It’s been a couple of months since my last time, and today marks day 12 in my Jail Bird. I find it fascinating how my perception of my penis shifts from one day to the next; I’ve seen this pattern before during previous periods of confinement. The initial few days were smooth sailing. Then came a stretch where I was constantly mindful of my cock—though not necessarily trying for an erection, just acutely aware that it existed inside the cage—which eventually subsided somewhat. This morning started with me attempting to get erect within my cages, and I’ve experienced several similar swelling episodes throughout the day. There’s a saying that true chastity really begins when you actually desire to be let out, and I feel like I’m reaching that point. It’s worth noting that at 59 years old, my sexual responses might not be as swift as they are for younger men.
How has this gone for the rest of you? Some people mention that after a while, their penises essentially fade into the background. The variable here is that the Domme in charge of my current lock-up will touch base with me on Saturday. It should be intriguing to see if she decides to prolong it.