So my latest record broken is the length of time I’ve been caged. The old record was 96 days and now it is 120 days. One day recently, my Queen asked me what day I was at, and after checking I said 119 days. “hmmm,” she mused… “Tomorrow night you’ll take it off!” So my new record is now 120 days. I was out of my cage for a few days and it was a weird feeling. Sleeping, going to the washroom–just plain living is different without the cage. In many ways it just doesn’t feel right anymore to be without it. I no longer masturbate–unless my Queen has told me to, so that is a pleasure I don’t indulge in. If you go back the ten years of so that we’ve practiced male chastity, I used to masturbate at least daily. There were many days when I would masturbate more than once. Who knew that I would stop? lol I still love sex, but my entire focus is on pleasing my Queen. On occasion she wants to see me cum. Then she feeds me my mess. These acts turn her on so I will always cum when she demands it. In fact she caused me to have an orgasm a few days ago on February 1st. After which, she scooped up my mess and made me lick it from her hand. Prior to that, my previous orgasm had been on November 2nd, a full 92 days earlier.
But let’s back up a bit. It’s winter and cold here. My outfit for wear around the house–as long as my son isn’t around–is an apron! If I’m cold, I am allowed to wear a t-shirt as well. My Queen thought I should be able to wear something for the really cold days. So we checked out Etsy, Amazon, Shein etc. In the end we purchased a few things. One of them was a body stocking designed for males. It’s a very sheer design that is surprisingly warm and has a penis sheath incorporated into it. I wore it for the first time on the first.
So I did my daily chores for her. And we relaxed together. I read her books often as she likes to hear my voice. When she’s feeling frisky, I will often read erotica or a book on sexuality and the lifestyle. Currently I’m reading Lady Sas’ book FEMDOM ACADEMY. We will discuss things that otherwise we might not even think of. It helps to let each of us know more about the other. Ultimately nothing will ever happen that my Queen doesn’t want, but sometimes ideas are planted and they may bear fruit later. Regardless, it is helping us to communicate better with each other.
Reading to my Queen helps her to begin to feel frisky. We always also talk about the state of our relationship and how things might be improved. But I like that she begins to feel frisky. I’m not allowed to ask for sex–it’s a punishable offence, so a frisky Queen means things might happen and on Sunday, they did. My Queen told me to stop reading and go into the bedroom. I was to get certain toys/tools out and leave them on the bed. I was then told to lie, face up and spread eagled on the bed. My Queen came in and blindfolded me. She then proceeded to cuff my wrists and ankles before immobilizing them. Then she started to play with me. I’m down to sensation as I can’t see a thing.
What happened? Well she used a crop and paddle on me. She applied pinchy things to my nipples, scrotum and cock. She smacked them off after they had been on a while–and anyone who’s had this done knows that is exquisite torture. She used a feather. To be honest I can’t remember all that she did (I am a visual learner! lol). She did put her favourite dildo into my mouth.
I was really enjoying the experience when the best thing happened. My Queen straddled me and moved over my face! Initially she had me stimulate her through her panties but she was horny so quickly she pulled them aside and let me lick her. She was sopping wet and I went to town. It was glorious! I knew she was really turned on as she came quite quickly. But I didn’t stop and she had another couple of orgasms before she slid down my body. I am not sure exactly what happened but it felt like she was rubbing her pussy on Angus. I was so turned on by this time and hadn’t been expecting this at all. She worked feverishly and before I could help myself, I started an epic orgasm. The stocking does have a hole at the top of the penis sheath, so all that built up come came shooting out. My Queen collected it and brought her hand to my mouth so I could clean up my mess. There must have been a good amount because she did this 4-5 times.
“I know you say it’s all about me,” she said, “But sometimes I just want to make it about you!” Then “Put the cage back on!!”