So, my Goddess looked me straight in the eye this morning and told me, “You’re not getting out of that cage this summer.” Just like that. No debate. No teasing tone. Just fact. And I swear, I felt my whole body buzz. I felt my dick press against it’s confines.
This came right after I’d finished my usual cleanup duties. Our friend Tryan had just left, and she was stretched out in bed, glowing and relaxed, while I was on my knees doing what I do best. The taste, the scent, the moment.. it was perfect. Humbling, hot, and oddly comforting. Like everything in my life was aligned exactly how it should be.
The cage? It’s not punishment. It’s structure. It’s her saying, “I own this,” and me saying, “Yes, please.” And knowing I won’t be getting out all summer doesn’t feel cruel. It feels right. I’m hers. This is how she keeps me focused, devoted, and obedient, and I honestly think I’m more productive already.
So yeah, summer plans? Locked and loaded. Literally. And happily.
More updates soon. You know I’ll have the time to write them.
It strikes me that being locked and cucked can be what you make out of it. This one sees nothing wrong with either position .
Thanks for sharing