How can a little cage only 1 3/4-inches long and 1 1/4-inches in diameter change my life?
I think that such a small thing, my cage, can have such a profound effect on so many seemingly-unrelated things. Prior to asking for long term lockup, I read endless accounts of caged males instantly turning into body servants for their keyholders. After over three months, that has not happened to me. I’m glad. It’s just not my character. I also read about instant obedience and subservience. Nope, not this lion. For a while I was thinking that being caged didn’t change me at all. Since lioness doesn’t make me wait much for orgasms, maybe it was the lack of utter frustration that forestalled my metamorphosis. Maybe being satisfied prevented the changes. Or, more likely, maybe I’m not the person that would change in this way.
I’m pretty sure that having one’s penis locked up carries no guarantee that the person it’s attached to will become the simpering servant we read about. There is no doubt that some males do become this way, but I am certain the cage didn’t do it. They wanted to be that way the entire time and used being caged as a reason to let that part of themselves out.
There is a change in my case. It’s far more subtle than turning into a sissy maid. My cage forced me to communicate about my sexual relationship with Mrs. Lion. Like many long-married couples, we had fallen into a life of routine. Sex, if we discussed it at all, was an uncomfortable subject for me. I always felt I was asking for something without giving anything in return. As a result, my requests grew fewer, and my masturbation more frequent. Not that I am a chronic masturbator; at most I would jerk off a couple of times a week. Many times it felt really good. I was feeling a heavy dose of guilt when Mrs. Lion pleasured me without reciprocation.
So here I am, locked in a cage that prevents me from masturbating, or for that matter, getting an erection. Lioness has to take action for me to get any sexual activity at all. When I was first locked up, I waited. I didn’t have to wait long. About twice a week I was unlocked and masturbated. The guilt remained. I had started this blog and began writing about some of this. My keyholder, lioness began to contribute too.
Her contributions were eye-openers. I learned that she really enjoyed getting me off. I learned that her libido had waned and she just didn’t get aroused much. I wondered if that was because I no longer turned her on. Actually, I didn’t, but she made it clear that it wasn’t me. Thanks to the cage, this blog, and the wonderful people who write here, we opened a channel of communication that was firmly closed in the past. Better yet, we started to talk. We’ve shared emails with intimate thoughts and feelings. We’re communicating!
Has this magically cured everything that has troubled us? No. Life doesn’t work like that. What has happened is that we aren’t keeping all this bottled up inside. That’s a very good thing. It’s a new start. All because my cock is locked up in a little cage.