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Hello everyone,

We’ve been in this chastity setup for three months now. I’m blessed to have an amazing queen ruling over me. As we both learn what works and doesn’t work for us individually and together, and as I dive into the vast amount of information available on this site, my queen has let me share our journey here. I’m not much of a writer (unlike @BlueEyes), but I feel compelled to contribute, so please bear with me.

I’ll begin with today’s events—it feels like any other good moment in the timeline—alongside a brief backstory from just a few days ago.

Last weekend, I was away on business. I kept my plastic lock cage during the trip (one day I might be brave enough to leave her house wearing only a padlock without the key… but not yet). We texted frequently; I started whining and begging for several ruined orgasms upon my return. She agreed to let me out briefly, with maybe some of those ruined ones allowed.

I got home around 12:30 AM on Monday morning and gently woke her up. She rolled over, handed me the key, asked me to release myself, then stroked me for two minutes while I had a wonderful ruined orgasm.

She was clearly tired, so we went back to sleep. The next morning (she has an early 7 AM start for a twelve-hour shift), she woke me and told me to re-cage when I got up. Usually, she supervises this process, but her rush prevented it this time. A few hours later, waking up very horny because I’m used to being caged, with no one else home, I gave myself another ruined orgasm in bed. No porn, just a quick release without a full climax. Then back into the cage and off to work.

I didn’t mention it Monday night; there was no intimate time either. On Tuesday morning, I told her what had happened. She wasn’t happy. Since she isn’t big on punishments in the traditional sense, her disappointment hit me harder than anger would have—and that feeling served as a punishment all its own. We talked things through that evening and re-energized our dynamic. A new rule was introduced (borrowing from @BlueEyes, the master himself): I am no longer permitted to ask for release from the cage, ruined orgasms, edging, or any other pleasure derived from her cock/control. However, I can still initiate giving her pleasure, and she may choose whether to let me continue.

That’s the background story. Since Monday morning, I have been caged 24/7 continuously—the longest stretch yet. This morning, after she dropped the kids off at school and as I was leaving for work, she summoned me over. She sat in a chair by our living room window and instructed me to worship her feet with kisses and rubs, followed by worshipping her ass. While I am usually allowed to lick her asshole if given permission, this time she explicitly granted it! After that ritual, she told me to roll a single die. The result was three. “That means three more days in the cage before any kind of release.” That makes seven days total!

The only exception would be if she decides she wants penetration. In that case, she would remove my cage, desensitize me with boy butter, cover me in a condom, and fuck me until her heart’s content before putting me straight back into the lock.

I finished work unusually early today and was home by 1:00 PM. I prepared lunch for her while we sat together as she ate. Once she finished eating, she started kissing me, leading us eventually to the bedroom where she instructed me to please her orally. She had two magnificent orgasms on my face—big ones where she grabbed my head and pressed it firmly between her legs while cumming. It was incredible! I then asked permission to lick up the semen that trickled down toward her asshole, which she kindly allowed.

The evening continued with me handling chores: running to the store for her errands, cooking dinner, cleaning up afterward, and washing two loads of laundry. When bedtime approached, I brought her a fresh glass of ice water. It’s been unseasonably hot here today, so I suggested we rinse off in cold water before bed. Given our afternoon delight, I expected no more sex tonight.

However, when I saw her naked in the shower with me, I thought I might lose my mind. Somehow, I made it to bed without begging for release. Once there, she asked for a massage. This time, I decided to use oil and take our time. I removed her clothes, laid out a towel on the bed, and had her lie face down. For about 25 minutes, I massaged her back, ass, legs, and feet, sneaking in two gentle kisses to her buttocks. Then I asked her to turn over and spent another fifteen or so minutes on her legs, ribs, arms, neck, and finally her beautiful breasts.

Afterward, we kissed gently, and she mentioned she had eighteen minutes before needing sleep—“just enough time for an orgasm,” she said. “But this time I need penetration. Your choice: finger or dildo?” “DILDO!” I replied.

First, we made out with her lying on her back and me on top. I worked my way down between her legs, licking until she had another toe-curling orgasm. Then I grabbed the mouth/face strap-on dildo along with her wand vibrator. I strapped the dildo to my faceplate and lay on my back. She mounted me first as if to fuck me directly while reaching back to play with her caged cock and balls. Meanwhile, she started sucking on the end of the black dildo protruding from my mouth. The smaller tip fits into the wearer’s mouth and can cause a slight gag reflex—it’s quite arousing.

She maintained eye contact as she blew over the black dildo sticking out of my mouth, using her teeth to bite it (perhaps harder than I’d prefer on my own cock). Then she turned around and mounted the strap-on. She placed her vibrator against her clit and began riding the toy. With each thrust, she pushed the tip deeper into my throat, gagging me slightly more with every movement.

She made such an amazing sound as she climaxed. After a brief pause, she started again. This time, she spread her buttocks wider so my nose was right in her anus; it smelled wonderful. She came even harder this second round.

When she finished, she reached down with her mouth and began sucking on her balls and the head of her cock through the jailbird cage. Then she commanded me to unstrap the dildo and lick her while she did so. Her taste was incredible. As I drank, licked, and sucked up as much juice as possible, I moved my tongue back toward her ass. After allowing a few more licks, she sat down hard on my face, driving my tongue into her anus and suffocating me slightly. Then, unexpectedly, she bit one of her own balls before lifting off my face.

She turned to look at me with a wicked glint in her eye and asked, “Is that better?”

Now lying next to me, she gently played with her balls and caged cock while we kissed. I then asked if I could suck the juices from the dildo. She replied, “Sure, but do you want the juice or the cock?” At first, I lied and said just the juice, but quickly conceded, “Both.”

She smiled, clearly turned on by my interest in her cock, reached back, picked it up, and placed it into my mouth. She moved it in and out while I sucked all the fluids from its surface. When I was done, she remarked, “You give good head.” I’m sure my face went red.

I’m not gay or bisexual by any means, but I have always loved sucking her strap-on dildo when she uses it on me—and tonight proved no exception.

“It’s ten minutes past my bedtime; I need to sleep now,” she said, rolling over. And that was the end of it.

Wow, after recounting all this, I feel pretty horny myself. I think I’ll go rub one out… oh wait… damn!!

Oops! Correction: she SAT on my face, not SHAT!!!!! (Not the latter kind)

Nice! Sounds like you're a lucky guy. Also sounds like you might be ripe for sissydom. It's not my thing, but there's nothing wrong with it. Think about it. If you're subconsciously wanting to suck cock, you shouldn't deny yourself.