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I saw the text coming. I had mentioned my morning doctor’s appointment, and I wasn’t quite ready to have him see me locked in a cage yet. He feels like a friend—we’re only a day apart in age, went to the same university, and both survived divorces—so our visits always drift into personal territory. This time, I really didn’t want to start by explaining why my penis was secured in plastic. Fortunately, it was her first go-round with this, so everything felt fresh to her; she likely hadn’t realized she could choose to have me locked up when I went in.

I had just stepped out of the shower and checked my phone. She’d sent: “Hope your Dr Appt goes well. Don’t forget to cage up my cock as soon as the Dr is done fondling you!” Her next message followed: “I know you own a pair of sexy panties, too. I want you to wear them to work today. Send me a picture when you are done.”

I’ve seen countless captioned chastity photos online with nearly that exact same vibe, and probably fantasized about the scenario just as often. But nothing really prepared me for how it hit reading it directed at me. Take excitement, add some dread, a touch of shock, and plenty of horny anticipation—that’s roughly what I felt then. She’d hidden my cage keys somewhere in the house, making this the first time locking up without knowing where they were.

Excited to do it, I wasted no time getting ready once I returned from the doctor. I got the cage on and paused for a moment to savor clicking that lock shut. With a quick squeeze, click—I was under her control. Elated, I felt twenty years younger. Sliding into my panties gave me a rush of naughtiness and humiliation as I pulled my jeans over them. Thankful I remembered the photo requirement, I adjusted my angles to prove I’d followed orders before packing lunch and heading out.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her all day. I made it to the bathroom four times just to read chastity and Femdom books on my phone. Since she’s a teacher, communication was sparse until her midday check-in asking how “her cock” was doing. We usually catch up during my commute home, where she asked how things were going.

It wasn’t my first work day in a cage. It always feels weird being sure everyone is staring at my crotch wondering what’s underneath (even though this low-profile cage doesn’t scream for attention). This specific fit allows me to use the urinals standing up, which I did those few days.

A couple of weeks prior, I’d gotten upset about not seeing her much all summer. Teachers get several weeks off and spend most of it traveling. While I didn’t mind, she hadn’t carved out much time for us between trips. One evening, I expressed my unhappiness; she apologized for being away so often. I told her if she really wanted to make it up to me, I had some “tasks” ready.

So I seized the chance to have her lock me up for the first time. I emailed instructions asking her to come over at week’s end as my Key Holder (KH). She’s relatively new to kink but adventurous enough to play along. The email outlined several options for things she could do or have done.

As the week progressed, she had me watch porn as an assignment, monitored my cage status, and tasked me with researching Yoni massages so I could deliver one that weekend. I felt incredibly alive all week—motivated, happy, energetic… and horny.

The weekend arrived exactly as hoped. Cooking dinner for her in nothing but my cage, panties, and apron was a highlight. She took me underwear shopping (though later she teased that maybe she was buying stuff for me). I did a little fashion show with her new purchases. Later, I gave her a bubble bath and full body massage—complete with rimming—and finished up by giving her plenty of orgasms.

She returned the favor with a massage too, leading to one orgasm for me that night as well.

The next day, when she said Yes to enjoying it, one thing stood out: she loved basking in the afterglow without the pressure of ensuring someone else (me) got theirs. That resonated deeply and is something I consider often during our intimate moments.

We’ve had a few more lock-ups since then, though practicalities have kept us from doing it as much as I’d like. But things are shifting soon—she’s moving in—and I hope to see this happen more frequently. I really want to blog my journey and remember to post updates here.