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I’m on day six of my first attempt at this, and it’s already been more like a journey than I ever imagined. My girlfriend locked up my new steel cage (5.5 inches) right before she left for her business trip - so there I was, wondering if this setup was really for me, and whether I could survive the 5 days until she returned without rushing to the safe to tear open the emergency escape envelope she’d placed inside. I dove in fairly quickly. It started as a peripheral interest that suddenly ignited brightly; something we both shared. She agreed to give it a try, and before long we were there - just 10 days after our first conversation until her departure with the key tucked away in her bag. The first day was quite pleasant. I really enjoyed the sensation, feeling hyper-aware of my penis constantly. I went to the gym and managed to get through a workout. I joined the community and headed into the evening feeling pretty confident. Falling asleep was easier than expected (thanks to pillows between my knees), and the night passed well until 4:30 AM, then again at 5:15 AM, and finally at 6:40 AM when nocturnal erections threatened both my resolve - and I convinced myself - my genital health. Day two brought me into the office, where having a ‘little secret’ during meetings was thrilling. Plus, gf texted a couple of times saying she wanted to make my cock swell within that little cage just to remind me of what I’d promised. Night 2 had an erection at 4 AM that sent me walking around the block, cursing and hoping I wouldn’t get flattened by a truck and rushed to the hospital with a penis grooved perfectly to match the curve. Day three: the gym was slightly more challenging as some exercises required being face down. But I got through it along with some pretty expectant texts; sought help from folks here and moved on to another uncomfortable night. On day four, I had to fly - something I’d been both dreading and excited about. It’s a cliché but true: since I travel often, the airport is one of those ‘they’ll figure it out’ moments that keeps your heart in your throat, stomach churning, and dick straining against the cage bars. Turns out they used a full body scanner - hands raised above my head, no alarms triggered. They pulled me aside, waved the magic wand over my groin area (was she smirking?), and beckoned me to proceed. By 4:30 AM I was walking around the hotel. Day five saw me heading back through security. The old-fashioned scanner did beep, and the wand was waved again. “Piercing?” asked the guy in broken English. “Yes,” I replied, and once more he waved me through. This time there was dread mixed with excitement - spending some time in the deviant wing of a Bangkok jail is reason enough for that. Now it’s day six and gf is home but says nothing. Not a word about me or the cage, how things went, or how we might negotiate release. Instead, we head to the pool where I spot my boss - hoping he doesn’t hear the clank of lock against cage (to me it sounds like Notre Dame bells) - nothing said, and I think nothing noticed. Now we’re home again. GF is in bed recovering from jet lag. Here I am writing to you guys… So far so good.