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Twenty-six days after my wife Ophelia Rose ordered the Evotion Wearables Bijou cage for me, it arrived in a plain white box at the post office one evening as I was getting off work.

Shortly after receiving the package, I made my first mistake. Seeing the sender’s name, with my heart racing, an ill-conceived plan formed. I opened her box; I would surprise her by keeping the keys myself. So like a dart, I shot out. I gathered all the packages, went to the market and bought groceries for dinner before rushing home.

Goods delivered—Lady Rose was occupied with her best friend—I ran to shower and wash off the day. Further examination of her cage revealed just how much longer the included frenum barbell was than my own.

My lady wife was still busy, so I told her not to rush. Being over-eager and an unthinking fool on this occasion, I made my second mistake: deciding to try her device on myself.

The base ring for the bijou felt nice wrapped snuggly around the shaft. The barbell was easy to sterilize and insert. The cap slipped right on, trapping the piercing in place. It was then that I made my third mistake. I locked my wife’s cage shut. Dancing around quickly, I checked the comfort level; it was surprisingly comfy. (A possible cage revision may come later, but we need to talk with EW. Will update.)

Stuffing the cage into the boy shorts from Torrid which my wife had just picked out for me earlier—I put my pants back on and went over to her. She was busy, and I received a message from a friend. Grabbing my keys before leaving, she made a comment about me bulging in my pant leg and told me to adjust myself.

I felt my face heat up as I strained inside the cage. The feeling was firm, like being held in her hand when we watch a movie and she just wants to feel me. Adjusting after love’s kisses, I left the house with the cage on. The drive was okay. No need to adjust—but there was a tingling sensation on the underside where the piercing sits. No way to get to it since my keys were at home. I finished my friend’s errand and returned.

Instead of being smart and removing my wife’s cage, I left it on to surprise her with the idiotic things I had done. She wasn’t pleased. When she entered the bedroom and I tried oh-so-cutely handing her back her keys while pulling down the plaid boy-short panties, her face fell. I believe the first thing she said was that she wanted to put it on me. My heart sank. She began showing me each mistake I’d made.

Thinking it would help, I offered we take it off—and yeah… No. She smiled and reminded me that once it came back and I was locked in, it stayed until the holidays. I squirmed in protest and again, not thinking, protested because she had also said she was going to edge her toy and make me her “mumbling puddle of goo.” This didn’t help much since she was already in the mood for sex earlier and had mentioned wanting it.

So I spoiled what could have been a wonderful moment for us two to share. Unwittingly, I denied her what she wanted for the night. And well yeah. Vadderung buggered this one up real good. Waking from straining erections in the middle of the night plus the growing burning didn’t help either. The following day brought an unexpected spanking with a bamboo paddle. I loathe it. She had me crying in pain and laughing because she’s so funny. Her commentary is so natural when she’s having fun, and she didn’t believe I was actually crying.

Bottom freshly reddened, tears streaming down my face—my sweet, merciful, loving wife let me cuddle her. I expressed the burning sensation from the steel barbell. She removed the cage and had me put my titanium barbell back in. A new titanium barbell has been ordered and is on its way as of this writing. When being uncaged came up, my wife assured me not to worry. I would either be in or out of the cage; what happens is up to her. I don’t need to worry about that. I’m hers.

I don’t know what lies ahead. I will trust in my Lady Ophelia Rose to do what she feels is best and offer whatever input she asks for. I wear her wedding ring on my finger, a collar around my neck from Eternity Collars, and whenever she desires—her cage between my legs. Every day I look for new ways to commit myself to her—to make her smile and laugh. May this first post stand as a vow and reminder that I will always be thoughtful of her. I’m quite fortunate that she’s chosen me to be her man.

More to come. -Vadderung Post.Signature. I know all situations are different. I work from home and am rarely away from my wife. What do you think a fitting punishment is for the over-eagerness and thoughtlessness?