Until I Tell You Otherwise

This picture is an accurate representation of my current daily status.  With the purchase of the exquisitely made, properly sized and super comfortable Jail Bird cage from Mature Metal, I've been transformed from a dutiful husband that would only occasionally wear and uncomfortable (plastic tube) cage only when being punished, to a dutiful husband that wears a steel cage until I am told otherwise.

Permanent?  Did she say permanent?  Gulp!

Although I seriously doubt that being caged will not be anything near permanent, I am certain that it will be more often than not.  Where it goes from there is anyone's guess.  Anyone except for Mistress K. that is.  She has fallen in love with the way the Jail Bird looks on me, and the constant symbolistic reminder of what it represents when I am wearing.  Having worn it for a week straight already (before sending it in for a small adjustment), Mistress already knows that discomfort and lack of hygiene that was associated with the plastic cage is NOT an issue.

It seems to have already clicked with Mistress K. and she has made it about herself, which of course she has every right to do.  Like in the picture, she will unlock the cage only when it suits HER.  

Am I complaining?  No. Not in the least.  Wearing this cage has had a very beneficial phycological effect on me in my role in our loving WLM.  I was disappointed that it needed to come to be sent back for re-sizing, and very eager to get it returned as soon as possible.  So much so in fact that I sent it overnight to Mature Metal.  They were amazing by the way, and got it back to me very quickly.  

Wearing the cage is of course a constant reminder for me of my devotion and servitude to my Mistress Wife, and I enjoy wallowing in how that makes me feel.  I'm sure there will be days when I will want it off, but in the meantime ... all good.  It also has the effect of essentially making me feel as though my cock has been taken out of the equation when sexy, kinky naughty time happens.  This helps me focus better on my pleasure tasks at hand and also naturally makes me feel that I can focus on other parts of my body to absorb the pleasure of sex with Mistress.

I don't need to remind that 2020 was an interesting year for each of us.  It seems that 2021 and beyond will be interesting as well.  I cannot wait to see where this benchmark in our journey takes us in our beautiful, loving WLM.

Something I haven't experienced before ... till now

 

I do.  I want to stay locked up.  I want to be a good boy.

Like most devoted couples, our wonderful marriage is a journey and in our journey we have the opportunity to discover new and marvelous things. One of the things I recently discovered on our journey is that a properly sized chastity cage is different (and better) than being chaste using the honor system.  Wearing that cage, even though there has never been a reason for Mistress K. to worry about unauthorized masturbation, creates a whole different (and better) kind of subspace.  The presence of the cage is a nearly constant, beautiful reminder of of her authority in our marriage.  Even though we have been married for 21 years, and even though we have been in a committed, acknowledged WLM for 8 years, it's a truly amazing thing to experience, essentially for the first time.  This, even though we had a cage all of those years.  When the new, perfectly fitted Jail Bird arrived, all of that changed.

I discovered another new and wonderful experience just yesterday morning.  During our usual Sunday morning readings/review/discussion time, while having been in my new Jail Bird cage for 7 consecutive days (another first), Mistress K. abruptly decided that then was a good time to, well, take my ass with her rubber cock.  She retreated to the closet wear the good stuff is kept, returned to the bed, ordered me to get her vibrator and ordered me to lay on my side with one leg pulled up near my chest.  

I heard her position herself comfortably behind me then I heard the wand vibrator turned on it's familiar high setting.  A soft moan escaped her lips behind me and then I felt the coolness of her rubber cock press against bottom hole.  She expertly guided it inside of me and slowly eased it fully inside.  I was instructed not to move while she was "taking what she wanted".  

It was an amazing new experience.  She had a glorious orgasm quicker than she usually does.  After a very brief pause for her to regain her faculties, she proceeded to "take what she wanted" from me.  

What was new about this?  Believe it or not it is the very first time I had taken her cock while being comfortably caged.  Being caged gave me a feeling of complete subjugation.  Objectification.  The Jail Bird had the effect of taking my own cock completely out of the equation, both physically and mentally.  As if it wasn't even there so to speak.  It was an intoxicating sensation of feeling as though I was nothing more than sexual receptacle, there for her use and enjoyment.  Like the only thing I had to offer my Dominant lover was my rear hole.  As such, almost instinctively I began to respond in such a way as to naturally want to Her to be pleased with how her object of desire was accepting to receiving her cock.  It was an amazing feeling to be objectified and subjugated like that by her.

Just as I was beginning to get deep into the incredible subspace I was experiencing, Mistress K. said "that's all for now".  An instinctive moan of disapproval came from inside of me and I proceeded to attempt to persuade her to continue her loving assault.  Not with words, but with slut-like movements and sounds intended to have naturally want to continue.  That worked for another minute or so, but then she put an end to things.  Leaving her cock inside me, she told me to go to the bathroom and "clean up".  That our fun was over ... "for now".

I was awash in subspace bliss as I walked toward the bathroom.  I felt a delicious level of shy satisfaction at being used as nothing more than her dutiful object of desire, all the while hoping she was watching me with lust and desire ... even perhaps pondering ideas of more subjugation events to come.  

I don't mind admitting it.  I felt like her used slut ... and I liked it.

Wasn't what I thought it was going to be, but ....

it was amazing and wonderful nonetheless.  

I was sitting at my computer, responding on another blog when Mistress appeared at the open doorway, naked and freshly showered.

"Come with me", she said and led me to the bedroom, locking the door behind us in case our teenage son came home.  I surely thought that I was in for my 3rd hard spanking of the day.  I've been a little petulant today and Mistress was not having it.

Instead she gets on the bed, on her back, spreads her legs and just looks at me for a few seconds.  Clearly I wasn't going to be spanked again so of course my mind went right to ... she's going to allow me to worship her just showered, freshly shaved pussy with my mouth.

It wasn't to be.  Instead she told me to remove all my clothes so she could see my recently caged cock and then told me to get her vibrator and give her an orgasm.  

It was an amazing thing to witness, as it always is.  Hair still wet, smelling gorgeous and writhing with her legs spread on her way to a wonderful orgasm.  When she was done, she said "that will be all" and sent me on her way.

I thanked her with genuine love and lust in my heart and eyes for "our" orgasm and suggested that perhaps next time she wanted me to use her vibrator to make her cum that she may enjoy it more if she had a cock, rubber or real, filling her glorious pussy.  I then turned and gathered my clothes and left the bedroom.

Not that would be any doubt but my new and wonderful Jail Bird contained everything nicely.

Lazy Saturday afternoons are the best.

Caged - an update

 It's been 5 days straight being locked in my Jail Bird and let me tell you - this thing is FANTASTIC!

I fully expected that after a few days it should begin to be too uncomfortable like my CB6000 was/is, but that is not at all the case.   It's like it's even there, until you remember that it is, and when i do remember that it is, it puts a smile on my face and Mistress K.'s.

Looks like I need to send it back for some small adjustment(s) (shorten the tube 3/4 inch and shorten the peg that holds the tube 1/4 inch).  I hope that is a speedy process.

Welp ... I am among the caged

At the beginning of the year, Mistress K had me buy a Mature Metal Jail Bird cock cage because she happened to see a picture of it and fell in "love" with it.  She immediately told me to order one and of course, I did.  It arrived last month.  

Let me just tell you I am so glad we did!  As you probably know, the Jail Bird is custom made to one's individual dimensions.  Who knew that wearing a chastity cage that actually fit would make such a difference.  For those of you that wear a Jail Bird, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know ... but this thing fits perfectly and is SO COMFORTABLE.  Like it's not even there.

Prior to this, my only experience with a chastity cage was first, a Chinese knock-off of a CB 6000.  It was awful.  Then we bought a legit CB 6000 and it was better but still wasn't going to be something I was going to be able to wear for more than a few days.

This thing?  This Jail Bird?  I can see Mistress wanting it to be on me almost all the time.  Even though I've only had it on a few days, I can already see that it is more than possible.  

Soaking - Good Stuff

Soaking.  What is it? It's fucking awesome is what it is.

I learned about soaking from a real smart lady, Emma, on here blog Evolving Your Man.  She did a blog post about soaking here.  Take a look.  You'll be glad you did.

"Soaking is an interesting concept of inserting a penis into a vagina and waiting until it gets flaccid or your bedroom pal needs to pull it out to prevent accidental spillage. So what do you do while you and your guy friend are all intertwined? You talk. You touch each other. You do everything aside from thrusting and poking and bouncing."   -   Emma

On Sunday morning, during our weekly "reading time" where I read blog entries that I have selected for her during the week, Mistress K. decided it was the perfect time to "soak" once again.  This time however, we were soaking for the entirety of the last blog post that I was to read to her.  This particular post was a super sexy story which was 3 pages long.  Seeing the size of the story, Mistress had me get her wand vibrator before I started reading.   Once I started reading reading, Mistress had 3 very powerful, shuddering orgasms ... all the while I was just soaking.  No thrusting.  No grinding. Just soaking!

I've written before about sometimes being able to come by merely watching Mistress orgasm.  Although close, this wasn't going to be one of those times ... but did I mention I was close?

After finishing the super sexy story.  Mistress was basking in her post orgasm glow.  Sweat and all.  With my rock cock still deeply inside of her, she very much surprised me by looking me in the eye and in a perfect sexy voice said "I want you to cum for me.  

Fuck me hard and keep fucking me until you have emptied those blue balls of yours."  (See I hadn't had an orgasm since right before Thanksgiving). 

It was epic to say the least.  

Best. Sunday. Reading. Session. Ever!!