She has the Covid

 

Mistress has been sick for a few days.  In bed, doesn't want to have to deal with anything, kind of sick.  Each morning, as I am always required to, I bring Mistress her coffee, prepared as I know to prepare it.  I am required to ALWAYS present her coffee to her either naked or with a t-shirt on only, so as to always properly display my cage.

While she has been sick, she has had ZERO interest in anything sexy or sexual.  This morning was no exception.  I guess assuming she would have no interest in whether or not I properly displayed my cage, so I failed to remove my shorts while delivering her coffee.

I was dead wrong.  Through her grogginess and general shitty disposition, she said 

"When I am feeling better, you will be punished.  Do not come in this room without your cage on full display ever again."

I fucked up.  The waiting is the hardest part. 

Come on in, the water's fine!

I truly do hope that for those of you courageous enough to participate in Locktober, you ultimately will discover the absolute and true benefits of remaining permanently locked.  It is life-changing!

In a year, this very same logic will apply when considering going permanent.  

Yes, it did start out as a fantasy that I masturbated to.  I am eternally grateful to Mistress K. for not rejecting me when I brought the notion of a true Wife-Led-Marriage to her 13 years ago while already 10 years into our beautiful, loving, wonderful marriage.

Our marriage has certainly evolved over time and is constantly better as time goes on.  I have always loved, cherished, and admired Mistress K. from the very beginning.  In a way that I never dreamed possible then.  Our marriage and love affair truly does get better with each day that passes, and in a way that only relatively people will ever understand.  

Out there in the "real world", who would ever believe that a man like  me (you know, virile, ruggedly handsome *wink, smart, alpha, strong, breadwinner, etc.) would ever be able to truly state that he is having the very best sex of his entire life (I've been around a long, long time), while at the same time having 4 or fewer orgasms per year, permanently caged, am at the beck and call of his wife, makes all the money and hands every cent over to her, is subject to bare-naked spankings for disobedience or if I disappoint her in any way, and for all intents and purposes, is relegated to using a strap-on cock that is bigger and lasts longer than I ever could, over my cage, when she wants to be fucked?  (Jesus ... that is one long sentence)

Yeah, that's right ... Mistress K's preferred go-to way to get fucked is with a cock that isn't mine.  It took her a minute or two to get over the guilt of what she initially thought was being selfish (being caged and denied while she gets all the cock she needs), but when she did, holy shit!

Change this to read "... knowing that mostly every orgasms that I allow ...) and I'll tell you that it feels fucking amazing!  Don't ask me to explain how that is even possible, but it is!  

I want to take a moment and shout-out to my friend 'Tom Allen' (here and here), and his lovely wife 'Denial-Permanente' (here).  

Their amazing life together has been an inspiration for Mistress K. and I, which has led us to the permanently locked and denied place we find ourselves now.  Thank you to both of you!

Now, here is a picture of a beautiful redhead, because, well, redheads ...

 

Caged Orgasm

 

I recently posted (here) about how Mistress and i decided to permanently keep me caged and the (amazing) effect it is having on me (here)

After a recent concern about prostate cancer, Mistress K. has decided that more frequent ejaculations were in order.  Ejaculations, not necessarily orgasms.  Mistress K. and I both told the urologist Dr. that we practice orgasm control/semen retention/chastity, and then asked if doing so increases my chance of prostate cancer.  Since the Dr. is a long-time friend, it was a bit of a shock to hear that from me.  From us. Nonetheless, he said there was no science/evidence that more frequent ejaculations reduce the chances but commented that it made logical sense that it does.  Long story short, Mistress decided that going many, many months without ejaculation was a bad thing.  She instituted a once-a-month milking policy.

I was milked yesterday!

My benevolent Mistress asked if I wanted to be milked with my cage on or off.  Wanting to become better able to easily cum inside my cage, I opted for cage-on.  She looked puzzled, assuming I'd eagerly jump on this only occasional opportunity to remove my cage for sexy time, but like I have said before, being always caged changes a man.

Before any of the milking me activity got underway, Mistress K. got what she wanted.  She got fucked long, hard, gentle, and rough, and slow and deep, for as long as she wanted.  I was warned after she recovered from her intense orgasms that she may decide to postpone my milking because she might decide to cuddle up with a body pillow and go to sleep.  She rested for 30 minutes or so and then said, "Let's get this done."

Now for a couple of questions, with answers, I received via email from a reader:

• Do you ever worry about never being allowed to be inside of her with your actual cock again? 
             I wonder ... but I don't worry.   
• When Mistress K. discovered you could while caged, did that change anything? 
              It changed everything and this is partially the reason for the decision to be caged permanently.
• Are you worried that your permanent caged status will ultimately lead to Mistress K. to cuckolding you?   
              I wonder ... but I don't worry.  Anything can happen of course, and that is and always will be her prerogative, but so far at least, it seems even less likely because she is absolutely loving getting fucked properly by her husband, even if I am wearing a rubber cock in a harness over my cage.
• How would you feel if Mistress K. were to decide that the only orgasms you'll ever have going forward, will be anal or prostate orgasms?   
               If that were to be her decision, I'm sure that on occasion I'd really love to orgasm through penile stimulation, but having orgasms this way is pretty fucking amazing. The permanent cage has the effect of replacing my cock as the primary source of sexual pleasure, with other parts of my body.  In particular my mouth and anus.

Do You Want to Sleep with Your Cage Off Tonight?

 

Permanently caged is a bit of a misnomer.  Of course, there are times when it must come off.  One of those times is to give the cage and its contents a thorough cleaning.  A rule in our house is that permission must be sought and obtained to EVER remove the cage, even in circumstances where it's obvious it must come off.  

"Mistress, may I remove the cage in the shower to give everything a good cleaning.", I asked.  Very sweetly she replied, would you like to be allowed to sleep cage-free tonight?"  Instinctively my immediate, knee-jerk reaction was NO!  I can't explain it.  Caged or not at any given time is entirely up to Mistress K. of course.  Even if the only reason is that she wants to use it or play with it.  Perhaps it was my subconscious wanting not to challenge the recent decision we made to keep my chastity permanent.  Perhaps I felt like it might be a test that I didn't want to fail.  I don't know.

She said "Is that what you want?" and I foolishly replied with "that's what permanent means."  

Wrong answer!  She stopped dead in her tracks, turned looked at me, and said, "don't tell me what permanent means!"  She walked right over to me, and pointed to the ground.  I know that means I must kneel immediately.

Naked and kneeling, I put my face in her fully clothed belly and wrapped my arms around her waist and jeans-covered ass.  "Would you like an opportunity to rephrase that?", she asked.  "No, you don't get an opportunity to rephrase and with that, she bent at the waist over my shoulder and immediately began spanking my naked butt.  I don't know how many.  They were too rapid and hard to count.  

"Go take care of your business in the shower, and when you are done, you will present yourself for inspection (shaving and cleanliness). If you pass the inspection, you will go straight to bed for the night.  If you fail inspection, you will receive a very hard spanking with crop and paddle, and then you will go straight to bed for the night.  Then she turned on her heels and left me there.

"Yes Mistress", I replied ... and off I went.  I passed inspection (whew) and promptly got into bed.  Laying there, I couldn't help but wonder how badly I might've fucked by answering 'no' to her question about sleeping without my cage tonight. I wondered if instead of having a sore bottom and being put to be early because of my insolence, she might otherwise be playing nicey, nicey with my cock, ultimately ending in her having a big orgasm for the two of us.

Shit!

Another Amazing Thing Learned on our Permanent Chastity Journey

 Turns out, yes, yes I am.

Recently I spoke about our decision to make chastity for me permanent.  Read about it here.  It wasn't a big stretch.  I was mostly permanently in a cage anyway.  The decision was more of a formality than anything else.  

For the past couple of weeks, we have been immersed in elderly caregiving for a couple of different family members who needed us to be there for them.  We were.  I was caged the entire time, but other than that, there wasn't much time or opportunity to be a proper Wife-Led couple.  

Now that we have our home to ourselves, we've been able to get back to the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed.  This morning, before leaving for the office, Mistress was running errands, but sent me a text telling me that I was to wear my "little pink friend", which is my pink, glass butt-plug.  Frankly, Mistress has not had me wear my plug that often for whatever reason over the last couple of months.  But today she did.  

I had become aware of how effective permanently wearing a cage was at taking the focus of my sexual desire away from my cock.  When I get horny, yes, my cock tries to get hard in my cage (to no avail of course), but my desire is not focused on my cock.  It's focused elsewhere, mostly on her.  In the shower, as I was inserting the plug into my 'mangina', my boy pussy, I suddenly had this slut-like craving to be fucked, and it was amazing.  I texted Mistress when I got out of the shower that wearing my cage and my plug makes me a "cock hungry slut".   Her reply was a simple "good".

I'm sure begging and pleading is in my future.

You Will Ruin It For me

Only have a minute today, so this will be brief and sans sexy pictures.

As you may know, I am now kept in permanent chastity.  Locktober 24/7/365 if you will.  even though my cage is a beautifully constructed, custom-fitted, stainless-steel cage (Jail Bird by Mature Metal), which is very easy to keep clean without having to remove it, removing it for a thorough cleaning every week or so is good practice.  Yesterday, I asked Mistress for permission to remove the cage in the shower for that deep cleaning.  She gave me permission ... and off I went into the shower.

In recent months, I had a bit of a scare over prostate cancer concerns, all of which were extinguished with tests, biopsies, and the like.  Whew.  Mistress and I were both thrilled.  Side note, during this process, I revealed to the urologist (who is a buddy), that Mistress K. and I practice semen retention and that I was only ever allowed to ejaculate when given permission to do so, which was not very often at all.  We both asked him if that was a contributing factor to the recent rise in my PSA numbers.  He gives the usual answer of "There is no scientific data to support frequent ejaculation reduces the risk of prostate cancer. But, if you think it will, it might."  That last part was, well I think that was my buddy trying to help me out and give me and Mistress K. a reason for more frequent ejaculations.  Nonetheless, on the way home from the appointment, Mistress K. said, "You will be milked more frequently from now on."

In the shower and with permission, I removed my cage to clean it and to thoroughly clean and shave smooth my twig and berries, as I am required to.  All of a sudden, I heard her voice.  "Turn around.".  She was standing in the opening of our awesome, giant shower.   Standing there in snug jeans and a snug t-shirt, outlining her gorgeous frame, and with hands on hips, she said "Masturbate'.  The whole time standing and watching, a few minutes later she said, "You will ruin it for me.".  'Yes Mistress' was my humble reply.

It felt amazing to be masturbating while she watched.  As I neared orgasm and right before it was about to be an amazing orgasm, I removed my hand and watched as my cummies spurt out and landed on the shower floor.  "That was your milking.  Resume your task."  With that, she turned and walked away leaving me standing there in awe of her leadership and wallowing in my subspace.  Thank you Mistress.  

It was fucking awesome!