Getting Comfortable with the Cage

Last weekend, my lady gave me the following instructions (paraphrased due only to my imperfect memory).  "When I come over later today, I want you on the bed, wearing only your  pink panties, and your pink chastity cage.  I'm going to tie you down and do things to you."  I didn't need to hear that twice!

Have I mentioned how amazing she is? There was no room for question in her directive, and none in my mind. In fact, I not only fully complied with her instructions, I made some reasonable extrapolations.  

I began by showering and shaved everywhere. I keep my body hair free; done so for years. I've never been hairy in any case, so it's not difficult.  Other than what little remains on top of my head, and my eyebrows, both of which are kept short, I'm bare.  The intimate and feminine act of shaving my legs, genitals, chest, arms and arm pits remains a turn-on for me, even after all these years. After we met, I was a bit concerned with how she might feel about my smoothness. It turns out that she keeps herself entirely follicle-free as well, save for her beautiful, flowing mane and sculpted and sexy eyebrows, and she finds me quite sexy, thank you very much!  She also was a bit concerned with my opinion of her bare nether region, and of course she is the sexiest woman on Earth so far as I'm concerned, so it was a very pleasant surprise and another area of personal overlap when we revealed our mutual preference.

After shaving, I locked myself in my pink Holy Trainer.  I also inserted a "prostate milking tool" butt plug that I bought from HT when I bought the cage.  It takes a bit of practice to insert due to it's shape, but once settled in, it feels nice.  I've never actually tried to milk myself with it, but it definitely adds to my submissive feelings.  Lastly, I put on my pink panties. These are actually designed for men, and are one of the few panties that I wear that are.

When she texted that she was on her way, I pulled the covers off the bed, revealing the straps that I'd secured earlier.  I put cuffs on my extremities, and fastened my ankles to the bed.  When she came into the house, I put on a blindfold and secured my left wrist tot he strap.  My lady was quite pleased with my compliance to her commands. and appreciated the extra distance I went.  She quickly clipped my right wrist into place.  The feeling of giving up control to the woman you love and trust completely is divine.

We've talked a lot about this journey that we're on.  She's told me how safe and comfortable she feels around me, and around the things we do. As a result, she's feeling more and more emboldened. As her confidence grows, so does her sexiness, which I hadn't thought possible, given how sexy she already is.  She made some approving comments, and traced the outline of my cage, through the panties.  This was my our first time with her seeing me actually wearing the device, and her coos and quiet whispers made quite clear that she approved. She then described the outfit she wore, which the blindfold prevented me from enjoying, at least for the moment.  Well, she didn't really explain very much, but I heard a zipper, and then I felt her move her body over mine, and I was soon tasting her.  She was very wet and engorged. There is nothing, nada, zilch, nil, that I love more than orally pleasing her. I could do it for hours, every day. Alas this time was short, because she wanted me unlocked (not unbound though), so she got the key and almost immediately I was at full mast and ready to go.  Physically, we fit together as perfectly, as we do emotionally, intellectually, ethically, and in every other aspect of our lives. We both prefer her on top, where she can control the action, and I can use my fingers to pinch or my mouth to suckle her very responsive nipples. Our play continued for quite a while. I am sure that I've never been harder, nor more turned on than I was that day.  I don't imagine she was either, given the physical evidence, aural indications, and rapturous climax she experienced, which was followed shortly thereafter by my own. 

I never knew what love was until I met my lady.  I love her on every level, and I am grateful for whatever happenstance aligned our lives so that we could meet. Our sex lives are but one aspect of how we express our love.  

Our journey continues.

Thanks for reading.

Jen

An Amusing Ride

It's been a while since I posted, and there have been some developments.

First off, the relationship with my lady just keeps getting better.  We bond on so many levels, and have such a great time together, doing everything. I like to go with her when she shops, or runs errands. She's sort of blown away by that, because her ex never did that. He reportedly whined and complained any time he had to do things she wanted or needed to do. His loss, my gain. 

We recently spent a week together in a small, rented apartment on a beach vacation. I think we were not more than a few meters apart the entire time, except for a brief trip I took to the market for a baguette one morning. We were also naked a lot. It was awesome. At the end, all we wanted to do was be together more. That will come soon, when we marry and I move into her house. Between then and now there are some logistical challenges to work out.

Ok, on to the kinky stuff...

My lady mentioned in some conversation a month or so ago something about chastity.  It might have been an article she'd read - she's studying up on kink, because, having come from a marriage where even oral was considered weird, she's got some catching up to do. I casually stated that I have a cage. She seemed a little surprised, but not much. I told her I'd show her some time. I'm trying to be careful not to pressure her into a situation that makes her uncomfortable. There are several reasons for that.

The primary reason is that I love her, deeply. I want her to be happy. To me that means that she is comfortable, and that we do things that she enjoys.  The second reason, not independent of the first, I suppose, is that I've learned (the hard way) that trying to do too much or go too fast is a sure way to failure. That said, maybe it sounds like I'm "topping from the bottom."  I think about that a lot. I'm trying not to. I'm focusing on making her happy, every day, in every way that I can. Nothing is better for me than seeing her happy.

As an example, the other day, I used the analogy of an amusement park with her. I said, "let's say I like amusement parks a lot, and that I like to go there often.  The parks are only so much fun when you are alone, and pretty soon, I start to find it less appealing. But then I take you to the park, and we go on some rides. The joy that I find in the park visit with you is mostly from seeing how happy being there makes you."  I don't want to take my lady on the craziest rides, I want to take her on the rides she wants to go on. If we never do all the rides, I don't care. If we do, it'll be because she discovered them and wanted to ride them. She might even want to go on rides that I don't like, but I'd do it because I love her, and I trust her. 

So, back to the cage, a few weeks passed, and we were making love. As is always my objective, her pleasure came first, and I was now heading towards mine. There was a bit of a delay in my climaxing, which is not unusual for me.  No issues with erections, but sometimes the climax eludes me.  She whispered in my ear, "you'd better enjoy this now, because afterward, I'm going to lock you up."  Schwing!!!  I climaxed a few seconds later.  In the afterglow, I told her, "I believe you've begun to understand my wiring diagram."  I brought the cage out so she could see it.  She played around with it, seeing how it goes together. A smile came over her face. I am amazed at her. We are way past any prior experiences I've had involving women in my kink. This is so fun.

Things went even further this past weekend.  I'll write about it soon.

Thanks for reading,

Jen