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Here’s what it boils down to: I love the power.
From the first moment I took a hard cock into my mouth, some seventeen years ago, I learned the power of holding a man completely in thrall. And I loved it.
If you have had the pleasure of sliding that rock-hard thick beautiful thing into your mouth, you know what I mean. Your partner would give anything for you to keep moving, keep touching, keep licking.
I suppose then that my recent fascination with cock-cages is related to that love of power. The idea of having a man locked up under my control seems extremely appealing. He’d only be able to experience sexual pleasure when I gave him the go-ahead; I could keep him locked up and unsatisfied for as long as I saw fit–until he became nothing but a pink throbbing nerve, exquisitely sensitive to every stimulation.
Doesn’t that sound wonderful?
Believe it or not, I took the soon-to-be ex-husband shopping online for a cock-cage about a year ago. I’d hoped he’d be interested in putting that part of his life under my control, so that he’d have to bring his sexual urges to me for release instead of dealing with them on his own. He was not amused. In fact he was quite seriously offended. Clearly, it’s not for everyone.
But now, I have an opportunity to play (virtually at least) with a caged man. He’s locked himself in and I hold the key. For how long will I keep him locked up? I don’t know. A couple of weeks? A month? Until Easter?
I’m mad with the power.
If he were mine, oh the torment I’d give him. I’d strip him bare (but for the cage, of course) every night and demand that he satisfy me with his fingers and tongue. He’d get no relief for himself. I can only image the ache of an erection forced up against the hard acrylic of a cage. It must be torturous. And if he slipped up in the least, I’d add to the time he spent caged.
Even though he’s many hundreds of miles away from me, the torment of Digger has already begun. He’s been a right obedient boy so far. But he’s going to have to prove to me that he wants out, when the time comes. He’s going to have to work for it. He’s going to have to beg for it. I can’t wait to hear him beg.
Go on over to Reality and Redemption and torment Digger a bit yourselves, if you’d like. He might enjoy it. I know I will.
