If Monday night was a good sound sleep, then last night was not as success. I'd had a day of multiple erection attempts thanks to the big cage, and the same continued as I tried to settle down to sleep. I also woke up a couple of times in the night. It was getting rather tedious and difficult. I guess it's because I've been stuck in the same cage for a while. I'm more used to getting changed into a different one more regularly. I need to adapt based on what I read in Miss Emmie's thread yesterday. I can't believe she announced changes to how we live the chastity lifestyle on the forum, leaving me to find out by reading her post. Anyway...
I got home from work yesterday, showered as I always do, and looked at the clothes that Miss Emmie had thoughtfully left out for me. A hoodie, comfy joggers, socks... But it was Tuesday and Miss Vikki might turn up. So I left the clothes where there were, neatly laid out on the bed, and went downstairs. Miss Emmie greeted me with a hug, not mentioning my nakedness but knowing, of course, why I had not got dressed. She said we were having chilli con carne with jacket potatoes. I said that sounded great, and noticed three potatoes in the oven.
So Miss Vikki did arrive and as usual it was my job to let her in. A big smile from her, plus a hug, a “Happy New Year” kiss on the cheek and she also said “Glad to see you're ready for me”. I got the usual humiliation of her wanting to have a good look at “the little captive” and Miss Vikki observing that the little chap looks like he's trying to make his escape. “Lucky those bars are nice and strong”.
Apart from that, most of the time was spent eating, and the two women talking between themselves, a lot of the conversation being about the new arrangements as we move up to intermediates at chastity. I was ordered about, clearing the plates, serving drinks, washing up, as they chatted. When all the jobs were done I was allowed to go and sit with them to enjoy a drink and to relax. Miss Emmie was in the armchair with the only other place (without dragging the other armchair right across the room) was next to Miss Vikki on the sofa. Awkward, but I tried my best to appear unfazed. She giggled and said "Still trying to get out, I see", running her hand down my thigh. Oh my days.
So no ouchy stick activity or even anything particularly embarrassing (assuming you can ignore the fact of being naked and caged in the presence of another woman). Just a meal together with lots of chat and me behaving myself. Miss Vikki left at about 9pm so that she could get washed and ready for bed by the time her partner got home from his football evening, so she wasn't with us all that long to be fair.
Another cold day out so I'm glad that I decided to work at home today. Must get on I suppose...
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I appear to be on track to set a personal best in terms of length of time in the big cage. I am sure I've gone longer in the Cobra Nub (although I never kept records of exactly when and how long), but coming up to the end of my extra week, making 3 weeks in all, will be a record.
It has taught me one thing. The smaller cages and the Cobra Nub are all easier to deal with over longer periods. They just keep everything still and calm, limit what you can feel, and get on with doing their job.
Compare that to the big, 3.8cm steel. There's no spare space, but just not being squished is enough to allow the bars to rub and I can feel it day and night, sometimes driving me to distraction as Miss Emmie recently said. Roll on Saturday. Ready for something smaller.
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I woke up too early. Before 5am.
Looked at my phone and saw with disgust that it was minus 4 degrees outside. A peek through the curtains as I headed off for a pee confirmed it. Heavy frost. I made some coffee and decided that all I needed to do today, for work, was talk to people. I could do that with a few phone calls. I would work from home. I sent a message to my team saying that they could do the same unless they had a particular need to go into the office.
Back to bed with coffee. Miss Emmie was still sound asleep. It was nice to get back under the duvet where it was warm. She didn't wake up so I drank her coffee as well. I'd make her a fresh cup when she wanted it. Snuggled back down for a while, cuddling Miss Emmie from behind. Always feels lovely to do that.
She needs cuddling at the moment. She came to bed a couple of nights ago wearing a pair of robust no nonsense briefs, which only means one thing. She's "on" right now and feels yukky. "Out of action" or "Closed for business", call it what you will. It means she doesn't want any beans but likes to be cared for. I can do that. Obviously I wasn't expecting any pleasure or fun for myself anyway, so I just lie behind her and hold on.
So I am spending a lot of my day on the phone and writing emails, but hope to finish early. 3pm is realistic. 2pm would be a bonus. Then the weekend can begin. Not that we've got any specific plans. It would be great if the weather warmed up a bit though.
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I can't really say that today has got off to a good start. Coffee and a cuddle in bed was nice but Miss Emmie isn't feeling up to beans yet (“Maybe later”) and so it was a case of get up and get on with the day. Heavy frost again so nothing inviting about going outside. Shower nice and hot though, then dried off only to be told “No clothes today”, followed by an inspection and questions. Any trouble, soreness, itching, irritation, etc. I gave my “No to all” response and she said “Ok, you're good. All looks fine to me”.
So all looks fine as far as it's possible to tell while caged, but I couldn't disagree as I felt no discomfort or anything else that suggested that all was not fine. Apart from frustration of course but that does no harm and so doesn't count.
“Right. All fours and hold still”
Of course, I was on all fours and holding still and thinking “Now what?” when she informed my that I'd been a naughty boy. Apparently I'd broken my technology curfew and she had evidence in the form of a screen shot.
So showered, dried, inspected, and now spanked with the paddle. As I said, the day didn't really get off to a good start. Now I've got a stinging bum, no clothes, and I'm still in the big cage. I'm making a special effort now to stay in the good books. Making sure she stays warm and comfortable and feels well cared for. Keeping quiet about the cage but hoping for a changeover. After all, I've done my extra week. Wouldn't be too much to ask, would it?
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The day is moving on and we've had lunch, it's already getting dark, and the ground is still frozen.
Since this morning's update I've learnt that the paddle will be called into service again if I'm caught on my phone or laptop after 6pm without permission. The curfew has got earlier and effective by default. At least asking for permission is allowed.
And Miss Emmie is happy after this morning's inspection and says I'm "good for another week" in the big cage. No joke.
On the plus side, it's warm and dry indoors, we've both eaten and have a glass of Malbec each, Miss Emmie is wearing shorts and is very receptive to lots of cuddles under the blanket that we keep on the sofa for such days.
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Me: This big cage is driving me insane.
Em: OK. Is there a problem with it?
Me: Yes! It's driving me bloody insane.
Em: That's not a problem. Is there a problem with it?
Me: I guess not then.
Em: Good. I think we've found your naughty cage.
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