[Chosen_Jackal] Pinch me, is this really happening?

[Chosen_Jackal]

I’m in a difficult position. It’s more of a luxury problem really to be fair.
Like I’ve mentioned earlier Red has decided she wants me uncaged for a few days. An unspecified amount of time.
It was hard at first.
I’ve spent so much time adjusting to and really embracing my status as a locked man.
Loving it.
It just felt right.

And now.
I’m having one to two orgasms a day.
Red and I fuck and we fuck good!
I’ve never seen her react so well to my cock and it’s really making me feel good!
I’m sure the fact that I’ve lost 30kg in four months makes her a bit more attracted to me as well, so who can blame her for wanting to fuck this stud of a man every day?

But I miss the cage.
I miss feeling its unyielding bars around me, continually reminding me of her.
I miss having access to my own cock taken away from me.
Only granted when she allows it.

But I’ve also learned that my submission to her isn’t dependent on me being locked.
I’m not masturbating or touching myself for anything but practical purposes.
She doesn’t want me to.
So I obey. Gladly.
And even though she wants me to be all over her and show her my desire for her I’m still putting her needs above my own.
She comes first, both figuratively and literally.
Last night we made love and I fucked her better than I have in years.
The look in her eyes and the way her body responded was intoxicating. And even though I could tell she enjoyed me taking her forcefully I asked for permission to cum.
I didn’t beg, but asked respectfully.

She teased me and tested me.
She saw how lost I was in her and she still told me "no".
"Stop".
So I did.
She looked pleased and gave me a wicked smile before she told me to proceed and to cum however I wanted.
It felt so validating to see our dynamic alive even in such a moment.
So I came. Hard.
And there was no drop after.
I think the context and quality of an orgasm affects how I feel after.

So yes, I miss the cage and I look forward to when she tells me to put it back on, but right now I’m doing my best to how she wants me to be.
Needs me to be.
And I know it’s going to feel amazing when she tells me to lock back up again.

[Tongue+groove]

A few weeks back when I had been loose for nearly a week I began to wander if I wanted locked again.

Then it happened she said it was time, I fell right into the locked mindset and had no regrets.

It will happen but only in her time.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Locked again.

I’m tempted to say finally, but as the neurotic head case I am even this is fraught with warring emotions.
It felt good to have the cage back on, don’t get me wrong, but in my head I think I imagined some sort of ceremony to accompany it.
To be clear, that’s the fantasy part of my brain talking.
The part that’s grounded in reality knows that just isn’t Reds style. At all.
She’s a practical woman.

We had a talk today that led to her telling me the cage was coming back on.
We’ve had a lot of sex lately. Great sex.
Every day for the past week almost.
And while I enjoy being intimate with her a great deal, my orgasms started to feel less… meaningful.
And physically less rewarding as well. I’ve discovered that I enjoy them a lot more when I have time to miss them.

I didn’t tell Red this today to try and manipulate her into putting me back in the cage.
It came up naturally in conversation.
I told her that while I really enjoyed pampering her last night with an oil massage while we listened to an audiobook together before we transitioned to an intimate session where we both got off, I struggled a bit to finish.
I told her that I think I’d personally feel better if we stopped after she orgasmed, leaving me aching a bit.
And we fooled around this morning. She allowed me to masturbate between her feet, rubbing them with oil and sliding my cock between them.
The orgasmed that followed was really underwhelming. Just a release with a few seconds of pleasure at the end.

I told her these things because I believe it’s important to let her know where my head is at.
Add the fact that I find myself less sensitive to her needs and wants, and I thought it was important to mention.
Example, she was a bit sad that the flower we recently bought had died so soon.
I went out for an errand and I thought to buy her new flowers, but I forgot to take the right exit and drove past the flower shop.
I could’ve, I should’ve, turned around, but I drove home.
She never told me to buy new flowers, but when I came home she complained that I hadn’t brought new ones.
So I apologized immediately and recognized how I’d failed her.
That’s when she said I’m going back in the cage.

So I’m glad to be back in it.
I’m not so happy about the fact that I had to fail her to make her decide that I was going back in.
I really wish it would have happened because she felt her summertime experiment of having me unlocked had run its natural course, but that’s life.
All I can do now, is do better.
Be more attentive.
Be more subservient.
Be the partner she deserves to have.

[Tongue+groove]

Yep, even there done that. Only it wasn’t flowers. It was something trivial here around the house. I found myself having careless thoughts of, “oh, well she’ll take care of it” events. Little things like leaving my dishes in the sink instead of the dishwasher. I noticed it and apparently she did too. That’s when mine went back on.

It’s not the cage per say. It’s the attitude that comes with the cage.

It’s comparable to getting dressed to the nines for a special event. The suit and tie changes the attitude.

Happy you’re locked good luck with the next few days.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Last night, it finally happened again.

I’d gone to bed a little before her, but I was still awake when she walked into the room. I knew something was different the second I saw her eyes. There was this wild look in them. Hungry. Intent.

She asked me if I’d been a good boy today.

At first, I didn’t realize what she was doing, so I started listing things off. My chores, how I’d handled the day. I admitted I’d forgotten to buy her new flowers.

“So a mix of punishment and reward, then,” she said.

That was when it clicked. I knew exactly what was coming.

She told me to get the bag. The implements she chose: the riding crop and the wooden spoon. She had me lie across the bed with my ass and thighs hanging over the edge. Then she sat down at the back of my head, pinning me in place, and began.

It’s hard to say which implement she used more, but I’m sure the wooden spoon did most of the work. She hit me harder than last time. I felt it sting. But she checked in with me during the scene, asking if I was okay. With love.

She focused on my ass and thighs. She didn’t hit my balls this time. I’m grateful, truly, but part of me wishes she had. Not because I enjoy it. But because the discomfort feels like devotion, and part of me wants all of me to be given to her. Even the parts that flinch.

When she was done, she told me I’d been good. That I’d taken it well. That I’d earned pretty red marks.

I was rock hard in the cage.

I felt… loved. That’s the only word that fits. Not just aroused. Not just used. Loved.

The pain wasn’t a want. It was a need. One I didn’t even fully understand before. And now I know it’s something I want to explore for the rest of my life.

She was just as turned on as I was. She told me to please her. Tongue and fingers.

I often dive in too eagerly. Too fast. But not last night. Last night, I slowed down. I let my tongue barely touch her, feather-light. And then I heard her voice, low and thick with pleasure:

“Oh, now you’re goooood.”

I swear to god, my heart grew three sizes.

Nothing means more to me than her approval. Than knowing I’ve pleased her.

She came hard. Her whole body shook and she moaned and locked up.
And because I’m back in the cage, my release wasn’t even mentioned. Not by her. Not by me.

Her orgasm was enough. It was perfect. Any orgasm I might’ve had would’ve felt hollow in comparison. I was better off basking in the glow of hers.

We curled up together and fell asleep.

I slept like a baby.