Content warning: The following contains graphic sexual images and sexual humiliation. It is NSFW!
I was thinking the other day. It’s been over four years now since I started wearing the cage. In truth the first year or so it was sporadic wear. Then I finally worked up the courage to speak with my wife and we did a trial run of several months. Then we took a break for about three months before we started again and it’s been constant since then. And so it’s almost been four years of constant wear. Before the cage, my Queen would dominate me every few months or so for an entire weekend. These were weekends where our children were at their other parent’s homes. We had the place to ourself. Sometimes my Queen would treat me as a dog. To that end I purchased a couple of large dog dishes for food and water consumption. I don’t think they’ve been used in the past four years but it is possible my memory is faulty. There is something about the humiliation of being forced to eat like a dog and all that is associated with this that turns me on.
So I’m not sure what happened the other week. It’s actually more than two weeks ago now as we haven’t had any time to ourselves since then. At any rate my Queen told me to get my leash and collar. Then she added that I was to get the dog bowls (I keep them hidden and as we don’t have dogs–it would be kind of hard to explain why we have them…). I was also to remain nude. We had played just before this and as usual my Queen had orgasms while I did not. She also
didn’t make me recage afterwards–at least not immediately! lol
So there I was coming downstairs wearing a collar and leash (it was cool so she allowed me to wear my robe initially) but when I sat down on the couch, she had me sit on the robe and then sat beside me playing with Angus. He was willing and stood tall for her. After all he had just been edged over and over again upstairs. So she brought me to the edge yet again, and then said she was hungry. So was I, as it was lunchtime and I had worked hard to please her. So we went into the kitchen. She carried my robe and walked me into the kitchen pulling on and guiding me with the leash, using it to direct me (I was on all fours). Once in the kitchen she put the robe on the floor and told me to use it for padding (knee protection). She asked what I wanted to eat giving me a few choices. One was our left over spaghetti and that is what I chose. Eating from a dog dish is much harder than you might guess. Drinking is harder still. I figured that spaghetti would be the easier meal.
Here I am with my water and lunch. My Queen put a few ice cubes in my water to help keep it cool and the spaghetti has been cut into smaller pieces. Angus is still somewhat excited though no longer fully erect. I’m also showing my winter fat!
So eating out of a dog bowl requires one to put their face fully into the bowl. It isn’t the cleanest or easiest way to eat but I now can sympathize with dogs. It requires work.
The day was pretty well perfect at that point although shortly thereafter my third daughter called to say she was coming over as her work had closed due to the corona virus. So our play had to stop and I had to get dressed. She’s been with us ever since, but it’s all good!! We aren’t complaining.
On the chastity front I’m now at 336 days since orgasm. What is more interesting is my Queen’s numbers: yesterday she was at 18 days since orgasm. This is a very long time for her and she was feeling frisky. In this time frame, she had teased me several times and had also gifted me with her golden nectar. But we hadn’t had any opportunity for sex with one or both of the kids constantly around. However yesterday we had a small amount of time when both kids were out and she decided we would play. So she orgasmed yesterday!
Another recent development is the closure of our gym. So our rules say I come out of the cage to go to the gym. But as our gym closed its doors on March 16th, I’d been caged nonstop ever since–which is a full ten days. We hadn’t had the opportunity to get busy so there had been no reason for me to be uncaged. That of course changed yesterday when we squeezed in our play. I’m back in the cage. But I did have that small break from it. Still it’s a good thing I’m in a Jailbird. It is easy to clean Angus well and effectively in this cage.
Stay well everyone. Practice your physical distancing.