He told me that if I wanted to wear a cage, I'd need to remove my hair. "Hair is for men," he said. "You're not a man." I agreed but making it happen was not simple. I had a lot of self doubt. Eventually I figured I'd just remove the hair and see what happened. What happened was, I felt even more submissive. I called him and said, "My hair is gone Sir. I'm ready for my cage." He had me go to his place and I left with a cage on my cock.
I could feel my suit trousers rub against my cage and hairless legs. It felt so good I started to rise but couldn't. I strained in my cage for the first time. I became an even bigger faggot as I was walking down the street. It was awesome. I called him and told him. He said, "I'm happy for you, faggot. You will experience a period of rapid descent into your submission. It will stabilize from there and then the real work begins. You're on your way. Congratulations faggot!" All I could say was, "Thank you Sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He then said, "Keep in mind boy, the life you're destined for won't begin until you want your cage off, and that won't happen anytime soon." He then hung up. What he said sounded ominous, but no sense thinking about it now. I'm hairless and caged. I feel fantastic!
