Lockedforever

She assured me she would be happy keeping me caged constantly and indefinitely. She loved my demeanor better when I was caged. Kept drooling and hungry. She wanted me frustrated and aching.

It wasn’t about my skill in fucking.

Her eyes were tearing up about how much she loved me when I was in chastity and denial.

I begged her to “mix things up” and go back to normal for a while. She said chastity was integral to who I was now. This was the new normal. There was no going back. Not for her at least.

My chastity suited her.

I talked over my journal entries here in Tumblr with another woman. She had been reading for years. She told me that my cock serves its very best purpose for my wife where she keeps it: in its cage.

She said I’m stuck in my cage because it works far too well to consider any alternative: my energy flourishes when I’m kept denied.