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He wanted me to start wearing a chastity cage to calm me down. He said I was going to catch something if I kept having sex with random guys. I was a bit out of control so I agreed to, but I told him he wasn’t going to be able to control me. He insisted it was about my health and safety, and nothing more.

That’s what’s going to happen isn’t it? He’s going to keep me caged and keep me in line.

Well of course boy. It’s what you need and if it isn’t what you want, soon it will be.

I feel myself starting to change. It isn’t just a need anymore. I’m beginning to want it.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting it, boy. I know the change is difficult, but it’s worth it. My Master has had me caged for a little over two years. I’m a caged faggot too.

I thought you might be. Could I reach out to you when I have a question or need support.

Of course, faggot. We’re in this together.

You can be my alpha boy! Haha.

That’s exactly what I am faggot and don’t forget it.

Straitjacket tight. Gag in place.

I remove it only to remind him of what he’s missing.

I give him a slow kiss, just enough to make him want more.

Upon arrival at his hotel room, he would remove his shirt, tie and jacket

Clean himself thoroughly - after shaving from neck down

Enter the suit, with harness and mask

- and, as he was instructed by the Boss:

wait in position

Vision removed. ✅

Airpods playing white noise or hypno under the tight hood. ✅

Calming sedative administered. ✅

Mouth compromised. ✅

Tight locking collar with leash. ✅

Wrists & ankles restrained. ✅

Nipples in pain. ✅

Null bulge with flat faced cage. ✅

Locking weight tugging balls under the rubber. ✅

Hole tightly plugged with remote electro plug. ✅

Strong harness for fucking if SIR choses to. ✅

99% of human skin covered. ✅

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Don’t overthink it. That’s what I did in the beginning. I freaked out about the fact that my cock was in a cage. I thought about it 24/7. Truth is it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I needed it more than I knew.

I know yours is pretty fresh so just chill. That’s easier said than done but at the end of the day we are faggots. We’re supposed to be caged.

The difference is, I’ve accepted my place and my role. You’re acting like it’s a big deal to submit. You’re telling him it’s too hard. You’re still fighting it. You can tell him whatever you want and you can do whatever you want, but it’s not a big deal. It’s not too hard. I’ve done it and so can you.

I’m a respected member of the community. I have a responsible job. People depend on me and I’m a bitch boy. When I get home I take off my suit and put on my collar. I walk around like a caged and collared faggot because that's what I am.