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MISS-JULIE’S-MISSIVES—ARCHIVE

FLR-Caged-N-Collared                   is recreating itself as                 MISS-JULIE’S-MISSIVES

I begged my wife for months to lock my cock up until she relented and agreed to try it.

The day the cage arrived, I put the ring in place and pushed the short cage down on my hard cock while she looked on. Once on I couldn’t believe how good that little steel cage felt - the tight squeeze of the ring behind my balls, how my cock enjoyed being fit into that short, tight place.

She set the lock, and the smile on her face when she kissed me and stepped back was like no other. She ran her hands across my caged cock, tapped her fingernail on it and squeezed my balls.

In that moment, she knew all power in our relationship now rested in her hands.

I reached down and felt my cage that first time, tugged at it and realized how securely it was attached to me. My fingers could feel my cock. My cock knew my hand was there. But they couldn’t feel each other.

Then reality hit me; I was locked in chastity and the only way I could access my member was if she let me out. She owned my cock and my orgasms.

“Now that your favorite member is occupied inside your steel girlfriend, the only sex you’re having today is YOU going down on ME,” she said, with a sly smile while she dangled the keys in front of me. “Get to it. I’m super horny and I want to watch you deal with your cock inside that cage while you eat my pussy.”

I ravished her kitty while dealing with the ache of my cock and balls being locked up. My cage set the tone for nearly every sexual encounter since.

She’s been my keyholder for over two years. I spend most of my time locked up, and my cage feels like it’s a part of me now.

The power dynamic of our relationship has completely shifted her way. Some days I think she’s as addicted to chastity as much as me. She pegs me regularly and can make me cum in my cage when she fucks me. TBH, those orgasms are fantastic. They’re very intense. I love bucking back against her and cumming while she butt fucks me.

If I’m being honest, once I got used to being locked in my cage for a month or more at a time, I realized I missed being in it when I’m released by her for more than a day. It’s almost like I run and beg her to lock me up again.

As soon as she does, I see that sly grin return to her face. She then pulls her panties aside and points to her kitty with the keys in her hand.

"But it's Sunday Queen?"