Suited Bitches

Sports coat & Vest & Chad Prom Jean at B&TAILOR

New Sprezzatura

Every now and again, we would argue about what we were going to do on the weekend or where we were going to go for vacation. I thought he was joking when he told me one day that he was going to cage me and then just tell me what our plans were. That was until he actually placed me in chastity. I’ve had a few different cages over the years, as you can see. It’s a very unique device. I don’t even want to argue with him. I just want to be with him and do whatever he wants to do. We’re going to the movies and he told me to put on my tux. It’s ridiculous and I’ll be the only one there dressed like this. I don’t even try and explain it away anymore. If we see any of our friends, I’ll just tell them he wanted me to wear it, so I did. I’m pretty sure he told all of them I’m caged. That bothered me in the beginning, but I like that we don’t argue and I’ve come to accept that I’m a fag.

Long time no post…

B*zerantova denní rutina.

You’re getting there, boy. The khakis gotta go, right? You need some dress pants or trousers or slacks. Children wear khakis. Boys dress properly and we both agree that you are a boy. That being said, I don’t want to take away from the great job you’ve done above your belt. You look absolutely fresh and clean, like a good boy should. I hope the adjustments you’ve had to make for your cage are going well, but even if they’re not, you know you need to figure out a way to deal with it. Your cage doesn’t come off. There’s really nothing I enjoy more than helping a boy live like the fag he was born to be. Good progress boy, but you still got some learning to do.