I love your captions. For us, my wife realized she simply had no interest in being penetrated. It didn’t matter how good I had been in fucking. The athleticism and stamina I demonstrated was not what she wanted. She had always dreamed of bedding a woman. But she was attracted to men. She learned from keeping me caged that she never missed my cock. “It didn’t matter how long it’d been” she said. She meant both the size my cock, or the time since I last got to play with it, use it, or get to spurt and feel a satisfying orgasm.
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.
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.
I’d love to see more captions that focus on how chastity isn’t a punishment, or a reflection on skill or size… but an affirmation of the partner’s desires, and what’s best for the wearer of chastity.
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