It started out simply enough, but got out of hand. It was a fun kink. I put it on, he fucked me, I took it off. That was the way it worked. He started wanting me to wear it longer prior to sex. He said it would make me more needy. He was right too, it did. After that he kept adding time here and there and the next thing I remember, I was saying I wanted to wear it all the time. He laughed and said, "I knew I could turn you into a caged faggot. Mission accomplished." I told him that wasn't true. We just got carried away. That's all. I wasn't a fag. He patted me on the cheek and said, "If you say so boy. Call yourself whatever you want, but we both know you're a faggot." He was right and I just sat there caged, knowing he was right. I looked at him and said, "Yes Sir."
Whatever, it feels so good. I love my cage, and him.
