Choice or enforced?
Clearly with this boy, he had been ordered to.
He accepted the order.
And later grew to like it. He now wears one every single day.
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@bsuited24
Choice or enforced?
Clearly with this boy, he had been ordered to.
He accepted the order.
And later grew to like it. He now wears one every single day.
See yourself how you are meant to be.
It's time to be the person you are meant to be.
The Adjusting Stage
They all do this at first: constantly touching their collar or continually checking the knot of their tie.
It's natural and nothing to worry about. It's a process called the Adjusting Stage.
Adjusting to being suited, adjusting to total submission, adjusting to life under ownership.
Aspiring to be better
On arriving home from his first term, his parents were somewhat surprised when they saw him dressed like this and looking so different to the son that had left them only months previously.
Surprised but pleased.
His dad, always a man of very few words simply put his hand on his son's shoulder and said,
"It was time, son."
Both nodded and his dad shook his hand.
No more words needed exchanging but in those few words and simple actions, volumes had been said.
When the cat's away...
Living with other people can sometimes be hell. But when the occasional night came when the others went out and he had the house to himself, he couldn't get up the stairs quick enough to get changed into his dress shirt, tie and suit.
From the minute his shirt collar was fastened, he felt like the man he deeply wanted to be. He liked to look in the mirror and see this self that nobody else knew. He would repeatedly tighten the knot of his tie and run his fingers up and down the lapels of his jacket and imagine what it would be like to live with a Sir that made him dress like this every day.
His pleasure, when dressed like this is constant. His quest to find Sir is ongoing.
Wearing a cage with pride
If you didn't know, you would hardly be able to tell, would you?
Such a little thing.
It starts off with with a conversation about submission and obedience and status.
Then you drop in the subject of chastity. He talks and you listen.
Next, you show him the chastity cage. Then let him touch it, feel it and start imagining himself in it.
The next thing you know, he's asking you to put it on him. Minutes later, you're turning the key in the lock for him. He's caged and under your ownership.
Neither of you ever look back.
Aim high.
Recognise tradition. Wear a tie. Keep your hair short. Respect authority. Have impeccable manners. Think submissively. Seek wisdom. Accept feedback. Shave daily. Never use bad language. Love your country. Cage your cock. Read the Bible. Learn humility. Find your Master. Obey your Master.
Live obediently.
Live happily.
At home, at work, at play.
...and he is in chastity for all of them.
Don't fight it, feel it.
It's better this way.
The Gift
He had been in a cobra cage 6 days out out of every 7 for the last 11 months. I had seen a growth in his obedience and submissive attitude which was complemented nicely with a progressive shrinkage in his cock.
When he came home last night, I told him I had a gift for him. He entered the bedroom where I showed him the new nano sized cage.
His eyes lit up.
"For me, Sir? You are too kind, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Do you think I'm ready for it, Sir?"
I nodded.
No more words were needed. He knelt at my feet whilst he thanked me and then I removed his old cage and pushed ice onto his cock and balls to shrink him further and then I fitted his new cage and turned the key in the lock.
It fitted perfectly.
Meeting Sir for the first time.
The word 'nervous' doesn't describe how the boy felt as he arrived at Sir's house to meet for the first time. There was a slight element of nerves , yes but it ran far deeper than that and was about so much more.
Excitement. Anticipation. Yearning. Need.
But more powerful and more overwhelming than all of these things was the sheer desire to be obedient and to please Sir in every single way that mattered.
He knew he was going to do everything that he was ordered to.
He knew he was going to give everything he had to him.
He knew he was going to experience what he had longed for all his life.
And what's more, he was ready for it.
Goodbye to decision making.
Boys do not make choices. About anything. The sooner they realise that, the better.
Sir decides everything now.
From how to dress, when to serve, what to wear and what size chastity cage will be worn.
Sir decides all.
Now tighten your tie, stand up straight and wait for the next order.
Stop overthinking.
The battle between the body ruling the mind or the mind ruling the body is over.
Blind obedience and total submission is replacing it.
Stop over analysing and just wear the suit, lock the chastity cage and obey every order Sir gives you.
At home, at work, at play.
...and he is in chastity for all of them.
Aim high.
Recognise tradition. Wear a tie. Keep your hair short. Respect authority. Have impeccable manners. Think submissively. Seek wisdom. Accept feedback. Shave daily. Never use bad language. Love your country. Cage your cock. Read the Bible. Learn humility. Find your Master. Obey your Master.
Live obediently.
Live happily.
From that very moment.
From the moment I put him in a suit, I saw a difference in his behaviour. This is often the way and it's remarkable how long some of them have supressed or even fought against their desire to be either submissive - or suited - or both - for so long.
This boy took to it so quickly, he was soon discarding all his old clothes and begging me for any opportunity to be in his suit and to buy more formal attire to build up a collection.
He was on an upward curve of learning servitude, obedience, self discipline and a deeply satisfying feeling of submission.