Don't judge me. I really didn't have a choice. We had gone out for a year. I gave up my apartment to move in with him six months after we started dating. All of the sudden he wanted me caged. He wanted to lock my cock! I was like, what? I had no clue where this came from. I'm the bottom and all, but he had never said anything about anything like this. We had a life and a home together. I was in love. He said that I either wear it or we were done. I had a week to decide or look for another apartment.
I was not willing to give up what we had. I figured I'd at least give it a try before I did anything else. Two days after his ultimatum, I told him he could place me in chastity. He was very happy. Honestly, it felt pretty good that first week. I was horney all the time. He fucked me a lot. It was nice, but then I wanted to get off and he said, "If you really need to, you will when I fuck you." It took seven weeks for that to happen. All I could think about was sex. I was unsatisfied and miserable. I'm sure you're wondering why I didn't leave and the truth is that my cage had made me so submissive I couldn't to anything without his approval. I'd been 90% transformed into what I am today, a caged faggot.
Today, I'm completely converted. While supervised, I used to get to take it off once in while. Now, it's permanent. It doesn't matter what I'm wearing, my cage is under it. While there were moments of despair, I'm glad I agreed to wear it and happy with what I've become. I thank him every day for making me give in and be what I am.
