this is nearly my first month being caged and i don’t think i’ve ever felt this good within myself, ever. i’ve been dabbling on and off with caging for a year with a guy who has now become my sir, and i’ve been drawn to flat and nub cages.
on a random monday afternoon i just felt like i was ready to commit, a change in the wind if you will. my first week was in a fully flat cage, although having to unlock to pee and sleep. it felt incredible, euphoric even. my constant awareness of my bulge showing in public was completely removed, and even brought me some kind of an affirmation in my sexuality.
on my second week i got into a silicone cage which was absolutely wonderful given i could have some length to allow myself to pee, and i could sleep in it without erection pain due to the slight stretch. however, on week 3 now, it has split in 3 crucial places and i have had to super glue, and hot glue them together.
i unfortunately had to pay my car registration and impulsively ordered a lamp, so i need to recoup my losses before i can get my next cage, which will be a baby viper narrow from kink3d.
caging through my first week brought some significant realisations to me,
- i had a seriously unhealthy relationship with my “dick”, and would be jerking off atleast once a day due to a habit i picked up during my teen years. i would jerk off before going somewhere using the logic of, “i don’t wanna be horny or get hard at this place, if i jerk off now then i wont be horny for the rest of the day!” and it worked then, but didn’t as i entered adulthood. i would be late to my classes, work, meeting friends, all because of jerking off.
- i wasn’t becoming the bottom i wanted to be. for years and years i had envisioned myself stretching myself and being a total bottom able to do incredible things sexually, but every time i got to a point of pleasure during anal training, i would jerk off and cum. never progressing myself.
- being caged is strangely affirming to my sexuality. i never participated in sexual activities with my dick or sought to do so. i was actually self-conscious of my bulge all the time and would basically tuck so i didn’t have one, out of fear of being perceived as a pervert.
- i feel like a better person because of caging. i’m in a SIGNIFICANTLY better mood than i have been for years, actually enjoying talking to people, exploring sexual ambiguity in a way i never thought i would, and exploring new forms of sexual pleasure.
all in all, i’m kicking myself for not caging years ago. this feeling is incredible, affirming, self improving, and something i don’t think i can ever turn back from.