Chastity Cage and a Zipper

The cage is a bizarre thing. It means different things to different people. How cool is that? Different people use it in different ways – it feels different to them mentally and physically than anyone else.

Sure there are similarities. There are root things like bondage and control and all of that. But if you read the blogs, you’ll see, it’s never exactly the same.

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Sit back, relax, show me

This is going to be a little bit of a different approach,” she says, sitting me down in the chair. She kneels on the floor in front of me, then spins slightly to grab a glass of wine off the table and turn back toward me.

I smile, then frown exaggeratedly when I realize the wine is for her, not me. “Silly. This is for me. I’m going to enjoy this.” She sips the wine again, then looks at me. Without breaking the look, she tells me what’s up, finally.

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