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.
Continue reading Chastity Cage and a ZipperToday’s required picture shows two of my favorite things (don’t worry, I won’t start singing).
Leather and Steel. Charmer got the leather for me as a sort of day collar add-on for the holidays. It rocks. The steel, well, yeah. You know me.
As we get on the elevator, I realize we won’t be alone. I had hoped to give the security camera guys an eyeful as we rode the elevator up and walked to our room, but it just wasn’t meant to be. It seems like stream of people getting on just never stopped.
That was when I realize you were backing into me, subtly, and driving me with your body to the back corner. I lean against the back wall, trying to not be too disappointed that we aren’t alone. I realize with start that your hand has remained behind you and, though it may (may) look innocent to others, it was positioned just so… before people even finish streaming in, you are slowly unzipping my pants.
“Yes, until you tell me to stop,” you tell me slyly as you look at me with that look out of the corner of your eye. “And, of course, if I don’t feel like stopping, I won’t.”
Those words keep dancing around in my head during dinner as I’m trying to get what you’re saying. You’re talking about anything and everything BUT the upcoming session tonight. The weather. The other people around us. All of it. Every now and I hear you say under your breath with a little giggle, “oh, this is going to be so much fun.”
“Honey, can you come in here a minute please?”
It’s all I hear from the other side of the house. I wander through, trying to figure out where you are and finally find you in the library, in your personal space, with your books and books and more books. This is where you come to escape. But when I look at you, you’re in what can only be called classic librarian mode. Sort of.
You’re there, hair up, glasses on, pencil in your mouth, facing the other way, leaned back in your most comfortable reading chair. You’re in this dreamy state that I think I recognize…
Dinner was wonderful. Nice restaurant, great drinks, and the food was so good. It was one of those casual “hits” where it all just comes together and makes it a relaxing, fun evening. As we are walking out, you snuggle up under my arm, nuzzling in against me.
There is this weird, wonderful disconnect that I crave with you. I can see in your eyes that the Domme side is running through you, but often, before we have play time, you have this tenderness about you, this intense tenderness that takes the world away. This is one of those times and I slow down a bit walking to the car, just to extend the time. Selfish, but really nice.
On our way home, you’re talking about friends, happenings, the week – just small talk. You scoot over closer and put your hand on my cage just completely nonchalantly. I look at you and grin and you don’t even look back to meet my gaze. You just keep the conversation going. You’re pretending it’s not happening, but within just a few seconds, that cage beneath your hands is fully-engaged and hiding what you do to me.
This last weekend (March 19th) is my one-year anniversary of getting my PA – my Prince Albert piercing. I wanted to follow up the other posts about this experience and give everyone an update. Luckily, this isn’t about kids turning 1, so no huge array of pictures to endure. 🙂
There’s a link in the top menu bar to the other PA posts if you’re interested. From just before to time since… it’s all there.
The PA has been, overall, a great thing. I don’t say “overall” to take away anything from it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Here are some interesting bits I’ve learned over the last year…
Continue reading Prince Albert Piercing / PA – turns 1 year old
I’m constantly amazed at how well Charmer has come to know me. I keep thinking I’m getting a handle on managing how I present myself and she spins right around and reads me like a book. I don’t think I’m this big mysterious person, but how she sees me and the ways she responds are on point.
Last weekend I lost my head. There’s really no other way to put it. A whole bunch of stuff from a whole lot of directions was capped off with surprise situation. I came unglued a bit (!) and it made for a very bumpy few days while I tried to back pedal and make up for stupid things going on in my head. The details aren’t important, but then in our writings this week, the question, out of the blue she asked…
I’ve been fighting a battle with edema for about 3 weeks now. Ever since I really fully healed from the PA, it’s been a problem. I don’t believe it’s a PA issue though, but that was my first thought.
Edema happens when the chastity cage “traps” fluids – with the case of chastity cages specifically, it’s swelling that is in your penis, from what I’ve seen, it’s usually on the underside, towards the head. It’s not like a really “full” swelling – for me at least and those I’ve been able to read up on (which is surprisingly scarce online), it’s more of a 25-50% full kind of thing, so it’s like loose skin with fluid in it.
But it’s not a good thing – apparently it can lead to complications – I won’t go into it much here, because that’s not the point of this post. Suffice to say that you should figure it out and deal with it.
