I really recommend checking out my previous 2 stories before reading this update.
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It’s crazy how much a single decision can snowball with the right momentum. I especially know this as someone that over the last few years went from a vanilla married man to a divorced-chastity-caged-foot obsessed-cuckold.
I really did want to reset back to normal after my ex-wife left, but I just couldn’t resist falling back into the tracks of a submissive cuck. When I decided to lock my little cock before going out a couple weeks ago, I metaphorically locked myself into a sexual existence as a sub/cuck. My ex wife didn’t turn me into anything in the last years of our relationship like I recenter her for. No, she helped discover something in me.
I met my new Mistress that night, and she took an immediate interest in my proclivities. I wrote more about our first meeting in my last post, so I’ll skip ahead to the week that followed.
I woke up late morning the day after meeting my new Mistress to a text from her. It was an unsaved number. I had given her my number, but she didn’t give me hers.
“Are you still in that little cage?”
I was excited to reply back to her but nervous that she’d be disappointed in my reply.
“No.”
“lol. I knew you’d jerk off when you got home. Pathetic.”
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We went back and forth texting all morning. She’s teased me between small talk. She had a lot of questions about exactly how far my ex and I took the cuck dynamic. She didn’t ask all at once, but eventually she knew just how much of a cuck I was.
Did I watch? Yes
Did he cum inside her? Yes
Did I ever cum inside her? No
Did I clean up after him? Yes
Did I clean up after myself? Yes
Did she control my cage? Yes
Did I pleasure him? No
When I told her I was about to take a shower she told me to send her a picture of my cock back in its cage. I got slightly hard locking myself backup and eagerly sent her a picture strained in my little cage.
“Good boy.” She texted back. “And if you’re going to get all swollen for something…” and sent me a picture of her feet. She told me I was going to stay caged for her all week. I enthusiastically agreed. This was all so comfortable for me. Like putting on an old favorite sweater at the start of the season.
All week long she would send me a picture of her sexy feet. Sometimes from the top looking down, sometimes her soles, always a little different. And as requested, I always replied as quickly as I could with a picture of my caged cock straining for her feet.
Then just yesterday she was late with the picture. All week it was either early morning or around lunch. Yesterday it came around 8 at night and it wasn’t just her feet in her photo.
The feet I had memorized throughout the week were wrapped around a massive cock.
“Sorry I’m late today. Was hanging out with a friend. I was telling him about the pics I’ve been sending you and one thing lead to another. lol. To make up for being late, you can unlock yourself now.”
I practically came taking off my cage. I held back just long enough to look back at all the photos I collected through the week before stopping at the last one and cumming all over myself.
We’re hanging out again this weekend. She’s having some friends over for a game night and invited me over for that. I know at least one of her friends knows what’s going on. This was always something my ex wife and I kept private, so I’m a little nervous about a whole group of friends knowing about my lifestyle. Anyway, I’m back in my cage and excited to see Mistress tomorrow.