Penis Confinement: A Follow-up

The penis cage that I wore at work yesterday never became irksome. There were fluctuations in penile girth. Slightly expanded it was both marginally irritating and mildly arousing.

After urinating the cage required cleaning. The additional task seemed appropriate and rinsing and wiping felt a bit like a ritual.

On returning home I felt very affectionate. That is hardly rare: I’m an old fashioned romantic. Wearing the cage had left me feeling a sensual connection with Alexandra.

She’d just arise, was online chatting with her Mum. That was OK. I wasn’t frustrated but there wasn’t room for any follow through. When she went to take a shower I removed the cage. It had been on for only eight hours.

I thought about trying the prickly penis collar today but I think that device is best left to a scene. (If we can manage to get it on.) The prickly bits aren’t that rough but probably make wearing the sheath for more than an hour or two untenable.

I don’t know if we’ll extend the experiment. Alexandra and I will have to talk and see how it fits into our goals.

I did order an additional control device Saturday but it may be one of those toys we never actually use.