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# Foreword u/reluctantstraightman *here. I met* u/DominatrixVerena *through the depths of the internet a few weeks ago. She is an intriguing author venturing into the world of femdom based erotica. Our conversations have revolved around the tantalizing company of erotica and publishing, where I have both shared my experiences and eagerly absorbed the wisdom she graciously imparts. Make sure you explore her account and immerse yourself in her captivating work.*

*During our discussions, the possibility of collaborating on a project arose. The form and nature of this collaboration were still up in the air, as it is still early days, but we stumbled upon a tantalizing scenario. A Domme and a submissive meeting online under serendipitous circumstances, exploring the unexpected twists and turns of their online relationship. Together, we have crafted this story as a collection of journal entries, capturing the essence of the Domme-sub dynamic and the delicate dance of trust in the digital realm. This collaboration has been an absolute delight, opening new horizons in my writing.*

*Over the next few days, we will unveil this tantalizing tale through our journal entries. It spans just three days, making it a compact and intense experience. I eagerly await your responses to this new storytelling approach. Each day is composed of 1st person sections, vividly depicting the perspectives of the submissive male and the Domme.*

*I appreciate your patience and extend my deepest gratitude to DominatrixVerena for the thrilling collaboration. It has truly been an exhilarating experience.*

# Day 1

## Sub

It’s extraordinary how fate can intertwine two souls together in the most unexpected of methods. Our online encounter began innocently enough, delving deep into topics unrelated to chastity. But as the conversation flowed effortlessly, one thing led to another… It’s been roughly 15 hours since she casually mentioned that I should wear the chastity cage for her. Was it a question or a command? Sometimes the line blurs in the realm of a dominant woman. She can ask in the sweetest tone, but deep down, we both know it carries weight, beyond a mere request. If I recall correctly, she simply expressed her belief that I should put on the cage. Not a demand, not a plea, just a fleeting wondered, or so it seemed. Yet, the words ‘right now’ resonated through every fiber of my submissive being. The fact that a stunning and commanding woman desires me to do this, and do it immediately, ignited an irresistible urge within me. Without hesitation, I went straight to my dresser, retrieved the cage, and slipped it on, even as my cock strained against its confines. It was a surprisingly smooth process, as I hadn’t worn a cage for anyone in a long while.

Only after the cage embraced me did she inquire about the longest I had previously worn one – a mere 24 hours. However, that was in the distant past, with a different cage altogether. This new cage snugly holds me, even in a flaccid state, a constant reminder of her presence. Every passing second, it demands my attention, a tribute to her dominance. It may cause physical frustration and an occasional discomfort, but my gratitude toward her overshadows any momentary inconvenience. Each time my senses are awakened by its grip, I cannot help but feel her power coursing through me. It may sound peculiar, articulating it in this manner, but it’s the unalloyed truth. It was only after locking myself up for her that she unveiled her plan for me – a minimum of 72 hours in the cage. This all began on a Tuesday afternoon, meaning the earliest release would be on Friday at noon. However, in an attempt to display wit and cunning, I made a small misstep yesterday, prolonging my sentence until 2 pm. We barely know each other, merely scratching the surface of our connection. Undoubtedly, it is the fastest anyone has ever requested me to embrace the cage. Perhaps it was the two incredibly seductive pictures she shared, along with her revelations about her passion and desires within the realm of femdom. Nonetheless, I can feel her control tightening around my cock, and for that, I am grateful. Trust plays an indispensable role in the realm of D&S. While some may treat this as mere fantasy to fuel their fantasies, I discover such shallowness hollow and devoid of meaning. When a truly dominant woman takes possession of my cock, it is both a privilege and a sacred duty bestowed upon her. She shoulders the weight of responsibility, and it is not to be trifled with. To betray that trust is unthinkable. She has sated a hunger within me, and I could never fathom betraying her. It carries too much significance.

Around an hour and a half after my encounter with the cage, while she was momentarily absent, I stumbled upon a startling realization. It was only Tuesday. Throughout our conversations and the act of caging myself, I had erroneously believed it to be Wednesday. I only had to push through two nights and a full day, right? But alas, it was merely Tuesday, and I have survived just one night of what promises to be at least three locked in the embrace of the cage. She anticipates a potential tantrum or some form of resistance in due time, but I don’t see it unfolding that way. Patience is my virtue, and for the time being, my deep gratitude towards her outweighs any desire to escape. If I were faced with a choice between wearing the cage or relinquishing the sliver of dominance she paves for me, I would readily choose the cage every single time. She made it explicitly clear that nothing, barring a health emergency, would grant me liberation before Friday at noon. I accept this reality. It won’t be an easy task, but I have already assured her I won’t dare utter a word until that designated time. Yet, she has hinted that the cage’s grip may not loosen even then, and I believe her. She holds dominion over my cock, and it shall remain hers until she chooses to relinquish it. It may not be returned to me promptly on Friday at noon or at her mere whim. It is hers to command for as long as she desires, a concept both arousing and somewhat intimidating. As mentioned before, it has been years since I have endured the embrace of a cage for such an extended period. The weight of its presence was palpable throughout the night. Mornings are particularly challenging, as I’ve all the time been prone to vigorous erections. Last night was no exception. After a mere four hours of sleep, my slumber ended abruptly when my caged cock attempted an erection. A soft groan escaped my lips, capturing the heightened sense of constriction. The testicle ring and the friction against my scrotum incited some discomfort, interrupting my fragile rest. Though I managed to drift back into the realm of dreams, my sleep was restless, prompting me to rise early and pen these thoughts. Even now, the persistent throb of that erection lingers, a testament to her unwavering grip on my cock and balls. Every few seconds, it pulsates in perfect harmony with her control. Many perceive a chastity cage solely as an instrument to deny orgasms, but the truth veers slightly from that notion. Given the right circumstances, I could summon a vibrator and coax an uncomfortably fleeting orgasm within minutes. In actuality, it is a device that grants sheer power over erections, reigning them in…

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