[Chosen_Jackal] Pinch me, is this really happening?

[Tongue+groove]

Good for you. My girl has the potential to do the same. She’s just old school enough that she won’t. Maybe in due time.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Sleeping pills. That’s what she calls them.

Orgasms.

Red usually wants one of her sleeping pills before she goes to sleep, but not last night. I even asked her about an hour before bedtime if she wanted to intimate when we went to bed since it’s been a few days, but she told me she was too exhausted and wanted to go to sleep right away.
I’m usually the one who goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed first, but last night Red went before me.
When I was finishing up a message appears on my phone.
It’s from Red.
"Bzzz" is all it says.

It takes me exactly one second to understand what it means. She wanted a sleeping pill after all, so I hurry up and join her in the bedroom.
I was right.
She already has the vibrator out, so I go to join her, my cock already testing the metal of its cage. My cock always loses this fight obviously.
"Is better when you’re here" is what she tells me as I snuggle close to her.
I interpret that as her finding me attractive and wants me to share her moment of pleasure.
Now that I’m thinking back at it I wonder if she also means that it’s better when I experience her pleasure with no opportunity to have any of my own. Physically at least.

After a while she tells me to get the dildo for her. The small one.
It’s still bigger than me.
It’s funny how I’m not even on the size scale she refers to anymore.
She comes hard as always and I’m left basking in the glory of how beautiful and sexy she is in these moments.
I’m overwhelmed with a mix of jealousy, joy, arousal and gratitude.

We talk a bit before we fall asleep.
She asks me how long it’s been since I had an orgasm. "Two weeks exactly" I tell her.
"Oh, not long at all then" is her reply.
She says nothing about when I can expect my next orgasm and I know better than to ask.
She continues.
"I should probably give you a proper play session soon, but I’m afraid you’re going to be spoiled".
She says it so casually, and I don’t know what else to say than "you’re right dear. I trust your judgment. Thank you".

We change topic and talk a bit about how she wants me to present myself out in the world. I’m lushly because our thoughts are aligned in this and that makes it easier for me to be how she wants me to be.
"You will present as a confident, respectful and honest man. You’re not submissive to anyone else than me, and you’re not someone who has anything to prove to anyone. I want you to act as someone anyone would be proud to stand beside and call their partner, and my pleasure comes from knowing that you submit to me. I’m the only one who controls you".
She’s not put her expectations of me so clearly before, and I thank her again for being so direct in her expectations.
We eventually fall asleep, me spooning her, and my straining cock straining against its cage pressed gently against her soft and delicious ass.

[Tongue+groove]

. You will present as a confident, respectful and honest man. You’re not submissive to anyone else than me, and you’re not someone who has anything to prove to anyone. I want you to act as someone anyone would be proud to stand beside and call their partner, and my pleasure comes from knowing that you submit to me. I’m the only one who controls you".

We had a similar conversation when we started. She expects me to be a man amongst men. Which I’m happy to oblige. In public I get the occasional wink or smug grin during various conversations because we have a secret that no one knows about. Yes I always cage strain when that happens. One of the best was her high school reunion. On the drive home she told me she had the best looking man there and the only locked one also. She was proud of me and how I treated her there.

Makes it all worth while.

[Chosen_Jackal]

One of the things Red likes best about me is that I make her feel safe.
I’m tall enough that I’ve never thought about my height and I have no problem meeting anyone’s gaze, so I’ve been told I have a calming presence in tense situations.
So naturally, neither Red nor I have any wish to feminize me or present me as a an overtly submissive person in public.

[Tongue+groove]

. So naturally, neither Red nor I have any wish to feminize me or present me as a an overtly submissive person in public

I’m a rather large person myself. 6’2” and 230 lbs. I’ve been told I own a room when I walk in. Personally I’m more of an introvert. The way I cope is by being the biggest clown in the room. I really prefer playing on the floor with the kids. Im Less likely to embarrass myself or others like this. So yes feminization isn’t for us either. Although she does tease me at times in private.

One example is my kitchen apron she made. It’s a little frilly, but actually of a kilt style with manly printed material. It’s appropriately balanced to remind me that she has control at home.

[Chosen_Jackal]

I see so many similarities between us at times. I’m also the kind of guys to go over to the children’s table at family and social events right away. I want them to remember me as the grown up who had time for them and took them seriously.
I have some very fond memories of the grown ups who treated me that way when I was a kid, and I’ve later come to realize that they were the truly good people.
I also pay very close attention to how people treat animals. I believe that is one of the best way to judge a persons character.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Sometimes you don’t get what you want, and sometimes you get more than you bargained for.
Sometimes, you get both.

Like most Fridays, we were both pretty tired by evening.
Red had been at her second job all day, and I hadn’t been feeling great either, so we just cuddled on the couch and listened to music.
I love feeling close to her like that, and in my opinion, it doesn’t get more quality than that when it comes to quality time.

I can’t remember exactly what we listened to, but it was a mix of Devin Townsend, Wardruna, Periphery, and some others.

When we decided to go to bed, I went first as usual to get ready.
I had no expectations. There’d been no charged atmosphere, no talk, nothing suggestive, so I figured we’d just go to sleep.

That’s when I noticed something had misaligned in my cage, and I tried to adjust it.
Long story short, I managed to give myself a small cut on the right side of my urethral opening.
I was frustrated and a bit mad at myself, and that’s when Red entered the room.

She’s always so protective of my penis and hates the idea of anything happening to it, so when I told her I’d cut myself, she gave me this look of horror.

And that’s when I royally shit the bed.

Annoyed, I told her, in a tone she definitely didn’t deserve, to not make a big deal out of it.
When I looked up, she was just standing there, staring at me with a hard gaze.

Then she said, in a quiet but firm voice:

“Here I am, planning to do a number of fun things with you, and you talk to me like that?!”

I immediately snapped out of it.
I dropped to my knees, apologized, and told her she was absolutely right. I had no excuse, and no right to speak to her that way. I didn’t justify it. I just accepted that I’d failed her.

She was worried, disappointed, and angry.
Worried about the injury, disappointed that we didn’t get to play like she had planned, and angry that I disrespected her.

In that same calm voice, she told me to lie on my stomach and present my back to her.

What followed was a series of sharp bites to the back and inside of my thighs, followed by slaps to the same spots as she released her teeth.

I enjoy humiliation and discomfort, but I’m not a masochist. So while I accepted being corrected, I didn’t enjoy the pain.
It was clearly a punishment. Not a funishment.

We spent some time talking afterward and both agreed that I need to do better.
I told her that at least something good came from it:
She’s been hesitant to punish me until now, but this felt like a shift. I told her I want her to feel free to use that voice when I’m out of line, and correct me physically if necessary.
I yearn to be better for her and accept whatever she deems necessary to make that happen.

The night ended with her getting another little sleeping pill.
None for me, of course.

[Chosen_Jackal]

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I respond to things. How my body seems to react immediately and strongly in some situations, and just… not at all in others.
And I think I’m starting to understand it better.

It’s not that I’m not aroused. I am. I get turned on so easily by Red. By her voice, her smell, her confidence, her presence. I ache for her constantly. But when the focus shifts onto me, when she teases me, touches me, gives me compliments or playful sexual attention, I don’t always react the way I think I should. Or the way she might expect me to.

That part of me just goes quiet sometimes.

But when the focus is on her. When I’m the one giving, serving, putting all of my energy into her pleasure, then it’s like a switch flips. My arousal kicks in, hard and fast, like it knows where it belongs.
When I get to focus entirely on her body, her orgasm, her dominance, her enjoyment, that’s when I feel alive. That’s when I feel most like myself.

I think it’s because I’ve been rewired.
I’ve been caged, denied, humiliated, and reshaped by the way Red owns me. I’m not used to receiving anymore. I’m not even sure I’m supposed to. My body doesn’t see pleasure as something for me anymore. It recognizes it as something that belongs to her. And when attention is turned back on me, I think part of me doesn’t know how to receive it without feeling like I’m taking something I haven’t earned.

And then there’s humiliation.

I’ve noticed how my arousal intensifies when Red humiliates me.
Not just playful teasing, but the real stuff. The stuff that touches my insecurities.
Telling me my cock is useless. That I’m pathetic. That I don’t satisfy her. That I’m a thing, not a man. That I’ll never get out of my cage because I’ve lost my right to be anything else.
That kind of talk doesn’t just arouse me. It breaks me open in a good way.

Because when she humiliates me, it means she sees me completely.
Not the polished version. Not the mask I’ve worn for years.
But the real me. The one that aches to be hers. The one that feels safe when she looks at me and says I’m not enough, and then keeps me anyway.

Praise doesn’t hit that same place. I appreciate it. I love knowing she finds me attractive, and it means a lot.
But humiliation goes deeper. It bypasses the parts of me that still want to feel impressive and dives straight into the truth:
I’m not impressive. I’m hers. That’s what matters.

So if I don’t respond with a hard cock when she touches me, it’s not because I’m not turned on.
It’s because I’m learning that my arousal isn’t mine to control anymore.
And maybe that’s okay.

Maybe this is just another step deeper into who I’m becoming.
And maybe my submission doesn’t need to be hard. It just needs to be true.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Red and I needed to take a nap today. We were tired, and it’s not often we get the time to just snuggle together in bed. It felt good to be close.

When we woke up, I was so horny I could hardly think straight. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but I knew I had to be smart if I wanted to get anywhere with her.

So I started with something that almost always works.

I began firmly massaging her left buttock, making sure not to touch anywhere near her pussy. I took my time, working that side thoroughly before moving to the other. By then, she was writhing a little and pushing her lovely bubble ass into my hand.

I let the edge of my finger graze her pussy lips, just slightly, to see how she’d react. If she’s not in the mood, she’ll pull away. Subtly, but clearly. If that happens, I go right back to her butt and keep working. But this time she leaned into it. Hungrily.

Still, I didn’t rush. I kept my focus on her ass, massaging her deeply before letting my fingers brush her again.

There was no doubt now. She wanted it.

I started rubbing along the outside of her pussy, pressing and squeezing gently. I could feel her loosening up, getting wet. The smell was intoxicating. I slid my hand under her panties and felt her properly.

She was more than ready.

She rolled onto her back and I pulled her panties to the side. I went down on her, and the moment my tongue touched her clit, my cock pressed hard against the metal bars of the cage. It was painful, but also grounding. It reminded me that pleasure exists for me too, but I’m not allowed to have it. Not physically, anyway.

It didn’t matter. I get more from giving than receiving.

So I let that ache sit where it was and focused entirely on Red. She was soaked. I didn’t even bother with one finger. I slid two inside her easily, feeling her warmth close around me all the way to the knuckles. I worked that sweet spot inside her, and her belly arched upward as I kept licking.

I switched hands so I could rub her clit with one while sliding a third finger in with the other. Her body reacted instantly. I started thrusting harder, deeper, curving my fingers just right to hit her over and over.

She was breathing hard now.

Red usually needs a light touch to get going, but by this point, I was using my strength. There was nothing gentle about it anymore. Just deep, fast thrusts and firm rubbing.

Her whole body tensed, and I felt her clamp down around my fingers.

I whispered a thank you and climbed up beside her. I buried my face in the hollow of her neck and let the warmth of her orgasm wash over me.

That’s when the ache returned. My cock pulsed and tingled inside the cage, the arousal almost overwhelming. But I knew better than to ask for anything in return. That’s not my role.

We laid there for a while. I slowly, almost mindlessly, ground my caged cock against her thigh. Just trying to feel something. All it gave me was more frustration.

After a while, she got up and gently touched the space between my cage and body.

“Huh,” she said. “It’s hard.”

Then she gave me a look and added, casually.

“How about you get up and make yourself useful…”

[Tongue+groove]

. How about you get up and make yourself useful…”

That’s an awesome attitude she has. Im not sure what it’s called but I love it when I get that type of a response.