"He knew"
Thats what went through my mind when he walked in the door.
After being locked as long as I have, we pick up on certain body language. A certain walk. the way he tuens, the way he sits, especially the way he adjusts his cage in public.
Size of the cage doesnt matter. Its the same move. I had a guy tell me my first year I was announcing to the worl I was caged by how I was standing. To say the least, I was suprised. He helped me understand the daily life and , if you will, expectations of being locked.
After all, outside the bedroom, why be locked?
The answer isnt so much about keeping me from being sexual with another, but more about a commitment I made to my wife to allow her to control the very soul of who I am. All my pleasure is now hers. Of course, In reality I can do some things to find that sensation, lets be honest. But, that all encompassing feeling of being inside someone isnt there. And thats ok. I freely gave up, and she quite freely took it further than I thought possible.
She truly enjoys knowing she has 100% control, and she enjoys reminding me. whether its showing me how she treats another man, or, by showing me when she brings one home for me to be used as a prize.
The walk gave me away. Of course, the key on her ankle was a dead give awy. The key draws the right man to ask her to dance. The man who knows that keys purpose, the man who is a bull. An alpha ready to conquer another married woman. Thean who knows, the locked lil cuck loves the humiliation of it all. And the womaN who loves him for it.
You must understand, there was a time I got mad at the thought of someone touching my woman. Now, its a Friday night here.
Being locked only confis your commitment to her. It in no way takes away from your life outside sex.
Go to the gym, go hiking, go to ball games. do guy things. And know your still you.
Guys who know, are better friends, and lovers. Bulls who know, understand their role.
Enjoy the ride. You only get one go around
Thats what went through my mind when he walked in the door.
After being locked as long as I have, we pick up on certain body language. A certain walk. the way he tuens, the way he sits, especially the way he adjusts his cage in public.
Size of the cage doesnt matter. Its the same move. I had a guy tell me my first year I was announcing to the worl I was caged by how I was standing. To say the least, I was suprised. He helped me understand the daily life and , if you will, expectations of being locked.
After all, outside the bedroom, why be locked?
The answer isnt so much about keeping me from being sexual with another, but more about a commitment I made to my wife to allow her to control the very soul of who I am. All my pleasure is now hers. Of course, In reality I can do some things to find that sensation, lets be honest. But, that all encompassing feeling of being inside someone isnt there. And thats ok. I freely gave up, and she quite freely took it further than I thought possible.
She truly enjoys knowing she has 100% control, and she enjoys reminding me. whether its showing me how she treats another man, or, by showing me when she brings one home for me to be used as a prize.
The walk gave me away. Of course, the key on her ankle was a dead give awy. The key draws the right man to ask her to dance. The man who knows that keys purpose, the man who is a bull. An alpha ready to conquer another married woman. Thean who knows, the locked lil cuck loves the humiliation of it all. And the womaN who loves him for it.
You must understand, there was a time I got mad at the thought of someone touching my woman. Now, its a Friday night here.
Being locked only confis your commitment to her. It in no way takes away from your life outside sex.
Go to the gym, go hiking, go to ball games. do guy things. And know your still you.
Guys who know, are better friends, and lovers. Bulls who know, understand their role.
Enjoy the ride. You only get one go around
