Caged

“So Darling,” Hannah said sleepily from our bed as I stood in my corner for my morning mindfulness, “How was your little cock cage to sleep in.”

“Surprisingly comfortable.” I replied as it had been.

“What about erections?” asked Hannah.

“Well, my morning erection was a bit difficult but one thing which I noticed is that because my cock is protected it isn’t stimulated by my nightie or the sheets or my panties so I didn’t have as many little erections as I usually do.”

“And you can’t play with yourself in your corner as I know you used to. What about peeing?” Hannah asked.

“Not a problem if I sit down.”

“Good. I think it looks quite nice. Much neater than having your little cock flopping around. You may get my tea.”

Not a word about taking the cage off.

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