On the first morning of the competition, I woke up with an immediate, simultaneous, daunting realization: I was caged! for real this time!
Surprisingly, it didn’t feel nearly as sore as I had expected after another night of sleep. Applying lotion every few hours seems to have made a huge difference.
I woke up a few times during the night to use the bathroom, which relieved a decent amount of pressure and helped the attempted erections subside. Thankfully, my long-standing habit of peeing while sitting has made this adjustment pretty manageable. I just need to reposition the cage from time to time to make sure everything lines up properly.
Each time, I drifted back to sleep smiling, settled into my usual dead-man pose with a pillow under my knee—one of the most comfortable positions for me when I’m caged.
As soon as I woke up for the day, I checked the groups and saw that Mistress Ashley had already given instructions. We were to submit a verification chastity check-in photo, along with a private message containing our bids for how many strokes we’d pledge to the upcoming edging session.
There are two separate groups for the event: one for photos and videos, and another for comments, questions, and general chat. Everyone seems pleasant so far, and the overall sense of commitment makes the experience feel even more exciting.
After fumbling with the lighting in my half-asleep state and sending off my photo, I decided to pledge 100 strokes. I’ve never actually had to estimate how many strokes it takes to make me cum, so it was a bit of a wild guess. One of the rules states that edging will be done at around 60 strokes per minute unless specified otherwise, so I practiced with a clock before the competition began. Based on that, 100 strokes felt like a safe bet—at least for now. We’ll see how that plays out.
Since being locked up yesterday, I’ve been doing my best to stay “pure,” though I’m quickly realizing how challenging it is to avoid arousing content. Sometimes it’s not even about being turned on—just boredom. Despite how intensely arousing this entire experience is, I’m trying to limit erections inside the cage to avoid any potential damage. That said, the moment the lock clicked, my brain immediately became extra perverted, so this restraint is proving to be a challenge in more ways than one. I kind of feel like a slut 😄
I’m heading to a stand-up comedy show this evening. From experience, I know there will be plenty of good-looking women there, dressed in all sorts of outfits.
See what I mean about my perverted brain? It’s already firing up again…
Anyway—to be continued 🙂