When I was about to step into the shower before heading out to last night’s comedy show, I had this strange sensation—like I still had my underwear on. It turned out to be nothing more than my body adjusting to the presence of the contraption.
The show itself was fantastic. David Koechner absolutely killed it. Naturally, my friends managed to get us seats right next to the stage. They had even planned to order a birthday shot for me to put me on the spot, but apparently Dave had canceled that policy for his show. Still, during the set he high-fived me after noticing my shaved head, which was hilarious. It was a whole thing—you really had to be there.
Contrary to how I thought I’d react, I spent most of the night completely in the moment, just having fun. I barely noticed the cage at all, which was a relief. I had dressed carefully to allow a little extra room, and it paid off.
After the show, we took refuge in the nearest Applebee’s for some food. Our waitress immediately caught my eye—a young woman with a very striking figure, an incredibly form-fitting uniform, a splash of attitude, and piercing eyes. She definitely stirred something in me.
By the time I got home, it was after midnight. I should have been at least a little tired, but I was buzzing with pent-up energy and didn’t fall asleep until around 4 a.m. I woke up at 7:30 to check the group messages. Mistress Ashley had closed the blind bidding for the edging session, which meant it was finally time to record myself stroking my pledge—though not before sending one of the day’s cage check-in photos.
I decided to play some erotic tantric music in the background because I was more nervous than I expected. Sending a video of myself stroking in a group full of men is so not me. Honestly, I’ve never seen so many guys stroke and actually count their strokes with them!—it was surreal and kind of funny. I truly thought it would bother me much more than it did, for reasons I won’t get into here, but surprisingly, it didn’t.
I’m really there to test myself and have fun along the way. I want to see how well I can follow directions and control myself for future reference. I also wanted to put myself out there, be open to new experiences, and just be more open in general.
It took a few tries—and much longer than I anticipated—to relax and allow the arousal to build, but I eventually submitted my pledge successfully without finishing. So far, I’ve only seen one other person reach 100 strokes, and I’m hoping I don’t end up in first place. Otherwise, I’d have no choice but to increase my pledge by 15 strokes each time from my previous count. Evil.
After sending the video, I took advantage of the one-hour window to touch up my shaving, shower, and check for any scars, bruises, or signs of damage. The area that had been tender had scabbed over nicely, and everything looked good. There were a few red lines near the base ring that I’m keeping an eye on, but nothing seems serious so far. My balls ached briefly in the shower—not like full-blown blue balls—but I can definitely feel it building.
For the rest of the day, I went about my business with little trouble from the cage. I hope it continues this way, because tomorrow will be my first day at work wearing it. Being able to navigate a full workday with it on feels like the next major challenge.
To be continued...
Notes:
Noticed a slight increase in energy.