Scribbles

Friday night we went to our dungeon for Kinky Karaoke night, which is one of our favorite nights. My dear whore loves to sing, and I love to listen to her, so I'll assign her some songs and she'll pick others. Fortunately I get to leave my own bias at home on those nights because my whore is always the best performer there and everyone knows it hahahah. For her first song of the night she sang "Uninvited" by Alanis Morrisette and absolutely nailed it! She even got cheers and applause, not only from me but from the whole room! I've heard her sing it enough times in the car to know that she was going to be great, and she was.
My dirty slut had been wanting to take some sexy, artistic rope pics, but neither of us had any experience so last week a friend there recommended an experienced rigger who might be willing to help us. As usual, upon arrival we were immediately greeted by several people we have become friends with, and some that we have seen on occasion. It is nice to be recognized and well liked at the local dungeon! Throughout the week I had been chatting with guy our friend mentioned, sharing picture ideas, and when we finally met Friday the three of us looked at some example pics, he suggested a few ideas of his own based on the pics we liked, and we decided that there was no time like the present, so we started right after the first song!
I got to help a little though I pretty much stayed out of the way as he roped up my slut. That should have been very strange because standing by watching as another person restrains my property is not a situation I am accustomed to, but he was very gentle and respectful and kept us both informed on exactly what was happening, making sure my sub was safe and comfortable. We were both very grateful for his help. When it was all done I took some pics.

And that was just the first half of the night. There was a second tie, more pics, and another song to sing, but in-between we spent some time at one of our favorite activities, on one of our favorite pieces of furniture - a spanking bench. My dearest slut has become more and more of an exhibitionist, and she has a big fan there who tends to shadow us wherever we go and watch everything that I do to her, so we let him stand nearby and watch closely as I beat her ass or finger her or make her cum or do anything I want to her. Sometimes, just to freak him out I'll make her look right at him or wave at him while I do. And sometimes she smiles at him just to tease him. Little whore hahahaha.

After her second rope tie, this time on the stage, my filthy whore performed another song, "Turn Me On" by Norah Jones. As usual she sang beautifully, and soon after we ended another very fun night at our playhouse.

This is a little peek-a-boo pic from the second tie, with some rope marks from the first.

You absolutely must go to her blog post to see more amazing pics of my gorgeous sub ButterfliesAndCuffs all tied up in simple, artistic poses for her very first rope experience!

We are saddened to announce the recent passing of our beloved wooden spoon Chef. At the request of his entire family - Myself, my gorgeous whore ButterfliesAndCuffs, and all his brothers and sisters - notice was withheld during our time of mourning.
His end was abrupt and sudden, but he died in mid-swing while doing what he loved most: beating my dear slut's sweet ass.
Please read a full obituary she wrote for him here.
There may be other spoons like him, but there was only one Chef, and it has already required 3 new additions to the family to help us fill the absence left by his loss.
It should be known that, though he can never swing to the beat again, his remains will be reassembled and retired to a place of honor amongst his brothers and sisters.
He will not be forgotten.

RIP

People sing those words in break-up songs, write them on condolence cards, and unfortunately, must frequently suffer them when things end.

For us, it's amazing that this thing actually lasted as long as it did considering how difficult it was, especially in the beginning. Long distance... We started out several states and a whole time zone apart, and not everyone thought we would make it, even though we believed. We were very strong and certain back then, and we refused to let the distance stop us. It tried, but we beat the odds. We persevered, we called it a thing, said some pretty scary words, even stuck a very dynamic slash right in the middle of it all. We met, embraced, touched, and felt. It was so right that we did it again, and again. In the beginning it was beautiful, almost as beautiful as her.

No one had ever said "Forever" to me before, and when she did it stopped me for a second - then it felt like exactly what I'd been waiting for, well, forever.
We fell in love, and we documented it right here for all the (Cage) world to see and share. And in retrospect, I think that's the point when everything started to change.

I was planning to move anyway, and very soon I was as close to my dirty whore as I was able to get at the time, but that was still an hour away. Of course I had always meant to close that distance as soon as possible. I kept saying "Be patient, it's just a matter of time, we are almost there, we just have to wait a little longer..."

But some things are ultimately not meant to be. Sometimes patience wears too thin; someone reaches a point when things have to change right now; waiting is no longer an option, and any move other than forward is a move in the wrong direction.

Unless you move South, which is what I did.

Something happened at some point in March. I decided that I didn't want to wait another 3 months until the end of my lease so that I could finally be closer to my little slut. Instead, I rented a new apartment in MD, started packing up my old apartment in PA, and as of April 5th I officially live on Southern side of the border (though due to everything being so super last minute I didn't get fully moved in until the 30th.) And now I and my filthy slut ButterfliesAndCuffs live only 6 minutes apart!

Though it felt like the interminable wait to be together was never going to end, nothing lasts forever, and the wait is finally over. It was not meant to be that we should be so far apart any longer.
I was recently asked why I wanted to move here and I explained it this way: "When you meet the right person, you go where they are. She was not able to come to me, but I was able to go to her. So here I am."

So perhaps there is truly nothing that lasts Forever, but I like how that particular F-word sounds when she says it so fuck it - we've never stopped pushing that limit, we're not stopping now, and we have some new, deliciously ugly, dark purple bruises to prove it.

To my dearest, worthless kneeling whore - I love you. I have said it many times and it is still true, you have been the best part of my life, and the biggest part of my heart. And forever wont last long enough.

❤️‍🔥 🐖 💘 😛 💘 🐛 ❤️‍🔥

p.s. - I'm just walking out the door - see you in 6 minutes.

There they were, finally. The things we had been waiting for and talking about for exactly 1 year. New Year's Eve, followed by New Year's Day. Lots of parties, noises, and celebrations, and for most people, a reminder of what happened since the last time the calendar struck one particular midnight.

All of it was fun, but for I and my filthy slut ButterfliesAndCuffs it was an extra special occasion: that night, the traditional 10-second countdown leading to the dropping down of the big round bouncy thingy (more on in a moment) was even more significant because January 1st was not only New Year's Day - it was also the anniversary of the day we said the words; we made the commitment. The day we decided that we were ready for a full dynamic together.

We didn't spend this NYE as we did a year ago, at our homes in front of our webcams talking and playing. This time we spanked in the New Year at our dungeon with several new friends we've made there. She was the most beautiful thing in the entire building, she always is, in every room we're ever in. I had her bent over a spanking bench with her ass and pussy exposed for all to see as I smacked her in time with the music, and of course, harder and harder for every second of the final countdown to zero hour, which I made her shout out "10 - 9 - 8 - 7..."

Now, the dropping bouncy thingy part of the story: one of the guys at the dungeon (a very enthusiastic, suitably round, NYE Ball shaped fellow) was covered in glitter, tied up, and hoisted above the stage. The Times Square celebration was broadcast on a large flat screen on the wall, and when the clock showed 00:00:00 he was slowly lowered to the stage to the cheers of everyone in attendance.

So we spent the eve of our anniversary, at our club with our weirdo friends. The actual day, in fact most of the weekend, was just the two of us at home alone, much of it in bed as you might expect, except for a couple of delicious meals my perfect sub cooked for us. We talked about some of the amazing milestones we passed along the way: Our first sight of each other. Our first embrace at the airport. Our first night together. How 6 months ago I packed up and moved so we could be even closer. Our first actual "date" (a movie in a movie theater.) The first gifts we ever gave each other as D and s. Me meeting her closest friends. Her meeting my closest family member. Me finally getting to play a few original piano pieces for her. Learning from her, and then joining in her passion - raising and releasing butterflies. Introducing each other to new music and movies.

Many, many other major events in our lives together, most importantly, meeting her daughter. I desperately wanted to make a good impression on her - and we hit it off immediately! Geez, imagine a big tough guy like me being afraid of a sweet little doll like her. Plus she thinks that we are "weird, in a good way" so what better endorsement?

We're not close to being done. We are still goofy and crazy and loving and unpredictable. We have made plans, set dates, even bought tickets for a couple things later this year. Friends and relatives are already planning visits in a couple months. A (platonic) double-date type of thing to D.C. with a couple we are friends with from our dungeon. And a wild Vegas trip we keep talking about taking with a good friend and her Dom.

And speaking of friends there are 2 that we could not end our first year together without mentioning because they have been our biggest supporters, and because they seemingly knew that my dearest sub and I would end up together even before we did. 2 friends who we still talk to weekly, sometimes daily. To SSR - forever thank you for all the ridiculously long, insanely nonsensical, hysterical phone calls, even though I usually barely get a word in the entire time. And endless thank yous to Banféinní for all the... everything. And for having us over. We can't imagine any part of the last year, or the next, without you both.

New Year's weekend was wonderful. My treasured slut ButterfliesAndCuffs is irreplaceable. I wouldn't trade or change last year for anything, and the next is going to be even better.

The Original Lyrics

If the title filled you with hopes of sexy holiday party games, you'll find none here, but read on and hopefully you will still enjoy the explanation at the end of my post.
As we have been chronicling in the past few months, I and my dirty little sub ButterfliesAndCuffs are inching closer to the anniversary of the day we decided to give a name to this nutty little dynamic thingy we find ourselves in. Along the way it sprouted eyes and limbs and personalities and attitudes of it's own, and began answering to other names like "affection" and "relationship" and "love."
It doesn't seem like a year. Except the times when we weren't together and then it was like "fuck, time - hurry up and pass already!" Those moments felt too much like forever. But it hasn't been quite a year yet, not "officially." We have a few days yet until we reach that milestone. But in the mean time we have a little business that requires some recapping. Once upon 12-ish months ago there was a little something I like to call December, 2021.

She's so much better at remember things like dates and topics and times and names and locations and conversations and posts and comments and... well, most things. So if you want to enjoy a more detailed retelling of all the goofy nonsense we got up to during December of last year then you must read all about it in her post here. But while you and I are together I'll share a few of my memories. Stroll back with me now, if you will, and reminisce...

After first meeting in October, and watching a fun flirtation become uncontrollably wet and sexy in November, somewhere between the 1st and 2nd weeks in December we had both decided that this thing - whatever it was - was indeed a thing. I remember the exact moment; I can still see the whole thing...

12/11, We were on our webcams with a mutual friend to celebrate my naughty slut's birthday. She had been partying with her friends that evening and was in a particularly wild mood so I saw a side of her I didn't know existed. I already knew she was amazing but that night I learned that she was something naughtier than I ever imagined. And that was the moment when I knew I had to own her.
(She likes to point out she realized she liked me 2 whole damn days before I realized I liked her, therefore somehow that means she wins the Who-Liked-Whom-First game?)

Over the following weeks there were naughty pictures. We had already been constantly texting each other ALL DAY for more than a month by then, and we havent been out of touch for longer than 12 hours at any time since then. We made up songs, movies, even our own words and phrases. We had really weird dreams about each other every night then laughed about them together the next morning. We finished each other's sentences. Amazingly all of these things still happen! We established Movie Night and each made a must-see list for the other.

12/23 Before we were even officially a thing I issued her very first set of rules - "The Rules of Bacon" - and she broke rule #1 almost immediately! Because of this she had to be punished of course, which ended up being the very first time we ever played. We would eventually go on to add 2 more rules that we made up ourselves.

And by then December was almost over. 2021 was almost over. Our non-dynamic, non-relationship, non-love-lives were almost over. All that was left was just a few colors, a couple words, one decision, and...

Oh yeah, as for the meaning behind the title of this post -
We met here, passing each other in the forum, never saying anything to each other until one day we did. Then we kept talking and having fun and making each other laugh. We started making up dumb stuff together just because we thought it was funny. We still do dumb stuff and make up silly shit and make our own fun because we never enjoy ourselves more than we do when we're together.

So it should surprise no one that "The Original Lyrics" is a dumb recurring joke that only we know, and therefore only makes us laugh: In perfect 'us' fashion, we make up our own lyrics to whatever songs happen to be playing at any time (capitalizing on every possible opportunity to insert the word "butthole" because that is the funniest word ever!) Then one of us will explain to the other that the made up lyrics were actually the original lyrics, but that most people just don't realize it.

We intentionally sing the wrong lyrics to a song because it's funnier that way, then comment about how the funny lyrics were actually the original lyrics. Kinda like when we first met. We originally started out just having fun before eventually we turned into the real thing. Cool huh!

Stay tuned for our official one year anniversary blogs….

🎈🎉🎂Happy Birthday!!!🎂🎉🎈

As we approach our 1-year anniversary I cannot forget to mention that December 11, 2021 was the day I realized that I had met the sub I wanted to keep, the woman I wanted to be with from that day on.
It was on that day I knew I had found the person who I would happily and proudly call mine every day forever after.

Coincidentally, it was also her birthday.

I found the one who I have called my most prized possession, the biggest and best part of my heart, who I use like a whore in private, and treat like a princess in public.

So to my friend, my sub, my toy, my lover,
The person who makes me laugh more than anyone ever has,
The best reason I have for being the best Dom, man, and person I can be.

To the love of my life -

Happy birthday

ButterfliesAndCuffs

I Love You!!!

Last month began a series of anniversaries for myself and my glorious whore ButterfliesAndCuffs, and like my last post I am sharing several of the funnier, more important, or just sillier ones. She remembered some other things and put them in a post here.

But of course things didn't stop in October, and this month we are celebrating some memories from November last year:

11/12 - Our first Bond messages. Having to do with our personal lives at the time, forum threads and blog posts, conversations and comments. A lot of general fun and laughing. Knowing us there was certainly a lot of laughing and dirty flirting.

11/11 - She started a forum topic about rice punishment, then somewhere on page 4 we started to get all overtly flirty.

11/15 - We were always coming up with ideas for movies (we still do!) She has such a devastating smile and on this day I recommended her for the lead role something tentatively titled "The Smile Murderer."

11/16 - I told her that her smile was so gorgeous that it was lethal and that the movie should be called "Smile M for Murder!" (Get it? A damn Hitchcock pun. How awesome is that.)

11/23 - The first time we ever spoke outside of cage. One of those steps that people sometimes take within a few days of meeting, sometimes not for weeks or longer. It took us about 6 weeks from our very first contact until this day.

One of the funniest things this month resulted in a ridiculously hilarious challenge I issued exactly 1 year ago today. It was prompted by a conversation we had the day before. Check here for a better description, but essentially, it was an audio post called "Dated and Laid challenge" with me reading a shitty country song I made up the night before in a terrible fake southern accent. In celebration of that awful recording, I wrote and posted here another shitty country song called "Butt, But" which I have again read in a terrible southern accent. If you can't listen to it (or you can't stand listening to it!) or you just want to read along the lyrics are below. Enjoy.

Another anniversary post next month!

Butt, But

There are plenty of folks who like puttin' things in their butt, but
I aint never had nothin' in my butt, but
I hear tell there can be foun'
'Bout a finger or so down
A place that gives you pleasin' in your butt

The little lady wants a thingy for her butt, but
It looks too big to fit it in her butt, but
I think it can be done
If she rubs some Wesson on
And I push until it pops into her butt

I caint fathom I'd care fer somethin in my butt, but
I got 'quiaintences who put things in their butt, but
All I ever done was shit
Nothin' in - just outta it
The way that god intended for the butt

My woman wants to play now with my butt, but
I aint partial to games that include my butt, but
It aint like it'll turn me sweet
If she fiddles with my seat
Still I prefer she just steer clear of my butt

It's not like I'm a'feared about the butt, but
Things sometimes get messy in the butt, but
If you get down in a tub
Take a horse-hair brush and scrub
Things'll keep a might bit cleaner in yer butt

The missus never whined about her butt, but
After 'while I begun to fret about her butt, but
I caint help from noticin' her grin
When shes got that shiny thing in
So I reckon she enjoys it in her butt

I always thought I had it right 'bout the butt, but
Surely I'd have heard somethin' 'bout the butt, but
These backside penetrations
Must be some new-fangled relations
- Had I been wrong all this time 'bout the butt?

Well now,
I aim to find that place there in my butt, but
I 'spect it'll take some searchin' in my butt, but
I aint one to quit, so I'll keep after it
Say a prayer and wish me well, cuz I may be gone a spell
If you know which way to go, point it out, let me know
I'm ready to push on in, just one last thing before I begin -
Keep to yerself what you've heard and read
Cuz I'll deny I ever said
That I'm considerin' puttin' somethin' in my butt.

- written and performed by Longer Johnny Cash

October is a month of anniversaries.

In a week there is that fun costume-y thing when all the neighborhood kids get dressed up and run around knocking on doors only to have a bunch of random strangers offer them candy.

Around the same time every year, the streets become brighter and more colorful with lights and decorations, and you can no longer enter an elevator or a shopping mall without hearing the same old songs, some of them speaking of a random stranger who would soon arrive at the homes of innocent children to offer them gifts and candy.

Somehow strangers offering children candy starts not being creepy sometime in October?

For me and my glorious whore ButterfliesAndCuffs this month marks the beginning of our string of anniversaries, beginning with how we met here, our first forum and blog comments to each other, becoming friends, and a little flirting here and there.

A fun recap of some highlights from a year ago:
10/10 - I commented on a forum question she asked - and she didn't even notice hahahah! We had never before chatted though we later found out that we had viewed each others profiles many times by then.
10/25 - There was a challenge that day and we got kinda fun and flirty. A few months later we were told by a few people that that was right around the time when THEY noticed that we should have "gotten a room" or some such nonsense.
10/26 - My slut does love her memes and she posted one about being romantically horny, so together we co-founded ⭐ The Romantically Horny Club ⭐ our first of many joint endeavors.
10/29 - Once again with the flirting. In this case it was a challenge where she posted a picture of herself in a red dress. As you all know she is crazy beautiful, and I wasted no time telling her how I wished I were that dress!
10/31 - Ah yes, this one about a possessed vibrator was so much fun that it's no surprise it led to some heavier than usual flirting.

Things just took off from there. We became better friends in November, had become very close as we entered December (more on those in the coming weeks.) And the funniest, best part is that even with all the fun and flirting and the comments and silliness we still never imagined we would ever be anything more than friends. She thought I was a little too scary, and I thought that she was absolutely delightful and beautiful and lovely - but kinda boring. I have said many times since, to her and everyone who would listen, that I have never been so happy to have been so completely wrong!

We will be writing more over the next few weeks as we continue to celebrate more anniversaries, approaching the biggest one of all - the day we decided that, yeah, this is a thing. For those who have taken some or even all of this trip with us - thanks you crazy-ass fuckers! Couldn't have done any of it without you. Actually, a lot of it we did without you. In fact there was a ton of heavy duty D/s shit that didn't involve you at all. And most of you weren't there for most of the butt stuff. But thanks for being there in spirit you beautiful pervs!

Thank you TreasureMe for this very exciting challenge!

I sort of didn't exactly follow the rules of the challenge. Instead of picking 1 option from each of the 5 categories I decided to have a little fun and use all 5 options from all 5 categories for a total of all 25! But I didn't quite use them all as the prescribed senses (or as senses at all in a few cases...)
So here we go. It's called

25

A southern belle originally from west Texas she had accent as thick as saddle leather, and a voice as warm as wind blowing over golden sunsets. Former pornstar extraordinaire Rain Pattering would fall asleep on the porch to the harmonies of the bells chiming, and dream of becoming an actress or a singer, she didn't care which, she just wanted to be in movies. And she swore she wouldn't stop before she made it.

But that is exactly where she stopped. She traded the glamour of bright soundstages for the seclusion of warehouses and brick buildings. Instead of being in movies she went straight to videos. She abandoned her dream to assume a character and inhabit a role, choosing instead to suck a cock and take it up the ass.

But she was very good at it; her name was being spoken more and more around town; during her career Rain Pattering was on every tongue in the industry. And as she became famous her name started appearing above those of the not-so-bright stars of a screen that was less known for being silver than for being in need of vigorous disinfecting.

She had a brilliant career - that lasted 5 months. And in that 5 months Rain won 2 porn Oscar awards. She performed in 121 straight-to-video pornographic films; had 228 random nameless, faceless cocks the size of trees inside one opening or another; every day smiled for the camera sporting whatever fluid mixture was in the script that day. It changed her. It started to threaten to eventually become demeaning.

The years passed, she got old and haggard and ugly. She stopped bathing, started gambling, swearing, and smoking cigars. She became sweet in exactly the same way that chocolate isn't, which is to say that she became a bitter sort, with a sour personality that would make bile question it's own self-worth.

As she aged it was now her face that resembled old leather, and as she chewed on those awful cigars her rotted teeth came to look like 2 hookers with broken, street-worn high heels clacking together. She smoked them for so many years that by now every breath felt like she was deepthroating sandpaper, and her voice now sounded more like the rough bark of a dog than the silk, urgent "ooohs" and "ahhhs" the world was hypnotized by during her golden AVN days, brief though they were.

Rain's best friend, the only person from her celebrated porn career that she ever associated with anymore, was her former costar Boots Pounding. In fact, he was her only friend. His retirement followed the same downward trajectory as Rain's, and at this stage of decline he had teeth the color of cinnamon, and an unsavory odor that he attempted to mask by dousing himself in dizzying amounts of cologne and aftershave.

Rain had gotten him a job at the nickel peep show where a steady stream of dirty old men with fistfuls of sticky coins would pay to watch as she performed her naughty finger puppet show act. Fortunately for her they were only too happy to tell her where to put her fingers and what to do with her puppets because she had long ago lost the ability to feel or care about her own pussy.

Boots wore a nametag that said his official title was "Chum Scrubber" so as such he had one duty which was to each morning attempt to shampoo the slime, spicy urine, and other unidentifiable semi-fluids from the walls and carpet of the nickel booths. This was done using industrial solvents and cleaners that had been banned by the Center for Disease Control in the 1930s when a prominent chain of old restaurants was found to have been spraying the chemicals into the exposed asbestos in their kitchens in order to eradicate the giant vermin that were immune to all other poisons.

It was a futile and ultimately unfulfilling job but Boots did it as well as could be hoped. And Rain was proud.

The End.

hahahahah

LJ

3 Years. Kinda snuck up on me a little.

I joined thecage on September 9, 2019 which makes today my 3 year anniversary! I've been trying to remember it all...

I've crossed paths with a lot of nutty people along the way, some of whom have gone on to become friends outside this site, including one incredible person in particular who means so much to me because she changed my life. Of course I mean my very own precious sub, my dirty whore, my most prized possession, ButterfliesAndCuffs. I Love you.

I've heard of this thing called "math" but we don't speak the same language and unfortunately that makes communication between us difficult. If I could understand it better I might be able to total how many blog and forum posts I've written; how many comments I've made on those written by other members. Probably something close to... a whole bunch. After all, 3 years is a long time, plus I use both hands and most of my fingers to type so that seems a fair estimate.
In that time I've given a lot of advice, solicited and otherwise, for better or worse. I've told a lot of truly hilarious jokes, written a few unforgivably awful poems, composed a couple original songs, participated in some interesting challenges, and gotten in several heated arguments. Sometimes I was even right.

These are things that we've all done, or could all do, and I'm very happy to have done them here with a group of weirdos like myself. But we each take our own separate journeys too, and likewise I've taken mine. Along the way I've learned a lot more about who I am.

For example, in my teens I had never even heard the word "fetish" but by my early 20s I had already learned that "watersports" was one of mine. Over the next 20 years I discovered new urges like bondage and impact and S/m, and it was then that I began to feel increasingly dominant in my relationships. But it wasn't until around 5 years ago that I learned there are dedicated websites and things called "Doms." Until then I had always thought I was the only one who regularly felt and acted that way.
(Ironically, it turned out that the person who introduced me to my first BDSM website was someone I was briefly involved with who, I later learned, was what was referred to as a masochist slave. I didn't know she identified as such, I just knew she liked being treated in particular ways. I thought she, like myself, had her own unconventional urges.)

Just as with each of my initial exposures to different kinks, interacting with my people here and within the broader BDSM community further showed me that I was never the only one who felt those strange urges, or who had unconventional relationships, and it has helped me better clarify why I do my thing, and why I feel more like 'me' in a place like this than I do out in the "real world."

So here's to 3 years, to this community of ours, to all the fun, weird shit we get up to. And to all of us.
Thanks
LJ