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- Jan 1970
I picked up my jailbird cage a few months back, but since I hadn’t seen Lady for quite that long, it only got worn occasionally. It seemed to fit well enough when just put on, though an hour of wear wasn’t enough to judge how it would hold up over several days. Immediately, I found aligning the holes so the padlock could slide through was difficult. Getting the pin into its tube was also a huge effort; I had to twist and move back and forth repeatedly before finally seating it properly. Once in, lining up those two holes became another task entirely.
Lady keeps me shaved, but having been away from her for months, I figured shaving would help things go smoother. Recently, when I returned to Lady and she wanted my cage secured, I had just shaved. Yet, as I tried to put it on again, the tube and its inner pin were too awkwardly shaped to join easily—I couldn’t get the pin into the tube at all. Then, even with that resolved, lining up the holes for the padlock proved difficult. There was pubic hair there which provided some sliding surface, whereas naked skin creates more friction. Even with hair present, fitting it properly felt like a struggle.
Being somewhat handy, I took the cage to my garage and used a grinding wheel on the pin to reduce its diameter slightly. After a few minutes of work, I had a better-sized pin, though aligning those holes exactly for the padlock was still tricky. I drilled them out wider and sanded down any rough spots with emery cloth. Eventually, the pin slid into the tube without binding.
I still find myself needing to pull or push the pin slightly to get the hole aligned correctly, but now that the opening is larger and doesn’t bind against the pin, it works nicely once fiddled with a bit. I’ve decided Lady will insert the padlock through these holes herself; it’s easier for her than me managing three hands.
Other than those mechanical quirks, I’m very happy with my jailbird cage. The first night in, friction from the ring encircling my testicles caused quite a bit of pain as they tried to rotate. Smearing polysporin on my balls where the ring sat helped fix that issue. Today, I used less polish and after about six hours, soreness returned due to friction. When I got home, I coated my balls with Vaseline—ahhh, what relief! No pain now, just that reassuring sense of containment.
The only downside is removing the Vaseline; I need a mechanics hand cleaner to get it off, which isn’t an issue since I have some on hand, but I wonder if there’s something cheaper and water-soluble available.
I am content and seriously considering giving myself entirely to my Queen. By this, I mean allowing her to capture videos, photos, and audio of me in humiliating scenarios that would normally be private. She gets the emails and addresses of everyone who shouldn’t see proof of my sissy existence, along with written instructions she can use against me whenever she pleases. Essentially, using it as a tool for micromanagement—making her lifelong slave.
I think I’m ready.