A deal was a deal. She wanted them to have a baby, so he was allowed to cum in her for the days around her pregnancy. Of course she made him ruin them all, in her, pushing in and staying deep as he jetted his seed in her fertile womb.

But he was caged the rest of the month, and when she did finally get pregnant, he’d share the experience, not being let out, until the baby arrived. 

Much to her delight, she got pregnant the first time they tried! Congratulations to the happy couple!


Day 60

I can’t believe how hard I am inside this tiny cage. I can’t believe I’m ten days from smashing through last year’s record.

I can’t believe she’s talking about moving the goalposts or expectation. That tease and denial is to be my pleasure. That the intense edges are what I should expect as gifts. Orgasms aren’t being discussed except as a mental break from this daily insanity.

I’ve checked my journal entries. I have had a journal entry for nearly each day over the last two months. She’s been keeping me completely enthralled.

I’ve gotten lots of ruined orgasms. Now she’s counting the drops. “Just one drop.” “But you came. You spilled four or five drops”

She calls any spurt an orgasm. Even if I’m completely untouched during them.

I’m going insane in this Contender cage. I feel no pain but it is gripping me fiercely.

I’m a mess of precum.

I love her. I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to crash.

I should be glad to be locked most of the time and edged nearly every day. And I am. But

Damn. This is difficult.

Gosh, impressive!