chapter 4 - locked in

Thursday afternoon and I am finishing up my day and realizing the new reality I am literally locked into. Today is day three of panty wearing and being locked up in the chastity cage I had been asking for. Each day has been a longer and longer experience as I get more used to and comfortable with it. It is honestly the most thrilling and frustrating experience all at once. It is hard not to get excited and turned on every time Danielle comes into my office delivering more food. Having no room in a cage makes getting excited a very painful few moments. Needless to say I am quickly learning, or my body is, that physically getting excited is not an option anymore. Tonight will be my first overnight experience and from what I have read it is going to be a torturous night.

Being locked up also means that being intimate is also now different. No slow going into this one, this is just how it is now. Danielle and I came to terms long ago that my below average manhood, I am about 4 1/2 inches fully erect, doesn't satisfy her. "Imagine how sad it is going to be once I'm past 260" I joked. "I know, It's already pathetic as it is" she insulted back at me, knowing I love the humiliation. It has been a few years now of Danielle taking care of herself with her toys and then reluctantly letting me get what I need. As I was instructed my first day in my cage, "you can watch me but you're not getting anything after" is my new reality. "You might as well go buy me a strap-on, because that is the only way you are getting it now" she giggled as I watched her work herself into bliss.

The process has been methodical and much more planned out then I had expected and the results are quick to show. Every morning is a huge breakfast to kick off the day, lots of desert and alcohol in the evening to add in the empty calories. "Let's go to Dunkin Donuts" Danielle requested Wednesday morning. This meant another 2,000 calories of donuts for breakfast. Lunch was 1/4 gallon of ice cream getting in another 1000 calories. At dinner time all I heard was the "Here you go Honey", as I was handed my plate of fattening pasta with creamy white sauce. When I went into the fridge I caught eye of the last bit of cheese cake from the day before. As I pulled it out Danielle walked behind me and grabbed onto my belly. "Good boy." she exclaimed. That was all I need to know I was finishing it off. Adding that to my alcoholic drinks got me pretty close if not over my 5,000 calories quota for the day.

As today started Danielle again brought me in my breakfast, this time an assortment of homemade muffins. As I was getting ready for lunch I heard the sound I have been craving. The blender started humming. Finally!!! A minute later Danielle appears and hands me 24 ozs of the cake batter and heavy cream creation I have been craving. "It's raspberry cheesecake. Let me know how you like it." she said as she handed me the container. Before she was up the stairs I had finished it off. I instantly felt the swelling in my stomach. It was such an amazing feeling. Less then an hour later I made my way to the kitchen and noticed a second shake in the fridge. I grabbed it, thinking about how I am ruing my body so quickly. Turning around I noticed Danielle walking by. "Wow, number two?" she asked.

"They're good but they need more cream. I want them thicker."

Danielle grinned at me. "I can do more cream TOMORROW."

So as I finish off my day I know what awaits me....more empty calories this evening, night time torture through humiliating me and turning me on knowing I can't do anything about as she is holding the key to my new caged life and then a morning filled with more stuffing and more stuffing from my increasingly dominant feeder.