Encasement by Jack

Not a long post but since this slave’s version of brevity still far exceeds that of the limitations of the world of little blue birds, I’m using this space to make a quick recount of a revelation I had while soaking in the tub, watching a dick that doesn’t belong to me sway freely back and forth from its physical, flesh anchor point located between my legs that really are no longer mine either.

It’s cleaning night, which means the the shiny Steelwerks titanium comes off to soak in vinegar. In the past, this dick that I voluntarily gave to two men that I absolutely love and adore would spring to rock hard, glass shattering, pole vaulting excitement at the feel of the fresh air and the (however misguided) notion that a traditional orgasm would maybe possibly ensue. 

Fast forward through a pandemic and a few years, and the view now is quite different. The cage comes off as needed for a deep cleaning and any other reason Master and Daddy may find appropriate. This slave’s dick instantly misses the feeling of Master covering it. Safely protected inside of Master, is the new normal, the new life. It is just right for MY Master’s slave and the dick he carries around that isn’t truly his. This nakedness is bizarre.

The thought of a traditional orgasm is quite boring. The absence of security provided by my titanium encasement, is quite scary at times. I don’t feel whole without it, unless Master is beside me. I can’t wait for the cleaning to be done. To wrap my Master back around me and have his protection locked safely and securely around this dick. 

I feel my face grin as I think of this transformation. As the cleaning is almost done, the thought of my Master and his ownership encasing, protecting, and guarding against a traditional orgasm that he doesn’t want for me or his property, well fuck…that makes this slave dick stand tall with the same rock hard, glass shattering, pole vaulting excitement and service that MY Master deserves. Yeah, the kink is fun, the denial is fun, but this is more. 

And I’ll be damned, that the encasement that gives me so much freedom is quite the hassle to contain, once again.  

Thank you for owning every fucking part of me Master.  

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