I felt like finally using the diaper while in your presence was a victory. I know it wasn’t while actually in the cage. I think the combination of being teased in the chastity device and laying down made it hard to release. The second I was standing up and moving around all the cramps I had just gave way. It was enough that every subsequent time I used it the rest of the day it caused some leaking. By the time I was permitted to remove it at 8pm, it was very heavy, very wet, and most definitely full.
While that was a small victory, it was the progression in the cage that left the biggest mark on me this week. It began and progressed as just another “review”. Everything was going exactly as it had the week before down to the smallest detail until about the 15-20 minutes I was in the cage. Without sight or the ability to hear I can only describe it as an extra restraint that held my midsection in place. Instead of being able to move my hips and possibly help release my cramping into the diaper, I was now immobile and just had to suffer while the cramping increased. The desire and absolute need to relieve my bladder into the diaper existed but I couldn’t do anything but moan. I could hear the faint sound of your laughter; thus, I knew I was serving my purpose. My suffering was bringing you joy. Not only was I straining in my chastity cage, but the diaper provided so much of a padded barrier between that piece of flesh and your touch that there was no way enough stimulation could be provided for me to make that kind of little mess. I had no way to manipulate m bladder so I could use the diaper, and the pain from the cramps. The combination of all of those things caused my body to convulse and squirm in ways I couldn’t control. I’m almost positive if I had been able to have an orgasm at that moment, I would have released to biggest moan ever, but the chastity device did its job.
When the cage opened and you ordered me out, all I wanted to do was crawl to your feet and stay there. When you removed the gag and immediately replaced it by having me keep the chain from the nipple clamps in my mouth, it just put the cherry on top for the day. The level of subspace I had reached was a new one, and it still hasn’t worn off. The craving for orgasm has reached a brand new high, but I know you want to hear the moan when it finally happens. You will make sure that moan will make you as happy as it will make me.
I still don’t know what the endgame is to this conditioning process. I don’t even have a good, educated guess at this point. I’ve reached the point where I’ve decided to just let go and enjoy the ride. I don’t know the final destination, but I’m positive the ride there will be absolutely thrilling.
