I noticed a few things about this week’s conditioning session. First, my hands were noticeably raised away from my body. There was no way to manipulate them at all to touch any part of myself. This left it so the only physical stimulation I got had to come from you. Otherwise, I was just an almost totally motionless toy just waiting in the cage to be played with. Really only the bottom of my feel making contact with the bottom of the cage was my only option at having any possible act of control over my body.
A second thing I noticed was the restraining bar on the lower half of my body was placed right across where the ring around the chastity cage is. I’m not sure if you did that on purpose, but as soon as I felt that, it made me hope you would use that placement to tease me since I had no control. It also completely kept my hips pinned, so any sensation I felt kept those very hips from bucking no matter how much they wanted to. I felt a little bit of the feather teasing at the very beginning of my time in the cage, but nothing beyond that.
The nipple clamps did their job as usual. At the very beginning it felt like they were only very loosely attached, but it wasn’t long at all until that pain became very intense. My tolerance for them seems to be getting shorter instead of longer when they are just left in place instead of tugged on by you or massaged by me while they are on. They definitely force me to focus on your voice just to keep my mind off the pain. The second you take them off is so painful but is followed by such relief.
Outside of our session the corset being locked on again has started to have a kind of psychological effect. Seeing myself in danielle’s body 24/7 has me feeling more and more like a girl. When I wasn’t locked in and was able to remove it from time to time, I wouldn’t notice myself in mirrors so much. Now, whenever I walk by anything that shows my reflection it’s impossible to not notice how my midsection is sculpted, my posture is straighter, my shoulders are back and chest is out, and my walk has my hips swaying and looking very feminine. I’m hoping it’s not looking too obvious to everyone I encounter, but I suspect they notice.
It’s begun to get cooler, so the vest and tie is no longer worn as it’s too cold in the morning, so maybe that figure is covered a bit to strangers by my layers of clothes, but I still feel it and notice. I guess that’s all that matters though. You have taken away almost all signs of masculinity from me. There is only a small thread for me to hand onto as I get closer and closer to a full year locked under your thumb. The only masculine thing I still feel is that craving for the release of orgasm. Even then the craving is stemmed by knowing that it will result in sleepless nights, but those times you allow it now to feel so good that I almost cry with gratitude and just want to serve you even more. I guess this means the conditioning is working. Or maybe it means the conditioning is almost complete.
