I Was Speechless About the Feeling

Melissa let me out for a brief period recently. She stroked me until I was fully extended and asked if it felt nice to be hard once more. Oh, wow, did it feel good! Being able to stretch out a little…I remember thanking her repeatedly for that opportunity. It is so rare these days to have just that much freedom with me alone. I really loved being free. But then, when the time came to go back into confinement, I was overjoyed. Melissa wondered why I seemed happy about it since I enjoyed my freedom so much. I couldn’t quite put it into words clearly. But I do know that moment right before re-entering the device is truly thrilling…with the opening of the cage positioned right at the head of my penis. And it feels wonderfully satisfying when I finally calm down enough to slide myself back into the cool steel. I have to manipulate my skin a bit, pulling and tugging here and there, until the cage sits correctly for locking. Then, there I am again. Locked up for an unknown duration. Everything feels right. The weight. The control. I thanked her for keeping me secured. How do you all describe it? How being free feels good, but perhaps just as well—or even better—to be locked? Michael