Hi guys. Long time redditor here, new throwaway because this can't be linked to my main account.

TL;DR: I've head others call it, "black fucking magic" and they're not wrong. I imagine its a little different for everybody, but for me, it's straight up spellbinding. The intense emotion, whatever it's name is; the yearning it causes, holy shit. I'm hooked. Is this unique, or if not, why hasn't anybody explained it yet?

To me, my cage does something I can't explain. It straight-up spellbinds me to her happiness. I hate doing laundry, but I will almost skip to the laundry room to move the load from the washer to the dryer with it on. Folding a family of four's laundry for the feedback I get when she gets home from work (I work from home and have a fair amount of free-time) is fucking bliss. Especially when she comes home and thanks me. I'm like a fucking puppy, and I don't have a praise kink...although I'm probably going to see if I can pick one up so that I can be ready to melt for her if she ever decides to call me a, "good boy."

Everybody kinks a little differently, and we both recognize that she enjoys penetrative sex too much--and strongly prefers the real thing too much for us to have long periods of denial. And for me, the magic builds up to overwhelming levels in just a few hours anyway so I can freely take it off when I need to because I strongly desire to have it on.

I told her last night, after doing literally all the housework before she got home for the day, for the 5th day in a row..."Look, I don't know how it fucking works, or why. But I don't really care, and neither should you. Are you enjoying this? Unlimited backrubs? Full body massages? All the quality time you've ever wanted? The cards? The flowers? Don't you want to keep that going?"

And then she fucked me as a reward. I'm so fucking pussy whipped and this device is sorcery. Is it this way for anybody else?