I am doing a multiple hour long session of confinement, spending the night locked up in a cage. I will be locked in for the entire duration, and cannot leave my cage. After the lock clicks shut, I am in for good. I will have dedicated phone time to respond to messages, and will probably find other ways to keep myself busy.

Let's get a few of the most common questions out of the way. Yes I will be naked. Yes I have a backup key. I will be wearing a collar with a chain around my neck. Depending on how things go tonight, I may spend some time in handcuffs. If I need to use the bathroom, I will either use a bucket or a portable camping toilet that I have stored under the bed.

This time I am pre making a few meals to have throughout the day. For dinner, I have prepared a meal fitting for my station, consisting of boiled chicken, cabbage, carrots, and a small dash of almond milk that I have blended into a gruel. It's sitting in a covered bowl in an icebox next to my cage, so it will be served cold. Breakfast consists of scrambled eggs and plain toast mixed together with cold water. I will not be fed lunch, because part of my suffering comes from feeling like I'm being starved.

My custom cage is built from iron fencing material. The cage is five feet wide, seven feet long, and five feet tall. I can lay out flat, have some room to pace around, but cannot stand up all the way straight. The door is secured with a padlock. The floor is carpeted. Inside my cage, I have a toddler sized bed to sleep on. It has a fitted sheet, and a thin blanket. I have to curl up to be comfortable on it.

That moment, when the lock closes the door behind me, is a moment of genuine excitement and delight for me. I enjoy the certainty of being locked in; my mind focuses on my own existence, and I am instantly relaxed. This body, which I can touch and feel, is what I am, and for a few hours, it is, I am, not going anywhere. Even though I made the cage, I like to think that the cage is made for me and I was made for a cage like this. Sometimes I get lost in the fantasy and I get overwhelmed with emotions, and either throw a temper tantrum, or completely lose myself sobbing. After those feelings wash over me I am left feeling so cathartic, it feels sooo good.

I love captivity. I have been working toward living out this fantasy and having taken some advice from various sources, I'm really happy with a set up I am comfortable with. Part of my kink is getting messages from strangers who are aware of my confinement, and answering their questions or otherwise just getting to know them.

I also have come to learn I have a real kink for degradation and objectification. Something I really enjoy is being renamed - so if you decide you want to chat with me, I may ask that you help pick out a new name to call me. It helps keep me in my submissive headspace, and reinforces that my identity is not mine to control. Do not hesitate to remind me of my place.