T'was beauty that caged the beast - my chastity journey

Day 21 - Spring is near, the flowers are blooming

Day by day, much to my pleasure or chagrin, my wonderful loving wife is beginning to bloom into a delightful dom and sadist. Almost as much as I'm blooming into a very submissive pain slut.

Her favorite move right now is to ambush me in the kitchen while I'm cleaning. I'm always in the nude while cleaning the kitchen, as there is no need for a robe as the kitchen windows face the back of the house. I also have occasionally gotten water on my clothing while cleaning, and I don't want to get my robe dirty. It seems almost every day while I'm cleaning the kitchen during the day, I'm being ambushed. She appears out of nowhere it seems and delights in pulling my nipples, swatting me, or using a kitchen implement on my ass. I'm not complaining, I love every minute of it. I think me cleaning turns her on as I have always avoided kitchen work. Now I do it without prompting and jump to do it if I see her starting to do it.

I don't get orders, I get requests. However, where before when she's asked me to do things I've almost immediately jumped to an excuse. Now I just do as she asks without complaint. She isn't a commanding person, but I see this perhaps changing as she seems to be getting into this role more and more.

Nights have been rough of late. I've never subscribed to the "my balls are full", "blue balls" feeling. I can say I've never felt such a thing, until now. Mostly because I have always kept them empty either by masturbation or initiating sex with the wife. Since I am now denied either of those avenues, it seems to get worse day by day. Yesterday, I even found about a 1/2 teaspoon of what was clearly cum leaking out of my cage. I greedily ate it up, but I wasn't even in an excited state. My chastity tears had been drying up, but now they're back and even worse. I'm constantly drenched. Which brings me to the next part.

My wife has said that I have been whimpering in my sleep and have been obviously toying with my cage. She says that I've been in full sleep and she's pulled back the blankets to see me fondling my cage. Last night, I think it annoyed her a bit. I was drifting in and out of sleep when suddenly the blankets were pulled back and she started slapping my balls quite roughly and speaking with each hit "Quit..whimpering..you..deserve..this..as..you've..been..a..bad..boy..and..you're..finally..out..of..you're..bad..boy..coma..and..you're..never..cumming..again." Her mouth, tongue, and teeth start attacking my nipple, and her slaps turn to massaging my aching balls. I'm immediately a moaning drippy mess. "They're just so tender right now" I offer as explanation. And with that, she's gone and rolled over onto her side, back facing me.

I cuddle up next to her, and my eyes begin to tear. Not from the pain, but because I feel I've bothered her during sleep, and that I'm coming to the realization I may never experience a full orgasm again. She has never given me a date of unlocking or release. I have been permitted out for cleaning and for waxing, but she was pretty strict on making sure there was no funny business.

Another new thing with cuddling and touching her in general. No rules have been given, but it appears I have been forbidden to touch her skin between her neck and knees on the front of her body with my hands without permission. This may require more experimentation, but I've found that anytime I try, I get slapped away. The other day she was sitting on the couch next to me after her bath in a towel. She suddenly opened the towel. After a few minutes I went to touch her, and she sent me a disapproving look. "May I touch you here" I asked, indicating her breasts. "Yes you may," she replied. She doesn't seem to do this when I touch her lower back, shoulders, or feet as she loves those massaged. When I cuddled her after getting my balls slapped, I touched her thigh, but my hand was immediately removed. Not a lot of fire in this area, but plenty of smoke.

And regarding releases or orgasms for me, we've never negotiated planned releases or orgasms for me. She keeps indicating that I'm never getting out and never having another orgasm again. She has ruined me a few times. I really am beginning to fear a regular orgasm may never happen for me again. I would really love her to put the Lovense Hush 2 into my ass as I kneel before her with my head in her lap as the pleasure to my prostate drains me dry. All without an orgasm. I have been dreaming of this scenario. But I dare not ask. I know I am not permitted to suggest anything in regards to release. She's even threatened giving up this lifestyle change if I suggest again.

So as signs of Spring begin to appear, two entwined flowers begin to bloom in new directions. Both seem to be blooming much better in their new state. I look forward to seeing how they both grow.

 

Certainly.

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However, you can unlock with codes from anywhere, just if you want to use the app to unlock (rather than a code), you may or may not require the gateway.

 

Day 23 - Punishment is a Cure for Whimpering

Apparently, my wife has found a cure for my whimpering during sleep. Although she still says she catches my fondling my balls and my cage in my sleep. She's begun to ramp up the punishments during the day, which for some odd reason has stomped my nightly whimpering (as per her).

Her favorite one that I've already mentioned is the kitchen ambush. I get punished with a wooden spoon while I'm cleaning the kitchen, and she really likes the dance I do as she lays on the strokes. Yesterday, she took a nap in the middle of the day, and I took the opportunity to get the kitchen cleaned up without a punishment. I was quite happy with myself honestly.

However, we were watching TV later in the day, and something seemed to set her off.

"Into the bedroom, NOW!" she ordered. Personally, I think it was the fact that she realized that the kitchen was cleaned and I had escaped punishment. I literally can't think of anything else that would warrant her sudden anger. Or perhaps, she just felt she wanted to punish me.

I walked into the bedroom, and she sat on the chest at the end of the bed.

"Get over here, " she ordered. She did something unexpected and unlocked my cage with the key around her neck. She started tapping my balls until my penis started pushing the cage away. She seemed to get tired of waiting and peeled the cage away. I was now uncaged with the ring still in place.

"Get my wand and something to beat you with from the chest, " she ordered. I was given the key to the cabinet, opened it. I retrieved her wand. The broken riding crop was on top, and I put it on the bed while I went searching for the flogger.

"The crop is good," she said, noting I was searching for the flogger. She knows how much the crop stings. "Remove your robe", she demanded. I let it slip to the floor. "On the chest," she then commanded. I kneeled on the chest at the end of the bed and placed my hands on the rail. Previous instructions have indicated that once my hands are on the rail if I am unbound that I am not to remove them without permission.

She immediately went to work with the crop. The hits from the spoon over the last few days were still there, making the crop especially painful. My cock immediately began to grow and stiffen, seeming to enjoy the freedom. She left the room, but I stayed where I was. She came back in a few minutes and placed a towel on the chest between my knees. Internally, I was confused. This means she expects me to cum, but I had no indication that I would be uncaged and allowed any sort of release.

"You have 30 seconds to release," she said, turning on the wand and putting it between my legs. The head of my cock laying on top of the end. The pleasure was immense after weeks of no release. As I started to moan, she went to work with the crop again, pulling me back from any potential release. I don't know how long it was, but I was getting close.

"May I have permission to cum," I begged, getting close to the edge. "Yes," she replied. The crop intensified, but the wand on the tip of my cock was impossible to ignore at this point. I saw the edge, it was right there. And then it was gone.

"You're wasting my time, I'm done with you." She shut off the wand, tossed it onto the bed, and left the room. I begged her to continue to no avail. I looked down at my erect cock, now bobbing up and down seeking further attention. I tried squeezing my sphincter desperate to at least get a ruin. Nothing, the edge may have been a light year away, the urge was fading as quickly as it came on. I was still kneeling there, as I was not given permission to move. I wanted to finish myself, but I dare not remove my hands from the rail. She came back in and told me to stand, my erect cock still bobbing for attention. She grabbed the cage off the bed, and began pushing my cock back into it.

"No, please no", I began sobbing and begging. This was the first time I had begged to not be caged. I'm presently in the Kink3D Baby, so it was taking her some effort to get me back into it. My pleas continued, "please no, let me finish". She said nothing. I realized this wasn't happening, so I reached down to prevent my foreskin from getting pinched into the alignment tabs on the cage. A torment that is more terrible than anything else I can think of. The cage finally met the ring, and the lock was slipped in. "Please, I'll do anything". My cries fell on deaf ears as the lock rotated, and she removed the key.

She got up and as she left the room told me to get the room cleaned up. I was full on sobbing in frustration. I did as I was instructed, relocked the toy chest, and returned the keys. I put on my robe, as the living room shades were open. She was sitting on the couch. I knelt before her and put my head in her lap. I was still sobbing.

Even though I got nothing but torment, I began thanking her. She rubbed my head while I stay there for a few minutes. "If you continue to be a good boy, someday you may get a release, she said. The doorbell rang, it was an Amazon driver, who had full visibility into me kneeling before my wife in nothing but a robe. He couldn't see anything, but my wife laughed.

I really didn't care. And oddly enough, these continued torments seem to have helped with my nighttime restlessness and whimpering.

 

Instruments of my torture.

 

Day 25 - I believe I am now a completely broken submissive.

The events in this entry take place over the last few days. It's a bit hard for me to write actually. I think my view on things have been completely shattered at this point, and I'm really starting to see things differently.

If you haven't read my post on day 23, the events of that actually took place the day before.

On day 23 after I posted that, our new riding crop arrived along with a new flogger. These have been custom made, use real leather, and are not the toys we've had previously. I showed them to the wife, and she enjoyed the feel of them. I was instructed to lock them in the cabinet, and did so.

Later in that day, a repeat of what happened the day before occurred. I was ordered into the bedroom seemingly out of nowhere. I was told to get the wand and the new crop, and was unlocked. My ring was still in place. I was told to resume my position on the bench at the end of the bed and not to remove my hands from the end rail. This was familiar. The wife began assaulting my ass again, and I thought for sure I was not getting an orgasm again. She traded the wand on the head of my firmly erect cock and whipping me with the crop. Then she started doing them together.

The crop was keeping me from experiencing the pleasure I so much wanted, but the wand was not to be denied. I asked for permission to cum, and was told "yes". However, I found it difficult to get over the edge. Every time I was within a second of cumming, the crop would land more forcefully on my tortured ass. I kept telling her I was going to cum, but it had yet to happen. This was a very frustrating edging. As I was getting closer to the edge and being pulled back, that it felt like my orgasm was building in my spine. I have known from previous experience that this usually leads to me ejaculating forcefully and shooting several feet. As the torment continued, I was for sure I would make the headboard from the base of the bed. I warned her, "I'm going to make a terrible mess".

"I'm waiting," she replied snarkily. I was hoping and preying it would not repeat yesterday where she had gotten angry and stopped, telling me I was wasting her time. I was only given 30 seconds then, and no time limit was mentioned this time. I desperately wanted to touch my cock and balls to help along, but I dare not remove my hands from the rail even though I was not bound.

I was nearly shouting in lust, desire, and pain at this point. "Be quiet" she ordered, and I did my best to muffle my cries.

It finally had arrived, the crop was keeping me from going over for the longest time, but as I said, the wand on the sensitive underside of my cock was going to be the winner.

"I'm cumming" I yelled I looked down, and she moved the wand to the tip of my cock. The first shot which I saw destined for the headboard hit the wand and landed on the blanket covering the bench. The second followed suit.

The crop hits had stopped I realized before I went over, and she now grabbed my cock with the hand that had been holding the crop and pushed the head of the wand over my hole and pushed harder. Her thumb moved the button to high.

I began yelling as I continued to cum against the wand. It was being blocked, but my cum now covered the head of the wand. She continued to hold it there until it passed into pain from the sensitivity.

"I told you be quiet", she remarked, continuing the post orgasm torture. I was squirming trying to get away, but could not. She kept a firm hold on my cock and I dare not move my hands. Then it happened. I started tearing up. After what seemed like an eternity, she turned off the wand and dropped in on the bench.

"Collect yourself and clean up this mess" she ordered and left the room.

I was crying, sobbing, and I knelt over the rail. This was far worse than a ruined orgasm.
I had a pounding headache and I had felt no real pleasure from this, and I'm not sure why. I was able to get to my feet and cleaned up. I put the blanket in the wash, cleaned the wand, and put the toys away. I went to tell her I was finished, and was instructed to a bath and to clean myself and the cage thoroughly and then come see her when I was ready to be locked again.

I drew the bath and slid into the water. I removed the ring and washed the ring and my cage and let myself sit in the soaking water. Then the PNC hit me like a brick wall.

You don't want this. Tell her this was a mistake. You don't want this dynamic anymore. Let's just go watch porn and masturbate. You don't want to get beaten while having orgasms. Sleeping with a cage is too much. Give it up, you don't want this.

I was full on crying at this point. I took a sponge and began washing and inspecting myself. I was hoping for something on my penis or scrotum so that I could tell her I needed to remain uncaged. I found nothing. My head was still pounding.

When I finished, I pulled the plug and let the tub drain. I forced the ring onto myself. I got out and dried off, then forced myself into the cage. Holding it in place, I then went into the living room and she inserted the lock and secured it.

I felt terrible. Ill even. My ass was on fire, my head was pounding. I laid on the couch and drifted into a nap. My wife ignored me for the most part at this point.

I kind of was on autopilot the rest of the day. I did my normal chores then we eventually went to bed. I was hoping I'd feel better in the morning.

The following day, things were going through my mind. My wife had always maintained that she was a novice at this and was learning as she was going. Had she been reading some material on the side without telling me? She had given me an uncaged orgasm that I had derived no pleasure in, and I hated with every fiber of my being. I never want another orgasm like that in my life again ever. Fighting through the pain to get it, being denied the full ejaculation and leading into post orgasm torture was honestly one of the roughest sexual experience I've ever had.

The no after care also had me wondering. Did she want me to hate that? She never even spoke to me unless necessary the rest of that day. However, in the morning, firmly locked in my cage, she was affectionate as ever.

I honestly caught myself saying to myself, "I never want to be unlocked again, and I never want another uncaged orgasm - ever. Particularly if that's what awaits."

The next day she was overly kind. When I was cleaning the kitchen that morning, I was fully expecting the spoon. Instead I got pictures and was told to post them. I got nothing but kindness the rest of the day.

Later in the day, I helped her starting to put up Easter decorations. I made a snarky, smart ass comment true to my original uncaged self. I was shot a very mean look. "You best be on your best behavior, your old behavior will no longer be tolerated." I immediately apologized and she went back to her pleasant self.

At that moment I realized. I was broken. My old life is gone, there is only this new one. I no longer desired release of any kind. I would do whatever she commanded.

In a matter of weeks, she went from a tentative self proclaimed novice to strict authoritarian. I really wonder if this was in her all the time, or if she is being coached. I really have no idea, and I do not want to ask. I am her willing servant at this point and will do anything she desires.

 

Day 27 - A few days of service and reflection

After the events that happened in my last post, my Mistress definitely saw a change in my mental state. Later in the evening the day after, she asked me to relate what I was feeling. I did my best to explain that I only want to focus on her desires and needs and that my desire is to only service her going forward. I now wanted to stop focusing on any thoughts of my physical pleasure going forward.

The last few days have only seem to reiterate that. I have spent the last few days doing tasks in service to her. I've done tasks I normally avoid, and I have done what I could to make her feel loved and appreciated, including massages without prompting.

Last night, she climbed into bed nude and beckoned me into her arms. I was allowed skin on skin cuddle time. A few minutes in, she rolled onto her side and asked for a full shoulder and back massage which I happily obliged.

When she felt sated, I was allowed back into the cuddle position. I was allowed to kiss her breasts, and suckle on her for a short period. I just felt so vulnerable that I felt the need to suckle at her breasts, even though she has not lactated in many years. A covered her upper body with kisses, and then she raised her arm to expose her armpit. This is a signal that I would be allowed to worship her there, which she knows I am fond of. I nestled my nose into her curls there (yes, she no longer shaves), and inhaled her scent. I planted kisses into her crevices there and then returned to the cuddle position. She caressed my head for a few minutes.

Then she instructed me to "roll over and go to sleep" which is really just a signal to disengage and go to sleep.

I'm nearing the 30 days mark since being caged 24/7 and the start of this dynamic. I know for some, that seems like nothing. I've seen many posts from people who have been caged years.

This shift in our dynamic has meant the world to me. I feel I am doing better now than I ever have, and I am not just focused on my physical pleasure anymore. The chastity cage that has become a part of me has just helped put me in the place where I think I always wanted to be. Living a life of service to the woman I adore.

 

Day 31 - Where have I been?

Day 30 has come and gone. I have been locked 24/7 in chastity and my posts have been more sparse. Where have I been? I've been undergoing sub training. During training, my Mistress has forbidden me to post until she wishes to use it as a reward. She told me last night that I was free to post this morning, as I have even been doing well. I was even allowed a caged orgasm last night.

Over the last few days, I have been allowed no clothing of any kind, and Mistress has guided me on some rituals I must follow daily. These include household chores which I now do nearly all of them, a daily grooming ritual I must follow to a T, and bathing her when desired which includes shaving her legs, washing her body, and assisting her out of the tub. Some of these were initially rough, as I did them incorrectly and required correction. She has also instructed me to follow hand signals as well.

On Day 29, my Mistress provided me with a collar, and I was overjoyed. However, less than 24 hours later on day 30, she took it back as I was disrespectful and was told I don't deserve to serve her. That really hurt me emotionally when she took it back and chastised me, so I have been on my best behavior since then.

I still have my job that I work from home, but the moment I am free of work, I must kneel at her feet with my head in her lap until she releases me. I then, depending on her desires, be instructed to chores, devotions to her, or other tasks as she fits.

In public, I must walk behind her on her right at least one step. My arms must be behind me, and I am not to speak unless directed. She has tested this several times when we went shopping. She directed me to place things in the cart, and where in my prior life I would make comments on purchases she would make "I can get that cheaper on Amazon", "I don't think we need that", I no longer am allowed to do that. I did break this once when we were shopping, as I misread a label on a food item she desired. I was firm in telling her that the two objects she was comparing were not the same. She gave me the hand signal in the store to pay attention and silence until I am allowed to speak. I spent the rest of our trip making not a peep.

I now open every door when I can, sometimes she does it on her own. It leaves me often feeling like I missed an opportunity to serve, so I am always trying to get ahead of her to the door.

Mistress says I have a special treat today, and we will be leaving the house for it. I'm so excited, as I have no idea what it will be. Initially when she told me about this treat the day of my collaring, she told me that I would be wearing it in public today. So I'm not sure where we're going where she would allow the collar in public. It is 100% a sub collar. It's leather with pink accents, and has "Willingly Caged" embossed on it. However, I have not yet earned it back, but I'm hopeful. The collar sits on my dresser on the top, taunting me. This morning when I woke, I found a leather leash next to the collar. I was not given permission to put it back on, but I'm interested to see if I will be collared today. I'm so excited, as I have no idea where we could be going where I would be collared AND leashed.

After so many years of focusing on my own wants and needs, this life seem so different than where I was a mere 30-60 days ago. When she started doing my break in chastity training in Jan, I had no idea it would lead me here.

As far as chastity goes, my cage has faded pretty much into the background for the most part. It is now a part of me. When I have been released for cleaning and inspection it feels wrong. Occasionally it will itch or pinch, specifically as I near my next waxing and my my hair is growing back, but it just is a nice reminder of my new life of service.

There have been some bad points along the way so far, where I have emotionally broken down. I also have not asked any more details about the forced orgasm I was given while being punished. I can just say that I have no desire to be unlocked for orgasm, and she seems to have no intention of allowing that again.

But I'm perfectly pleased in my new life and have no desire to return to the old one.

 

Here is an interesting thought. Now that I'm fully dedicated to this lifestyle and caged 24/7, I'm wondering when was the last time I actually touched my penis? I'm not sure I remember the time/date. My Mistress says I'm never going to touch it again, so knowing the last time I did interests me. Have to think on that for awhile.

 

So I do get uncaged, but they are supervised. I am either bound, or I am not permitted to touch. I have an aesthetician that does sugaring once a month. My Mistress accompanies me to that and unlocks me in the parking lot. I then go into the spa, and am locked the minute I come out.

 

Well, she is a former hair stylist and esthetician, so she has no problems going with me and chatting up with the person doing the sugaring while I'm having the procedure done. She's said that if she ever doesn't want to go, then she'll just cancel my appointments.

Also, the primary reason for the no touch rule is that the second day I was locked I used her Magic Wand on my cage to get an orgasm during her vacation. The toys are now under lock and key, and to prevent me from cheating, I am not longer allowed to touch my uncaged penis.

 

Day 60 - Officially been locked for 2 months

Yep, I'm still around. Yep, still locked.

A lot has been going on in the last 30 days. The surprise that Mistress took me to that I mentioned in my last post was that we attended the Bizarre Bazaar at APEX in Phoenix. We went there and I was collared and leashed the whole time while we walked around. My Mistress purchased several toys, and we witnessed an awesome caning demonstration. The following day, we attended a festival concert. I went caged, and let me just say that having to pee in a port-a-potty at a festival where I had to sit to pee was an experience I did not enjoy at all. I don't understand how females have dealt with this. I just felt gross afterwards, even though I tried to do the squat as I'm sure most females do. I couldn't wait to get home and slip into a hot bathtub.

The following day after the festival, I was told that I am no longer allowed to post until given permission. I'm not sure why she implemented that ban, as I was not told why. I suspect because she sensed that I enjoyed relating my tale, and she is restricting anything that gives me please. Some of it is I think she is worried that people will recognize who we are. I did slightly protest awhile ago that anyone that is reading my posts here and can deduce who we really are are on FetLife too. That reasoning earned me a paddling, as she believed I was not accepting of her decision.

My Mistress has also been suffering some minor health issues, so most of my time has been spent in devoted service and making sure she is getting better. She's doing better now, but was not really feeling up to dealing with being dom when she wasn't feeling well. I basically just continued my service and served her while she mended.

I spent some time visiting family. I had to travel caged, and was my first experience with the plastic locks on my cage. I had no concerns at the airport, but can relate that sitting in an uncomfortable seat for several hours didn't help much. And using the bathroom in airports is right up there with using them at festivals.

When I got back, my Mistress and I discussed my cage at great detail. I had been using a Kink3D Cobra, size 3 ring with the Baby standard cage. In short, it was beginning to cause issues. The finish on these cages is excellent, but the ring is not compatible with my anatomy long term. I had a vasectomy years ago, and have a varicocele from that procedure. After about 40 or so days, when I hadn't ejaculated in several weeks I was crawling out of my skin to get out of the cage. I talked to my Mistress and told her that I'd like to try switching the the Cherry Keeper line if she permits. The finish on those cages is not as polished as the Kink3D. You can order a smooth plastic cage, and get a product that may be smooth, but may not. We had tried Cherry Keeper cages during my break in period, and while I liked the fit of those devices, the finish was ultimately why we didn't go there. For my long term health, we went back to those cages, even though they aren't as smooth and polished as the Kink3D line. I'm in a wide oval ring 47x44 with a +8 angle. This is one of the things I like about Cherry Keeper, is that they have so many ring sizes you will definitely be able to find one that fits.

She allowed me to switch, and I tried several rings sizes over day 40-50, and finally settled on the one with the +8 angle. This increases the ball gap a bit, but I still can't escape it. It puts less pressure on my scrotum and doesn't squeeze my varicocele on the side. The cage I'm in is the short standard one, as we wanted to test the long term viability of the cage and want the most air flow and ability to clean. The cage also has the head lock feature, and I'm using the large head lock feature. This is a ring on the cage entrance that sits just behind the glans and keeps you in the cage.

In short, I love this new cage. I do wish it was a tad smoother, but it's like night and day. I don't have as many alignment issues when peeing, and night erections seem more easily abated as the headlock feature also helps keep them in check. The only downside is that if you get fully erect, it is possible for the headlock feature to put pressure on the urethra internally making it more difficult to pee. But walking a bit when that happens help abate that. So I'm now in a much more comfortable cage.

And now, that leads me to the last week.

Well, seems like things never change. My Mistress went on another short trip to visit some family as well. We stagger these trips because we have pets to take care of, and don't want to board them. She left about a week ago. When she left, she did two things.

First, she gave me permission to post status update once I get to day 60, since she would be gone for that anniversary.

Second, if you've been following me, you'll know that the last time she did leave, I got into the toys and gave myself 2 orgasms without permission while locked in the cage. For which I was required to put a lock on the nightstand with our toys, and also I was severely punished. As she was leaving for her trip, she dropped the keys to the nightstand toy cabinet on my nightstand. These are only the keys to the nightstand, and not the keys to my cage, which is still firmly locked on.

"Why are you putting these here?" I asked, "Shouldn't they be in the lock box?"

"This is a test, " was her reply. "I'm deliberately leaving these here to test how good a boy you'll be while I'm gone." She grabbed my nipple and pulled severely. "You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?" she asked as I winced.

"You're setting me up to fail," I replied through clenched teeth as she continue to twist my nipple as my cock began to grow in my cage from the attention.

"Perhaps. But be a good boy and all will be fine."

She is due home tomorrow. Let's just say, I have failed SPECTACULARLY. However, as she has set me up on purpose, I decided I'm going to be brat about it. Last time, I confessed when I broke the rules. This time, I'm going to deny to answer when she asks. We'll see how that goes tomorrow.

Of course, she has the link to this profile, and I'm not sure how often she checks it. So she may have my confession the moment I post this. However, I'm willing to accept consequences no matter what happens. Or at least, I think I am.