lion and his weenie clone
Lion’s weenie is larger than his clone (much to his relief). We will try another casting to see if we can’t get closer. Meanwhile I have a minnie lion toy. Click the image for a larger, color view.

A while back I mentioned that Lion ordered a Clone A Willy kit. We finally tried it. It was easy enough to do. The instructions are great. Our problem seemed to be keeping Lion hard enough. I think we didn’t use a small enough cock ring. If we had then he could have maintained his erection without help. Too many things happen all at once. Mix this. Stir this. Pour this. It’s the one thing we thought we had planned out that didn’t quite work.

We did manage to make the mold and waited for it to cure. Two long hours later we mixed the silicone and poured it in. We were supposed to wait 24 hours to take it out of the mold, but we couldn’t wait. It was done anyway. I think they err on the side of caution and tell you to let it cure for 24 hours to make absolutely sure it is ready. What we got was an exact copy of my Lion’s weenie. I was impressed that it worked as well as it did. Lion is not impressed by the size. He kept apologizing. But I know that’s not how big he is. He may not be a porn star, but he’s bigger than the replica. We just need to try again with the extra kit. Next time we’ll make sure he’s as erect as he can be so we get an accurate representation of my favorite toy. For now we have a mini Lion to play with. When we redo it we’ll post more pictures.

If you’ve been wondering about it, it’s fairly easy to do. The clean-up is not as bad as I imagined. The mold compound reminds me of the whites of cooked eggs. We spilled a little on the kitchen floor and it just peeled right up. We used a stainless steel bowl to mix it in and it peeled out of the bowl too. We used a plastic cup to mix the silicone so we could just throw it away. We spilled only a little of it onto the counter and it was easy enough to wipe up. As the directions say, I wouldn’t recommend doing it in a carpeted area. I can imagine that being a nightmare to clean.

All in all, the most difficult part was keeping him erect for the entire performance. Ironically I think it’s because I’ve been making him wait for so long. Lion is anxious to try again right away. I think we should wait till after his 4th of July spectacular. My theory is based on the fact that after playing with him a lot last night, he couldn’t get hard again. I think his weenie is wondering what the point is. He gets all hard and ready for liftoff and then the mission is aborted. So he finally gives up. Poor weenie. After a confidence booster of an orgasm he will be ready for cloning action again. I just know it.

Saturday night Mrs. Lion unlocked me so that we could try our Clone-A-Willy kit. This kit says it will allow you to make a perfect silicone copy of your erection. I admit that I was intrigued by this idea. Mrs. Lion said she wanted it so I could see how it would feel to be fucked with my weenie. Given the size dildos she has used in my ass, I guess feeling my own, much smaller member will not be a big deal. For my part, I was curious what it would feel like to have a clone.

The process of cloning my weenie is fairly easy. First you mix an algenate batter that hardens to a flexible negative image of the object inside it. Your dentist uses this stuff to make castings of teeth. You know, that slimy tray of stuff you bite into. To prepare, I took a Cialis a couple of hours in advance. I wanted every advantage. Naked, I went into the kitchen. Mrs. Lion put a cock ring around the base of my penis (to help keep me hard) and then proceeded to make me hard. Once hard, we took the tube that the kit came in and measured along the tube a section that would be about the same length as my cock. We cut the rest of the tube away. We had our mold. Mrs. lion mixed up the molding compound while I maintained my erection. After mixing, she poured it into the tube and I put the tube over my cock and tried to keep it centered. To help me stay hard (you need to be in the tube for two full minutes), Mrs. Lion tickled my balls. I love that! When the two minutes were up, I felt inside to see if the gel had hardened. It had. So I gingerly removed the tube. I looked inside. It did indeed look like the imprint of my penis.

Next, Mrs. Lion mixed up the two-part silicone solution and we poured it into the mold. We set the mold aside. The directions say to leave the silicone in the mold 24 hours until it feels solid. About 14 hours later, it felt solid and we decided to unmold the silicone tribute to my mighty weenie. It came out with a bit of encouragement. It looked like my erection. They only thing was that it was short; about 4 1/2 inches long. I could tell that it was my full weenie since there was a good impression of the ring I had around the base of my penis. Mrs. Lion says I am longer than that and probably wasn’t fully hard when being cast. I hope so. She promised to unlock me later and take a picture of my two weenies, side by side. If it turns out that the clone is accurate, my ego will need some adjusting. Mrs. Lion assures me that she likes me just the way I am. I hope so. If I have just held reality in my hand and studied it up close (can’t do that with the one attached between my legs), my manhood has suffered a mighty blow.

Interestingly, Mrs. Lion has been referring to my penis as my/her weenie. She’s never called it “your mighty cock” or “Godzilla” or “Big Bob”, so with my clone on top of my dresser mocking me in its minnie me grandure, I have to agree that weenie is the correct noun. It also is a bit humiliating to have her call it that. I like that part. So far she hasn’t told me that I have to refer to it that way too from now on, but I expect she will. You can judge for yourself. The image on this page (click it for a much larger color version) shows my weenie and its clone side by side.  We will try again to get a more accurate representation. Mrs. Lion did point out that the present clone is just fine to peg me with, so I will at the least feel my own penis up my ass and possibly in my mouth. Aren’t I a lucky lion?

woman with clock
Lion thinks he is the only one having a hard time waiting to orgasm. It’s just as hard on me.

Lion has been working on his pathetic look. So far it doesn’t look much different from his hey-baby-wanna-get-busy look. It makes me laugh at him.

But the other night he said something that almost made me let him have his long sought after orgasm. I’ve been thinking about how stupid I was to waste time not giving him sex because I was being stubborn. Why did it matter that he never initiated? Why did it matter that I wasn’t in the mood?

Lion is quite a bit older than I am and, selfishly, sometimes I worry about him not being around in the future. (The distant future. I’m not trying to get rid of him.) So it stopped me in my tracks when he said he may not live long enough to have another orgasm. I know it was just his “poor me, I’m so horny” grumbling, but since I had just been thinking about my stubbornness a few nights before that, I almost gave in. And I hated that I gave him a specific date for his next release. And that he had no chance of earning time off or extending time.

I thought I was getting better at denying him. More confident. It wasn’t bothering me. Then, even before he made the comment, I had a flash of desperation (for want of a better word) to make him come. I know I’m in charge and I can take his orgasm any time I want. But I made a decision and I don’t want to go back on my word. I’m definitely not a fan of waiting. I know some caged males wait weeks or months. I’ve teased him that I’ll make him wait months, but I can’t even imagine making him wait twelve days again. And this has nothing to do with his whining. It’s me who can’t wait. And I just wrote about determination. What a fraud!

Lion wrote this morning about the need to censor himself in his posts. I’m sure now he’s thinking he can’t make any comments at all without censoring himself. As I said, I wanted (needed) to make him come before he grumbled. So my wonderful Lion, don’t you dare censor yourself! That would be a good way to earn one of those nasty punishments you’ve been looking for; maybe even an extension of time locked in your lonely cage with no one to play with.

Last night I teased him to the edge several times with little to no rest in between. I usually give him a minute or two before I continue. Last night I was fighting with myself. Devil Mrs. Lion wanted to make him wait. Angel Mrs. Lion wanted to make him come. Eventually I “broke” him. He wasn’t able to get hard anymore. Too much teasing. It’s probably just as well. If he had been able to continue I might have let him come. Afterwards he told me how good I’ve gotten at teasing him (thank you, my pet) and I told him he wasn’t the only one frustrated that we have to wait. I think he was surprised. He didn’t know this is driving me crazy too. Well, dammit, it is! Five more days. Grumble, grumble, grumble.

I have to be careful about what I write. While I think I am providing my ideas, I can make Mrs. Lion feel inadequate or guilty.

Some of our readers have pointed out that they enjoy the ongoing conversation between Mrs. Lion and I. I have liked that she reacts to my posts not only here, but in our lives as well. Suggestions and comments from you have also made their way into our forced chastity lifestyle. I think this is great, but like everything else, there are problems as well.

First the good news. As a result of reading each other’s posts we are getting insights into how we think. Both Mrs. Lion and I have noted on many occasions how we have learned from the other’s writing. For me this is a double edged sword. She reads that I want definite orgasm dates and I find myself locked in for 12 days this time. She reads that spanking should go past when I want her to stop. My butt is redder. You get the gist. She writes about how punishing me makes her feel. I am careful to let her know she doesn’t need to push it. She writes about how much she wants me to initiate. I initiate. In this respect, our posts are like a magic lamp we can rub and make our wishes come true; in my case whether that will make things worse or not.

On the other side of the coin, it’s very easy to feel like a failure when your partner expresses a wish for something you thought you were already doing. This is particularly true for Mrs. Lion. I am very good about blabbing on about what I think would be good in a chastity context. She reads that as what I think would be good for me. Well, maybe that’s what I really meant. The problem is that often the implication is that what she is doing now isn’t right or isn’t good enough. Now that she talks about those feelings here, I am learning that she thinks she is doing a poor job. She isn’t. Maybe I am just over communicating.

The question I am considering is, do I edit my ideas to improve my chastity so that I won’t hurt my dear lioness? I am learning she is fragile in this respect. She appears to believe that my ideas represent areas she needs to “improve”. That’s not my intention at all. I’ve been thinking about this. In my mind the reaction I would like is, “I read your post. Right now I don’t want to do A, B, and D, but I like C and we may try that soon. In fact this is what she has been doing, but she seems to feel badly she can’t or won’t do A, B and D. I’m delighted she wants to do C.

Even though my forced chastity is an explicit statement that I am giving up control, my writing appears to be a form of control for Mrs. Lion. I don’t mean that she should categorically say no to anything I propose. As you know, I’m just full of good ideas; a veritable font of topping knowledge (kidding).  I think she should use what I write and say as input that she can filter and use as she wishes. I think she is doing this much more now. She is getting particularly good at making me live the “good” ideas I express here. As a result of a recent post, I now have to wait another week to orgasm. Bummer! I’m sure I will be paying with my butt for my punishment comments yesterday. I’m fine with that. In fact it is big fun. What I am not fine with is that my communication might hurt her by making her feel inadequate. I don’t want that to happen.

If you’ve been reading my stuff for a while, you know I am not shy about saying what’s on my mind. I don’t think I can filter that very well. But I can’t have the love of my life feeling badly about what she is doing for me. So, I want to make it very clear that I am eternally grateful that she is making changes to support our chastity lifestyle. I am humbled by her ability to learn and adapt purely to make me happy. She is easily the most unselfish and loving woman I have ever known. I don’t deserve her.

Over the last five months my dear lioness has transformed into a firm and loving keyholder. She’s no pushover and I know that when she says something she means it. She is learning to ignore my grumbles. I’ve known many dominant women in my time. I didn’t bottom to most, but I count them as friends. Mrs. Lion has developed into a first class top. I know it takes a long time to know your bottom and develop techniques that meet your objectives. Mrs. Lion is doing that very well. I am very close to truly losing control. How great is that!