Lion was in desperate need of manscaping. With all our mini vacations, it had been weeks and he was far fuzzier than he likes to be. Last night I decided to rectify the situation. He was obviously happy to be out of his cage again. I didn’t know how happy until later. While I was clipping and plucking I played with him a little bit. I even gave him a few swats. But when I was done I just left him alone.

About an hour later I started in on him with my mouth. Now it was even more obvious that he was happy to be out of the cage. I know he loves being inside my mouth, even if I was nibbling him a little and pretending to bite him. He knows he’s in no danger of actually being bitten. Teased mercilessly, yes. Bitten, no. I didn’t really have a plan. I just love sucking on him. And of course, he wasn’t protesting. Even when I got between his legs I wasn’t sure I would give him an orgasm. Eventually his little moans and his bucking hips convinced me that he should have one. It was almost a ruined orgasm but I realized it in time and finished him off. I would have been very upset again if it had been ruined. Sometimes I get so involved in teasing him I miss the signs until it’s too late.

When I snuggled up next to him he told me he had been horny all day. I’m glad to hear that. Probably not tree-humping horny. There hasn’t been enough time for that since his last orgasm. Maybe he’ll be hornier for the next one and I have plans to make sure he is. I picked a number for him and I wasn’t sure if I would tell him or not. Now I’m thinking he needs to know. It’s actually perfect because we’re home this weekend so I can do more anal training with him. Maybe a session in his sling. All to get him ready for his Sunday orgasm.

I could make him wait longer I suppose. But what’s the point of going through the trouble of picking a number if I don’t stick to it? Besides, he’ll be a busy boy this weekend and if he’s not sufficiently horny by Sunday, I can always change my mind then. I doubt it will be a problem.

chrome butt plug
This is the heavy, chrome-plated plug Mrs. Lion used on me last night. It weighs more than a pound.

(Wednesday, July 30 2014) Last night Mrs. Lion continued my anal training. This time she used a very heavy chrome-plated butt plug. She said it was no wider (diameter) than the Njoy plug I have been wearing. We had some problem getting it in. It was because I was lying down flat on my stomach. The wide base of the plug was blocked by my cheeks. Next time I will be on my knees with my head on the bed. That should clear the way.

Anal training is one activity that requires consistency. Many people think that inserting larger and larger objects stretches the sphincters. Actually it doesn’t. Our assholes are remarkable. They have the ability to open much wider than we can imagine. The reason training is necessary is that in order for objects to get in (or out, for that matter), the muscles must relax. These muscles are normally contracted, sealing things in. Accepting anal penetration requires these muscles to “learn” to relax. Over time, as larger and larger objects are inserted, the muscles are trained to accept them.

This is not an entirely comfortable process. When an object is inserted it shouldn’t cause a sharp pain. If you feel a sharp pain, the object should be partially or completely withdrawn. Very often this pain is caused by lack of lubrication. Any time something is inserted anally, there must be a lot of lube. The one we like best is Boy Butter. It’s reasonably priced, washes off easily, and stays slippery for a long time. This is particularly important if an object remains up your ass for a long time. If the lube drys out, the object will “stick” painfully and make removal very difficult. If this happens, don’t force it out. Instead lube a finger and insert it next to the object and work your lubed finger around until you re-lubricate. Then the object should come out easily.

There is a mistaken impression that all males like anal stimulation. We all don’t. Many, however, find it very interesting and even pleasurable. Liking anal stimulation does not mean a male is gay or that he may be bisexual. All of us — men and women alike — have a lot of nerve endings in and around the anus. These nerve endings can provide intense sexual stimulation.

I like Mrs. Lion playing with my ass. I don’t get hard right now when she does. But once I get used to the sensations, I am sure that I will be visibly stimulated when she gives me attention there. Of course, last night I was caged so no erections could happen. In fact, I am just getting used to the sensations again so I wasn’t hard. I could feel a chubby in my cage later when I thought about our session.

Mrs. Lion wrote about being bored sometimes with the repetition of our activities. I can understand that. In my topping days I also would feel some boredom with spanking, anal play, sexual stimulation, etc. of my partner. My cure was to note progress. For example, I liked comparing how long it took to seat a plug each time. It was fun to see how I could get it in faster and faster without hurting my bottom. The same was true about spanking. I paid attention to how many hard swats I could administer before too much discomfort set it. Instead of focusing on the repetitive activity, I focused on the progress of my training. Anything I did could be measured. For example, in my case, Mrs. Lion could see how long or how many strokes it takes to get me to the edge. Or, she could see how long I can hold out.

I don’t know if this would work for her. It certainly worked for me. I enjoyed watching the progress and I particularly liked discussing this progress in great detail with my bottom. She would become my partner in her training. I think if this appeals to Mrs. Lion, she and I could do the same thing. We are doing that with the anal training. Maybe if we extend this sort of thing into other areas, it will restore the novelty and interest.

All those years ago when Lion and I started playing, I said I thought doing the same things over and over could get boring. He took that to mean I would get bored with him. From time to time he asks if I am bored with him. I am not bored with him. But, to me, there are two separate issues here.

Am I bored with Lion? No. I’m not sure how I could be bored with him as a person. I love him more each day. How could I be bored with him if I feel that way? Am I bored with what we do? I’m not talking about work, or laundry, or whose turn it is to make dinner. Of course I’m bored with that. I’m talking about our sexual activities. Well, yes, I can get bored with that. I think the cage added a new dimension to things, but even that can be boring from time to time. I do have a rather large bag of tricks, but it’s still the same things over and over.

Sometimes I’m just bored and that’s all there is to it. I can have lots of things to do and still feel bored. What’s for dinner? There must be millions of choices but I’m bored. I can’t explain it. I think, to some extent, my portion of our recent doldrums might be boredom. If that’s the case then it will cycle through and it won’t matter if I pick a number next time.

The bad old days were probably a mixture of boredom and annoyance that Lion would not initiate. It’s not a stretch to say that if I wasn’t getting what I needed and I was bored by what he needed, then I’d just stop all activities. The key now is to get past it without losing ground. I can’t just wait and assume it’s just a phase. I can’t allow my inertia to win. All I have to do (that’s a phrase I am particularly sensitive to lately because it oversimplifies the work involved) is push through. Just keep swimming. I wouldn’t be able to do that if I were bored with Lion.

frustrated lion
Sometimes I just wish my cage were off. Those are the times I realize I am not in charge.

The temptation is always to write about the sexual side of chastity: the teasing, playing, and of course, orgasms. All this sexual conversation makes forced male chastity seem like a non-stop sexual journey. That’s simply not the case. I’m in my cage almost all the time. My releases are generally short and sexual in nature. I suppose if I average it all out, I am locked up over 95% of the time. If I look at what I have written, almost all of my posts are about the 5% when I am wild. What about the other 95%?

Most of the time I am not aware of my cage and I don’t think about it. I often think about the fact that I am caged, but I don’t spend my days and nights pining away to get sexual release. Like most males, I think about sex frequently, but not for long periods of time. My focus has to remain on my job and tasks like driving, reading, etc. The cage, however, remains in place all of the time. When I am aware of my cage it is usually because it becomes a bit uncomfortable. Sometimes, when sitting in the car or at my desk, my underwear can pull up and I get some irritation from the base ring. A quick adjustment and all is well. The other time the cage is a real bother is when I need to pee. Even though the new cage keeps my urethra generally centered, the pressure of the cage can cause a bit of spraying. Also, aim isn’t very easy due to the cage’s short length and the curve that keeps my penis pointing down.

My point is that forced male chastity isn’t a non-stop, sexual wild ride. It has its moments, but by and large it is an inconvenience to be endured in order to provide the keyholder with absolute sexual control. The knowledge that Mrs. Lion has that control is, of course, very exciting to me. But that doesn’t change the reality that I frequently spend twenty-four hours a  day locked up. I’m not complaining. This is exactly what I want.

There are times I really wish I were wild again. I do get tired of the complications of peeing while caged. I don’t like it when I have to adjust when sitting, particularly in the car. The sexual frustration sometimes irritates more than excites. Mrs. Lion calls that lion grumbles. I do grumble. Frustration in one sense is exciting and I like that Mrs. Lion forces me to feel it. In another way it is annoying. Of course, that’s the point. Being “forced” to do what you want to do anyway is hardly control. Real control is felt when I have to do what Mrs. Lion wants and not what I want.

The flip side of this frustration is fatigue. Sometimes I ask myself it all this is worth it. In my case it is. So much has improved in my life as a result of being caged that the inconveniences are trivial in comparison. Of course, the very fact that I do get tired of being caged and wish I were wild again is another indication that it isn’t under my control. I can’t take it off and run wild just because I don’t feel like being locked up. That is the entire point of forced male chastity. I can be as tired of it as I want. I can whine, complain, and demand release but I won’t get it. You know what? That’s the entire point of the game.

So, if you are new to this or you are contemplating beginning,  be aware that you will have times you just want to be free; not so much to masturbate but just because being caged is getting on your nerves. If you are caged and share these feelings, it’s important to recognize that the frustration and annoyance serve to prove that you are no longer in control. And that is why we asked to be locked up in the first place.