Lion and I just came through about a week or so of the doldrums. Neither of us cared too much about playing. He wasn’t interested in an orgasm, nor was I interested in giving him one. We’ve been out of the doldrums for a week or so. My theory about not having a specific wait time is still in play. The other day when I gave him an orgasm, it wasn’t because I absolutely had to give him one and he didn’t seem tree-humping horny. I just did it because, well, because I could. I guess, in that respect, it was the way things should have been in the bad old days. BC (before cage). I’m still wondering if I pick a number, will it change the dynamics? Will my need to give him an orgasm become more urgent? Will he become massively horny again? Whenever he gets his next orgasm, I will pick a number so we can test the theory.

I also wonder if the number has anything to do with my horniness level. I was slightly hornier pre-doldrums. Not that I would have considered myself “cured”, but I wasn’t as blase about sex as I am now. Could his wait time do anything for me in terms of wanting sex? It’s all part of our little experiment.

As far as the cage is concerned, I’m not sure what Lion was worried about. It’s not going anywhere. He just had a mini vacation from it for one day. I never put it away. It was always sitting there well within sight. Just waiting to be secured again. And if he had said he didn’t want it on anymore? Well, our agreement is that he will be caged until sometime in 2016, so without a major discussion and a finding in his favor by Judge Mrs. Lion, he will be caged. That also means that I cannot arbitrarily decide that he doesn’t have to wear it anymore. Except for mini vacations. Because mini vacations are well within the jurisdiction of Mrs. Lion. So, not to worry. Lion is now and will be caged.

(Monday, July 28 2014) Yesterday ended my first wild day without a reason. Mrs. Lion gave me a full 24 hours of freedom. Last night Mrs. Lion teased me a bit and then began oral stimulation. After I was totally into it she asked if I would trade an orgasm for another day of freedom. Of course I refused. I was ready to orgasm. So, Mrs. Lion gave me an amazing oral orgasm. I was happy to get locked up again.

I have to admit that I also worried a bit that Mrs. Lion wouldn’t lock me up after my day of freedom. Worse, I wasn’t sure that I would object to being left wild. Don’t get me wrong, I really like the changes the cage has brought our sex life. The very fact that Mrs. Lion actually gave me a wild day and then offered me a choice is a great step forward. She is absolutely in control now. I love how that feels.

Her offer of letting me go wild was very generous. Even though I can pee standing up, it is challenging over a standard toilet. There is always the risk of bad aim and spray. With no cage it is easier. Also a long drive sometimes results in my underwear pulling up and the base ring cutting into me a bit. However, that is small stuff compared to oral sex. Given a choice, I can’t imagine not choosing an orgasm from my lioness. She, however, said (in her post yesterday) that she will try different options to see if there is something I will trade an orgasm for — fat chance.

I really like Mrs. Lion’s thinking. My lockup and orgasms are becoming a currency that she can use to test me. There is no longer any doubt that any reprieve from lockup will be temporary. Similarly, Mrs. Lion has proven that she can withhold orgasms from me as long as she wishes. It sounds like she now wants to have some fun with this power. How cool is that?

We were away this past weekend attending an event with friends. There wasn’t a great deal of free time. We were also pretty tired. Our bed didn’t allow us to get a full night’s sleep. Despite that, Mrs. Lion used clothespins on my penis and gave me a ruined orgasm Saturday night and a great oral orgasm Sunday. I wonder when my anal training will resume. It’s one of those things I love to hate. I wonder if, after more training, I will learn to love pegging and her hand up my ass. With consistent training, I am willing to bet that I will learn to crave it. I certainly want to try.

Lion was wild for 24 hours. It may be the first time he was wild for that long just because I felt like leaving him uncaged. There were no doctor visits. No sore areas that needed healing. No mutiny on Lion’s part. In fact, I think he was anxious to get back into his cage.

Last night I didn’t spank him or really even touch him to get him warmed up. I simply asked if there was a horny wild Lion around and his weenie answered me by springing to life. Apparently his ruined orgasm had done nothing to help his horniness.

I opted for a blow job again because that’s what I had intended to do the night before. And, let’s face it, I feel more powerful when I’ve sucked him dry than when I make him eat it. I may be in the minority, but I love giving him blow jobs. And he’s told me many times that I give the best ones he’s ever had.

I didn’t exactly edge him. I just started and stopped at random times to get him riled up. It seems to have a similar effect. His hips start bucking and he does his little moans. And then I stop moving. I know he’s not as close at those times but it’s more difficult to tell. I can’t exactly watch him with my face buried.

Just before I was going to finish him off I asked if he would rather come or be wild another day. It was probably an unfair time to ask. He was so excited. He chose an orgasm. I reminded him of the long drive and asked if he wouldn’t be more comfortable wild. Not surprisingly, he wanted his orgasm. He said he would choose that any day. Perhaps we’ll put that to the test sometime. What other things might Lion want in lieu of an orgasm? I did tell him I would try to think of ways for him to earn wild time. So far I haven’t been very good at rewards and punishment, but we both hope I can figure it out.

For now, Lion is safely locked away. I’m sure he feels much better, both because he had his orgasm and because he didn’t like the idea of being wild for too long. He needn’t worry. Even if he had chosen to remain wild for our trip home, he would have been caged by bedtime tonight.

(Sunday, July 27 2014) Last night, Mrs. Lion unlocked me and spent some time applying painful clothespins to my cock and balls. I was hard the instant I was freed from the cage. Clearly I’m back. I stayed hard through it all. She then edged me several times. The last time ended up a ruined orgasm. Unlike a lot of males, I lose my ability to get hard after a ruined orgasm. Last night, only a tiny amount of semen dripped out. Apparently it is enough to end the fun. I could tell it was the start of an orgasm. I could feel muscles tightening in my thigh. But it wasn’t satisfying. Mrs. Lion didn’t intend to push me that far. She tried to revive me with oral attention. No luck.

She let me go to bed without being locked up. I woke up with a very hard penis. That was a nice treat. We went to breakfast with me wild. It’s 10 AM and I am still wild. I’m sure it won’t last much longer, but it is nice and I am enjoying the freedom. That raises the question I asked the other day about wanting to remain locked up. It does feel very nice to be “wild,” but I do want to be back in my cage.

I have to say that being wild feels very good. Peeing is way easier. It is more comfortable to be wild. The thing is that the least important function of the cage is preventing unauthorized erections and sexual release. Most important is that it is an unmistakable symbol of my surrender of sexual control. It’s very difficult for Mrs. Lion and I to backslide into a non-sexual relationship.

Ok, I also love bondage and my cage is 24/7 bondage for me. I do like that a lot. I really like the power exchange. That was one part I thought I would like but never experienced. It’s been almost six months of continuous lockup. The novelty has certainly worn off for both of us. It looks like the excitement and value of being locked up is permanent. This value keeps growing as Mrs  Lion and I grow into our roles. When I first suggested forced male chastity I had no idea what I was starting. We have a agreement that at the least I will remain locked until March of 2016. I’m sure it will go much longer than that.