Yesterday, Mrs. Lion talked about her anal play. She got things absolutely right. We talked about this play and she has set the lofty goal of getting me to like being pegged and to accept her entire hand. If she continues regular training sessions, I have no doubt that we will achieve both. She also reminisced about our early days when I fucked her anally. I really liked that. It did taper off after a while. I think the reason I stopped is that has gotten more and more difficult for me to maintain an erection when I am either on top or standing. I’m not sure why this is happening. Some may be age and gravity, but I have no problem staying hard if Mrs. Lion rides me. Some of this may be psychological. Maybe we can try with me taking a boner pill (Cialis). I have a small supply. Or, maybe Mrs. Lion can insert me anally when she rides me. I would love that. This came to mind when I read the very graphic account of Monkey and Lady M playing. She effortlessly moved from cowgirl (or reverse cowgirl) to anal cowgirl. If she feels so inclined, maybe Mrs. Lion could try that with me next time she goes lion riding. In so many ways we are playing catch-up. Our chastity adventure promises to help us recapture those times, a decade ago, that we both loved so much.
Don’t get me wrong, we never had a bad time. Our love has continued to grow every day since we have been together. It’s a tribute to our love, that we were able to put sex on the back burner without resentment or infidelity. The fact remains that I want to spend my life with Mrs. Lion regardless of sex or anything else. I want her to be happy. I’m wearing a cage between my legs because she wants me to be happy. The fantasies may claim that the keyholder is the one who gets the greatest happiness from forced male chastity. It’s not true in our case. I am the big winner. I’m the one living out something I have long wanted. I’m getting more sex than I have in a very long time. More importantly, we are communicating more and talking about things that remained unsaid for many years. Overall, it’s a good deal. I’m very grateful.
There are times that I question myself. Why would I go to the trouble of having to compensate for my cage in such mundane things as urinating at work? Sometimes, the cage will pinch me when sitting at my desk if I slide in my chair in just the wrong way. There is always at least a bit of urine smell down there caused by me dripping after I pee. It’s a project finding underwear that won’t bind and still contain the cage in an inconspicuous way. I’m on to a new type now that will, hopefully, not bind up when I drive or sit for a long time. For a guy with no underwear fetish, I spend way too much time searching for the right solution. On those occasions when Mrs. Lion lets me run around without my cage, I enjoy the feeling of freedom and sometimes wonder why I want the cage back on.
I think that both of us are more than a little surprised by the effect this cage locked on my penis is having on us and on our relationship. Things are better; much better. It isn’t always easy for either of us. We both have doubts and have to consciously work to continue on this path. After reading Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday, I realized that her discussion of anal play is just one manifestation of her continuing hard work to avoid letting things slip backward. Shoving things up my ass is more than just teaching me to enjoy pegging or accept larger objects. It is her way of training herself to be consistent and not to let boredom or inertia take over again.
For me, being caged requires me to stay very closely in tune with Mrs. Lion sexually. I know that I am absolutely dependent on her for any sexual pleasure or release. In the past, I could masturbate if I felt horny, or I could indirectly (I would scooch on the bed) inform her that I needed relief. Now, I have to be direct and good natured about petitioning for an orgasm. Unlike previous times when we played, I can’t pretend to be a bottom and top Mrs. Lion into doing what I wanted. Now, that cage is a very firm physical reminder that I truly don’t have control. I must communicate or go without.
In some respects, I wish we were more like the very sexual couples who daily have orgasmic adventures. We can’t do that. It just isn’t who we are right now. However, we are developing a rhythm that works for both of us. Given that we haven’t been able to do that in a very long time, that’s a big achievement.
