September 2014 (Page 6)

It occurs to me that to an outside observer, those of us practicing enforced chastity appear to be obsessed with our penises. If you go around the Internet and read the articles, blogs, and forums, it’s easy to get the impression that there are a lot of men and their keyholders spending vast amounts of time discussing penises that aren’t supposed to be used for sex. I alone have written well over 100,000 words on the subject of enforced chastity and my penis. We even have a LionTracker that tracks my sexual activities and feelings in the tiniest detail. Recording all this information takes time and energy, and means that at least as long as it takes to do and record all the stuff here, my penis is in the front of my mind.

On a more basic level it shouldn’t be surprising that I think about sex so much. Study after study revealed that males think about sex at least twice every waking minute. So its apparently normal to have a lot of interest in ones penis. But my interest is in giving up my penis and not having sex without Mrs. Lion providing it. Shouldn’t that make me less interested in thinking about it? Apparently not.

It’s true. I think about sex more now than I have in memory. My cage constantly reminds me that my penis is no longer under my control. Mrs. Lion keeps me in an almost continuous state of heat. I get non-orgasmic stimulation at least every other day. Things are pretty much rigged to keep me heavily involved with my penis 24/7.

If you read the Journal, you must have the impression that my life revolves around enforced chastity. It doesn’t. My priorities are far more mundane. First and foremost is Mrs. Lion. She means everything to me. Her happiness and well being are my top priorities. Then, of course, I have to work and provide the money we need to live. After that come the usual day-to-day needs of life. Then comes pleasure. My main pleasure nowadays is the sexual energy I am getting from enforced chastity and my other kinks. Sex has become my favorite hobby. I guess if butterfly collecting was on the top of my list, then that would be what you would read about here.

Is my obsession really my penis? I don’t think about it very much at all. It isn’t very distinguished; barely an inch and a half long, living in a cage that makes it hard to pee. No, not that interesting. Even when stimulated, it’s not that imposing. No, it isn’t my penis.

If I am obsessed, it is with sexual satisfaction. What was once something I could handle in a few minutes all by myself, is now subject to an externally imposed schedule, teasing without satisfaction, and long waits between orgasms. Yes, that’s the obsession. I do spend a lot of time thinking about my next teasing session, spanking, anal play, and of course orgasm.

I am playing a game where the prize is the sexual satisfaction I used to take for granted. I have lost the ability to get myself off. I can’t even get hard without Mrs. Lion. So yes, all this bottled up desire to come, the constant knowledge that I have given up control of my sexual satisfaction, and the sensations of wearing a cage day and night have indeed brought sex to the foreground of my life.

This heightened sexual consciousness is one of the best things about enforced male chastity. It adds an element of excitement to my days and nights. It’s big fun.

Yesterday I talked about the Lion Tracker. I mentioned that it shows what I do to Lion and how I feel about things, but it doesn’t show how Lion feels. I thought it would be interesting to know if he felt more or less horny as the days progressed and after play sessions. As I suspected, I only need to mention it and he springs into action.

Lion used a graphic that looks like an O so I’m calling it his O Meter. It is, after all, tracking his need for an orgasm. The scale ranges from “Barely thinking about sex” to “All I can think about is getting off!” I’m betting most of his data will be in the middle of the scale although by day twenty-one he may be all the way to the top.

I’m curious to see how the information from both charts mesh. When I tease him, will his horniness level increase? When I give him a ruined orgasm, will it increase or decrease? He’s been trying to figure it out. This may give him the concrete evidence he’s looking for. If nothing else it’s a fun tool to look at the ups and downs of his horniness over time.

Of course, it does reduce things to science and calculations, and that’s not what this experiment is about at all. These are our intimate details in graphic form. The best part about it is that we have to create those intimate details before we can report them.

Wednesday night was very eventful. Mrs. Lion decided to give me a fun spanking. This, as opposed to punishment, is given starting with light swats and slowly progresses to very hard spanks. Why is this fun? Well, when the buildup is done at the right speed, my brain has time to produce endorphins which effectively change what should be painful, into a pleasurable sensation. Mrs. Lion commented on how still I remained even when she was hitting very hard with the dreaded wooden spoon. I was still because it felt good. I found myself slipping into that sleepy pleasant state of an endorphin high. Very well done Mrs. Lion!

After the spanking I turned over and Mrs. Lion removed my cage. I took the base ring off. She then teased me to the edge three (I think) times. This was interspersed with rubbing my balls. I loved it! I wanted to come so badly! Mrs. Lion has amazing hands. She plays me like a violin. She knows exactly what will arouse me the most. When she finished, I asked,

“Any chance I can come tonight?”

“No, you have another 12 days.”

“What if I used my orgasm coupon?”

“You can do that, but then the clock will start again and it will be 21 days.”

<Sigh>

Mrs. Lion says “no” in the nicest possible way, but it is still no. Since last night I am tree-humping horny. I can’t believe I have another twelve days to endure this. Mrs. Lion was convinced I had waited 21 days before. I was sure I haven’t even come close. So, she opened the old page here, Lion’s Adventures. I started this page so that I could track my orgasms and other play. I stopped keeping track in July. It seemed so egotistical and uninteresting to anyone but me. However, in this case it turned out to be useful.

Mrs. Lion poured over the page for a while and then finally announced that my previous record was twelve days, not counting the fourteen day wait that ended recently. That wait was supposed to be twelve days but I got food poisoning and had no interest in sex for two days. So, this is the longest I have had to wait for an orgasm.I am sure it is not only a chastity record for me, but also a lifetime one as well.

This brings me to a key question that I have been asking myself: What is the goal in terms of sex of my being caged? When we started I had a vague sense that I would be forced to remain in a horny state for a while and then given release. I had chatted with others who were also just starting and in most cases, they had a specific goal in mind. One keyholder decided that her male should have no more than twelve orgasms a year. At the time I was appalled. What a bleak sexual landscape that painted! She, like many others, also determined that he should be trained to not orgasm without permission. That way she could have the services of his penis without changing her planned schedule.

It turns out that this is a fairly common practice. It seems very difficult to me. I have no idea if I can control myself that way. I guess I am not sexually housebroken. I know how the training is done, but I have never experienced it. Since Mrs. Lion has a rather inactive libido, she hasn’t had an incentive to house train me. I use the term “housebroken” rather than “tame”. A sexually unhousebroken male will release semen without permission, just as a puppy piddles on the floor. I think it is an apt comparison.

There is little point in housebreaking me if she has no particular use for my penis when I am not supposed to come. In the past when she has ridden me, she didn’t care if I came. Of course I did and then cleaned her up and gave her oral orgasms. No harm, no foul.

Mrs. Lion has slowly been taking the reins and has been exerting more and more sexual control. This latest 21 day wait is 100% her idea. I hate it. I think I am sexually spoiled. I am really used to getting my own way. This wait is a first step for me to learn that things don’t have to go my way. If I had my way, the longest wait would be two weeks. That’s long enough for me to get desperate, but not so long that I have a hard time dealing with it. As we approach week three, I am having a hard time. I want release!

I know that I asked Mrs. Lion not to give in. On one level I understand that forcing me to go into territory where I start to feel that I have joined the <12 orgasm-a-year club will start teaching me that I no longer control or can manipulate things to my satisfaction. Let me make it clear that I truly can’t learn to like the idea that I will have so few opportunities to come. It doesn’t feel like a challenge to me. It just feels sad. Is that a reason for Mrs. Lion to relent and let me come sooner? Absolutely not. Maybe it is time that I get housebroken and learn that I no longer control my sexual pleasure.

There are signs that I am becoming tame. When Mrs. Lion takes out a paddle to punish me for an infraction, I immediately present my bottom without prompting. I don’t argue when she says I broke a rule. And, I haven’t complained (much) about having to wait so  long. I guess that means that as Mrs. Lion grows as my keyholder, I am learning to be a more obedient caged male.