What Really Counts

i've been under the weather the last few days. my interest in sex has been nil.
I’ve been under the weather the last few days. My interest in sex has been nil.

I am getting over the bug that has been ruining our fun. Mrs. Lion has been wonderful about making me as comfortable as possible. I’ve been uncaged for a few days now. I am happy I can pee without worry, but I do miss the feeling of control. I don’t feel much interest in sex yet. That’s one sign I am still not fully over the virus. Things are moving in the right direction. I wish they would move faster. If you haven’t noticed, I am not a very good patient. A few years ago I was hospitalized for an infection in my leg. Mrs. Lion was by my side nearly 24 hours a day. I am grateful that she cares enough to do that for me. She said she did it to protect the doctors and nurses from me. I was pretty grumpy about being there.

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that chastity and sex aren’t the most important things in our lives. They can be the most exciting, but they don’t rank very high in terms of life. On top of my list is Mrs. Lion and, of course, our kids. All this other stuff are luxuries. Mrs. Lion’s love coupons with fun activities for me were the perfect birthday gift. She is the best gift I have ever received.

It’s so easy to get sucked into the excitement of cages, play, waits, and orgasms that the most basic truths slip into the background. It’s like being rich. When you have a lot, money doesn’t mean much. When you don’t have much it takes over your life. I think all this enforced chastity is similar. When you have no keyholder and your sex life isn’t what you want, it becomes a giant need that can dwarf almost everything else. When you do have it, hopefully it recedes into a very pleasant background. It’s there and it is wonderful, but  other stuff often takes precedence.

I belong to Mrs. Lion whether I am wearing a cage or not. I prefer to be wearing it, but it isn’t locking my penis that gives her power over me. It is my surrender to her and that has nothing at all to do with hardware. All of this chastity talk reminds me of how it was when I was an audiophile. I spent endless hours fussing over frequency response, harmonic distortion, and all of the other technical minutia associated with high fidelity. I got so involved in the technology I forgot why I was pursuing sonic excellence: the music. It was a lot of fun but in reality all that technology was a distraction from the main event.

The same is true with chastity hardware, rules, wait times, and all the other details associated with being a caged male. All that stuff is important, but it can distract me from the reason it exists: my surrender to my lioness and keyholder. The hardware and surrounding rules and other stuff are important too. They serve both of us by providing a framework around which we build our power exchange.

It helps me to stop every so often and consider what really counts. My enforced chastity is important to me. It helps to define me sexually. That little cage I am not wearing right now helps both of us define things, but whether it is on my cock or sitting on the bathroom counter has nothing to do with the fact that I can’t play with myself or have any other sexual activity without Mrs. Lion’s permission. Just because I am sick and Mrs. Lion doesn’t want to spank me right now, doesn’t change the fact that she makes the rules and I obey them. I suspect she has a little list of things I will be spanked for when I am better.

In a way, these last few days of no libido or energy have helped center me. They have given me a chance to reexamine how things are going and what really counts. This break has turned out to be really helpful.