I think Lion is back to himself again. He was happier last night and that was even before I took Mr. Weenie out for some exercise. There really may be something to this day 6 phenomenon.
Lion thinks it’s funny that I call his weenie Mr. Weenie. He says he’s heard the term before, of course, but never with a title. I do it because it’s my weenie and my weenie is a VIP, very important penis, so he deserves a title. He is, after all, the center of attention in this chastity business. Will he get to come out tonight? Will he be edged? Will he get to ejaculate? Will he get bitten by the tiny teeth of velcro? Many men think their penis is the center of the universe. In our case, Mr. Weenie is the sun. Everything revolves around the cage and the precious cargo inside.
Now that may be an overstatement, but if there was no cage there would be no chastity. I’m not saying Lion would immediately go back to masturbating however often he did before. But there would be no reason not to. I couldn’t stop him. Whatever other activities we do, the key is that Mr. Weenie is safe in his cage. Or not, as the case may be.
If you think about it, Mr. Weenie could just as easily be called King Weenie. He wears a crown on his head. I know, that’s silly. A step too far perhaps. My point is that whatever I call it, his penis is my favorite toy, and even though I may whack it and otherwise abuse it from time to time, I respect it.
This concept may seem counter-intuitive. If the top is in charge, how can so much importance be placed on a penis? Shouldn’t the top be the most important? Why are we all here, talking about chastity if the penis isn’t important? We can all have different goals, but it all boils down to how much attention that weenie gets. He could be locked up for months without being allowed out. He may get to come out frequently, but never get to have an orgasm. Or, as in Lion’s case, he may get to have somewhat frequent orgasms. (Although I’m sure he doesn’t think they are frequent enough.)