December 2014 (Page 12)

Lion’s back is still bothering him. But, as I said, all he has to do is lay there and enjoy the ride, so to speak. Actually I thought about riding him last night but I didn’t want to put any strain on his back. I’m sure he would have taken one for the team though.

Just before bed I asked if there was anything I could do for him. Of course he got his leering look on his face and said there was one thing I could do to make him feel better. I told him I wanted to make his back feel better, not his front. Besides, Mr. Weenie had already had his fun and was safely locked up again. He said he wasn’t desperate for an orgasm anyway.

Lion says he hates the wait even if it is “only” nine days. Poor boy. Some caged males wait months. I don’t think we’ll make it to nine days anyway. I’ve been interested in a Lion ride for a while now. Unfortunately it was the wrong time of the month when his orgasm date rolled around last time. Since I’m not horny I’m not doing it for my pleasure. Unless you count the fact that I love having Lion inside me and feeling his orgasm. He loves it too. I just hope his back feels better soon.

I still have not decided whether to keep the scheduled date or not. In the past I’ve just given him bonus orgasms whenever I felt like it anyway so there’s no real reason to change the system. It’s just a guarantee that he will come on that date. Nothing says I can’t take an orgasm sooner. What I really should be focusing on is making him desperate and the only way I know to do that is to play with him more. Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but teasing makes the cock more desperate.

If he follows his regular schedule, tonight he will be tree-humping horny and tomorrow he will be belligerent. We’ll see how it goes. Tonight may be his night. Or not.

Our experience with enforced chastity fit well into our life before my cage. All of the issues, good and bad, remain. The big difference is that the sexual side of our lives has moved more to the forefront and has a structure it didn’t have before. The new structure is the result of our decision to pursue enforced chastity.

Central to our new sex life is that both of us must take an active role in building our mutual pleasure. Many males who want to be caged, imagine that life will be all teasing and giving orgasm to a sex-hungry keyholder. Few of us fit into that category. More typically, sex has fallen into a routine or has disappeared entirely. The addition of enforced chastity provides a new start.

I’m not saying that an automatic cure for marital blah’s is locking up your husband’s willy. But the truth, at least for us, is that the very act of my asking Mrs. Lion to lock me up and then her efforts to be a good keyholder, shined a spotlight on our sex life. It’s not perfect yet, but we both pay a lot of attention to sex now. I can’t go off and wank if I get horny and don’t want to ask Mrs. Lion for sex. She can’t just pretend that intimacy has faded.

The truly odd thing is that our marriage remained strong through all of this. We love each other more than anything and that has nothing at all to do with sex. The fact that our relationship is strong enough to work with or without sex is a very positive sign. What we have now is the beginning  of a new phase where sex is taking its proper place. At this point most of the sex benefits me, but I am confident that it won’t be too much longer before Mrs. Lion will be back in the saddle again as well.

I agree with Lion to some extent. We are settling into our chastity lifestyle. It’s almost second nature. However, that can be a bad thing for me. Settling in, becoming comfortable, can lead to complacency. As in, stagnation. As in, inertia. I need to be on the lookout for that constantly.

This is the main reason for our every other day play schedule. Not only does Lion want it, I need it. It “forces” me to be involved. I know that I need to have a plan for it. Typically I don’t plan very far in advance. Sometimes it’s only a matter of minutes beforehand. But I know I need to come up with something. While I’ve been trying not to wait for the last minute in other areas of my life (I am finally paying bills before the due date) somehow I have not managed to have a full plan for Lion play. At least not consistently. And I think that’s mostly because things can change.

Lion may come bounding through the door from work ready to play and then we have a heavy dinner. Now we’re both stuffed and unable to move. Not really a good time for him to be on his stomach so I can spank him. That’s why we play things by ear. This weekend his back was hurting a lot. I was doing some things alone that he normally helps with. So then my back was hurting and I was tired. Except for his orgasm Friday night it was a no-play weekend.

He thinks tonight he will not be in as much pain. We’ll see. In any case, he’s fine when he’s flat on his back and that means his cock and balls are available. Since he doesn’t move much during teasing anyway, there shouldn’t be a problem. I think I see Velcro in his immediate future. At the very least I see clothes pins. I can’t let him think I’ve forgotten about Mr. Weenie. Never!

It’s been a quiet weekend here in the lions’ den. My back has been sore from a fall I took the day after Thanksgiving and Mrs. Lion’s back has also been bothering her. So we did very little, spending our time in bed watching TV. It was very nice and my back is much better. We haven’t had any teasing or other sexual activities and I have remained safely locked in my cage. I’m sure that the fun will resume soon. In the meantime it’s good just to be together.

The longer we do this, the easier it is to integrate into our lives. When I went to the doctor last week, it occurred to me that I had my Jail Bird on, and when the nurse told me to undress to my underpants, I had a momentary twinge. I thought about the situation for a few seconds and then decided that it didn’t really matter. If he notices I was prepared to explain. It isn’t that I want to deal with unwelcome exposure, but I am comfortable enough to handle it.

It feels the same as when I first stopped having pubic hair. For months I feared comments if anyone saw me naked. At that time, the 1980’s, people were still into “natural” hair. But after a while I forgot that was bare where others were hairy. Now, of course, hairless pubes are in fashion. I was just fashionable early. So, if I am a trendsetter, will more and more men be caged every year? I don’t think so.

It’s like my mother said, “It’s mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” Good advice, mom. So, when we have a weekend that just doesn’t lend itself to teasing or other top/bottom activity, it’s no big deal. I don’t mind and it doesn’t matter.