I don’t know if Lion has a favorite day of the week, but it should be Sunday. He gets lucky a lot on Sundays. I bet when I unlocked him to do his manscaping he had no idea how much fun he would have all day.

As I shaved him I played with him. I got him hard and played with his balls. He was very happy. When he was face down I got the idea to use a butt plug. I decided to leave him wild so I could have access to him. Then I painted his toenails.

Wow, that’s pink nail polish! I only painted his bog toes because they are the most visible to him as he watches tv. When he questioned me I offered to paint the rest. He didn’t like that idea. I also offered to buy him some high heels to go with his girly toes. He liked that idea even less.

Lion held the butt plug for about four hours. After I unplugged him he took a shower. He reminded me several times that he was still wild. He’s a good boy. He was even a good boy when I took a shower. I know this because he was still horny.

Eventually I snuggled in to play with him some more. He was very horny. Especially when I started sucking him. I asked him how many days it had been since he came. Unfortunately the blood had rushed away from his brain by this time so he wasn’t sure. It had been three days. Three long days if you ask him. If you ask me too. That’s why I decided to let him come again. The lucky boy.

Now he’s a happy, caged Lion again.

Lion toe nails bright paink.
As threatened, Mrs. Lion did a pawdicure on me. She painted both of my big toe nails bright pink. Yuck! She left my other toe nails unpainted saying I can’t see them anyway.

Even inmates in a super max prison get an hour of exercise a day. I get less than a half hour every other day. If you do the math, 99% of the time I am locked in my male chastity device without any stimulation. Every other day, Mrs. Lion unlocks me for less than a half hour for teasing, or occasionally, an orgasm. Other than that, nothing. That’s not as bad as it sounds. If I look at my life before being caged, more than 99% of the time my penis went without sexual stimulation. If anything, I get more now than I did before.

The difference, of course, is that now I have nothing to say about if or when I get stimulated. In fact, I am physically incapable of getting hard without Mrs. Lion releasing me. I could argue that before chastity I could get hard anytime I wanted. I could also masturbate. Whether I did or didn’t isn’t the point. The point is that I decided how much or how little self stimulation I got. Now I get no self stimulation at all. My penis is locked in a permanent flaccid state. I’m not complaining. I am a happy prisoner of love. But I am a prisoner, nonetheless. It’s a life sentence. I am in permanent male chastity.

My main point is that most of the time my penis sits quietly in its cage. It may or may not get as much sexual attention as other penises. My guess is that I do about as well as most; if not in orgasms, at least in female attention. The big difference is that all of my sexual options have been removed. Unlike other, unlocked penises, mine does not get free expression. It can’t get hard if I have a sexy thought or see something very hot. I can’t play with it at all. It’s 100% the property of Mrs. Lion. That is the real difference us one-percenters face.

Yesterday, as threatened, Mrs. Lion did some toe nail painting. Before she did it, she removed all of my pubic and butt hair and then inserted the smaller Njoy butt plug. Once plugged she proceeded to paint the lion pink.

Now both of my big toe nails are bright pink. I hated the long wait until she finally did it. I truly don’t like the result. However, it is what she wants and that is what I get. Here, on the blog I discussed this paint job in the same context as diapers and panties. I mentioned that I found all three uncomfortable, but strangely arousing (not aroused by the toenails!). Actually, it is still strangely arousing. Now I think I understand why.

The Jail Bird is one thing I can’t remove that has the potential of discovery, but is very low risk. Painted toe nails and panties have a much better chance of embarrassing me. Anyone seeing my bare feet will know instantly that “something” is going on. Panties are worse. Just tucking in my shirt at a urinal offers a chance for an unwelcome peek at my undies. The thing is, just knowing it is possible to be discovered is what adds that little thrill that makes me even mention things that I truly don’t like.

For the record, I don’t look good with pink toe nails. At least I don’t think so. I believe panties would make me look at least equally silly. You’ve seen me in diapers (image). Not a very dignified lion picture. It’s obvious why Mrs. Lion likes me this way. It shows me that she is in control. She also finds it funny. I don’t know when (hope it’s soon so I don’t have to worry too much), but in the near future I suspect my underwear will be either panties or a diaper depending on the day of the week. I wonder if my “nude in the house” rule will be changed to require me to wear the undies of the day.



I’ve been “threatening” Lion with the nail polish for about a week. He ranges from getting nervous about it to getting excited about it. He needs manscaping too. So today will be a sort of a spa day for him. Will his spa day include a happy ending? We shall see.

He said that every time I tease him he is hornier than he was before I unlocked him. I suppose that’s the point, but I hadn’t considered it. I just thought the teasing was to keep him interested. I didn’t think it actually made him hornier. I know he can get turned on by just looking at me or thinking about me. In some ways I envy that. Of course, if I do get turned on it’s because I’ve thought about or looked at him, but it doesn’t happen as consistently as it does for him. I’m hoping that changes soon.

My new orgasm date is January 2. Lion calls it our orgy new year. He will have orgasms on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. I will have one the following day. A very nice way to start the new year. I’ll have to check for the exact date, but I know our chastity anniversary is coming up soon. I’m sure we can find some way to celebrate that. I know what Lion’s vote will be.

By tonight, Lion will be clean-shaven and polished. Literally. I think his toes will look pretty in pink. I know there will be at least one picture to post. I’ll make sure of that.

Yesterday, Mrs. Lion wrote about our different points of view (post). We really don’t have a very different view of things. I suggested that while Mrs. Lion had her sexual training wheels and is getting her libido back, it would be a good idea that I stay locked while I gave her orgasms. I want to make sure she isn’t thinking about reciprocating. I want her focused on her own pleasure.

She wrote that she would like us to come together, or at least close together. I want that too, very badly. I hope it will happen once she has recovered her interest. As a practical matter, I will always get far fewer orgasms than she. It would be a giant treat to come with her. I know other keyholders and their males have delightful sex together. I am very hopeful we will too in the not-to-distant future. Speaking of the future, Mrs. Lion’s next scheduled orgasm is January 2nd. We will have a very hot New Year. I am due both New Year’s eve and New Year’s day. Mrs. Lion is the day after. That’s really great.

There has been talk in these pages about Mrs. Lion painting my toe nails, putting me back in diapers, and perhaps panties on non-diaper days. Because I mention these things, Mrs. Lion asked me if it is because I want them. That’s a tough question. I never saw myself with painted toe nails or wearing panties, but the thought has an element of excitement for me.

Mrs. Lion said she will definitely be doing my toe nails. She hasn’t so far. I really hate anticipating things that I am not sure I will like. It’s hard to explain. I guess it is like a punishment. It feels way worse waiting for it than just getting it done. Also, there is that little tingle of excitement.

I know this isn’t strictly chastity, and you may find this diversion uninteresting or even a turn off. For me it is forward movement in sexual control. It is physical evidence that I can’t ignore. It’s also totally irrational. I don’t get it; well more precisely, I don’t get how all this makes me feel. Are these hidden kinks that are emerging now? I suppose they could be. I just don’t know. But, as part of my decision to share everything with you, I guess you will end up reading about this new stuff too.

This new stuff might be puzzling Mrs. Lion. Am I becoming even more difficult to understand? Do these kinks drive her away or repel her? I don’t think she would tell me if they do. I’m just a mess of uncertainty and uncomfortable anticipation. Stay tuned.