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In: diapers, Lion's Journal

One of the most difficult things about forced male chastity for me are the long dry spells between chastity or sex-related activities. It’s not a problem with my keyholder. I don’t think it is a defect of mine eihter. The simple reality is that I am constantly aware that my cock is locked in a cage. It’s a small cage that is comfortable enough, but it is a cage nonetheless. So here I am with this steel hanging between my legs and nothing is happening beyond my getting 2 inch semi’s (that’s all the cage will allow).

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t spend all my waking hours thinking about my poor, confined, little weenie. It does come to mind when I sit down to pee, or need to make a quick adjustment when sitting. It’s not even unpleasant realizing that she doesn’t have to do anything more to prolong my suffering. Generally, in a dominant/submissive situation, the person holding the power has to act on the person receiving. Not with forced chastity. Mrs. Lion’s actions ended when she snapped that little lock shut.

Like most men who are in forced chastity, I expect there will be more than solitary confinement. My expectations include some teasing, cleaning, and inspections…hopefully some orgasms too. In my case I am getting lots of attention, sometimes more than I want (like having to wear diapers). But then that is part of the power exchange.

The trouble for some males is that their expectations are fantasy-based and no mortal keyholder is going to be able to meet them. I see this kind of whining fairly often on chastity forums. It makes for dull reading. Actually, if two-year-old’s could type, this is what they would write.  I have even see one toddler type “If she won’t play with you the way you want, throw a tantrum and cut the cage off. That will show her.”

Wow, I bet a threat like this scares the poor woman into doing just what he wants. Even though I have to endure long periods of confinement with no stimulation, I am the one benefiting from Mrs. Lion’s kind indulgence of my kink. As someone who has been on the dominant side of power exchange, I can say with complete confidence that the way to enjoy a long term, submissive (read forced chastity) relationship is to treasure your keyholder and the work she does to please you. If you don’t think it is a gift, start reading the Web. You will find endless, sometimes pathetic attempts single males make to simulate a forced chastity situation. There are quite a few females out there who collect thousands of dollars just to receive and mail back chastity cage keys. I am a very lucky caged lion.

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In: Femdom, Lion's Journal, Sex

Mrs. Lion continues to astound me with her ability to understand and then own my forced chastity. Last night I was released for a “stretch”. She played with me right up to the edge. Excellent tease and deny! She left me uncaged after she stopped. A half hour later, she resumed her activity. This was great for a couple of reasons: It is always fun to be teased by my love, and I need some recovery time before I can really enjoy sex after being locked up for days. The first stimulation takes a while to get me hard and the sensations are mixed at first. This is probably due to my body adjusting to its new freedom.

The second time she played with me, I was enjoying every second. When I got close, she asked, “Would you like to come?”

I said, “Yes Ma’am.”

“Is it worth wearing a diaper both Monday and Tuesday nights?” I had to think about that. As I have written before, Mrs. Lion’s first creative stroke was to require me to wear a diaper from Friday until I leave for work on Monday morning. I have to use the diapers to pee. This is most definitely not a fetish of mine. Neither of us is into adult baby play or anything like it. The diaper wearing is a way for Mrs. Lion to show her control in no uncertain terms. She knows I dislike this part of our play. So, asking me to trade two nights of peeing myself in a diaper for an orgasm was not a simple decision for me.

My decision-making ability wasn’t helped by her continued stroking of my hard cock. I really wanted to come. I also really wanted to get out of diapers until my next scheduled time (Friday). I think if her lubricated hand wasn’t moving up and down my shaft, I probably would have elected to deal with the frustration. But this was too much! I said, “Yes, please!”

“Are you sure? I know you don’t like to wear these.” She held up the diaper she removed so she could unlock and play with me.

“I’m sure,” I panted.

“Ok.” Her hand moved more rapidly. I felt release building and in a few seconds her hand was bathed in the happy result.

Afterward, she asked me, “How did I do?”

I know she wasn’t referring to the hand job. She knew exactly how she did with that. She was asking about her new found dominance. “You are amazing,” I told her.

“It was ok?”

“Absolutely,” I said, “You offered me a tough choice. You know I hate wearing a diaper and you knew I really wanted to come. It was brilliant!”

“I’m glad it worked for you,” she said in a quiet voice.

She hasn’t yet internalized her role. I know she is still doing it just because I want it. But I have hope. Even if this doesn’t turn out to be her favorite hobby, I think she is getting comfortable in her role. Mrs. Lion is truly an amazing woman!

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In: Male Chastity

It’s been over a month that I am living in my cage. Over that time, I have been wild for one full day and a couple of nights.  Most of the time when I am dressed, I am not consciously aware of my captivity. But some of my most basic male instincts remind me on a regular basis. I have always enjoyed seeing a nice female ass. It’s not that my mouth drops open in wonder, but I like the view. When I see one now, I remember my cage and my interest is strongly diminished. This is really odd. I never had any interest in trying to have sex with the women that caught my attention. But I did feel a pleasant twinge. Now, the twinge is gone and my interest can only be described as academic.

This is massively irrational. My reaction to a visual stimulus that never had any chance of turning into anything real has literally turned off just because my penis is locked up. My hormones are still working. Mrs. Lion has little trouble getting me to stand at attention. Something has changed. I could explain this more easily if before being caged I actually chased females who attracted me. But I didn’t. I really liked looking, but I have never had an inclination to go further. In short, nothing has changed except my cage.

How can a little cage on my weenie modify behavior? There are male fantasy stories of men, when locked up magically find themselves submissive slaves of their keyholders. That, of course, is just fantasy. My change is subtle. I suspect that it is caused by the fact that now I know I couldn’t actually do anything even if I wanted. There is a big gap between “won’t” and “can’t”. I used to live in the world of “won’t.” Now I simply can’t.

This is profound. I am experiencing a true loss of control. No woman would have sex with me even if I could pry my penis out of its cage. She would know I was doing something wrong. I might be able to masturbate, but it is simply more trouble than it is worth. Mrs. Lion has full control of my ability to have sex. I knew this, of course, when I asked her to lock me up. But there is a big difference between knowing and internalizing. It took a while, but now I have fully internalized the implications of having my penis in a cage.

I am pretty sure that Mrs. Lion doesn’t realize how profound this is. How could she? Female sexuality is so different. The key is that I remember she can’t realize what this means to me. I love it when she teases me. I am careful to let her know how much I like it. It’s hard for her to internalize that I like her making me suffer by being horny without the possibility of release. Forced chastity is all about those frustrations. It’s fun for me up to a point. Of course, when I reach that point nothing changes. I will just have to manage sexual frustration and like it. I’ll try. I have no choice.

 

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In: Male Chastity

Too much sex? Impossible! Well, maybe given my recent captivity that is my not-so-sad situation. Over the last decade, Mrs. Lion has learned to read my not very subtle signals. When I am horny, I tend to “scooch” over on the bed to get closer to her. I may also paw her more than usual. She generally laughs when I do it and teases me about needing something. As I mentioned in an earlier post, my sexual timing is pretty predictable. Around three days after coming, I get restless and clearly horny. Last night I hit that point.

I scooched. Mrs. Lion responded with amazing oral sex. She has committed to being more active in my chastity. I think she is also trying hard to respond to my “needs”. As a result, I am concerned that maybe I am indirectly demanding sex I shouldn’t be getting. Am I calling the shots? What about tease and deny? These questions keep running through my head.

We didn’t start caging me to see how long I could go without squirting. At least I didn’t. I wanted Mrs. Lion to control at least the sexual use of my penis. I want her to decide what satisfaction I get. I also want to play with tease and denial. But that’s what I want. My strongest wish is that I do what she wants.

This sets up a serious dilemma: If I just leave things to her, I am indirectly pressuring her to take full control of a situation she may not feel ready to assume. If I suggest things in my lion-like way, I am topping from the bottom. When we discuss this, she generally responds with, “I will do better,” which suggests that she thinks I am being critical of her lion taming. This is a lose/lose situation.

There is only one way to work our way out of this: we need to keep talking. I need to keep reinforcing how much I appreciate what she is doing for and to me. How even though I may “hate” being so frustrated, having my butt smacked, or being forced to spend my weekend in diapers, I really appreciate that she is doing all this because it is “good for me,” and ultimately, us.

The fact is, she is doing a wonderful job as a beginner. She is learning quickly and I am deeply grateful for her willingness to meet this need. I love Mrs. Lion more every day.