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In: Mrs Lion Comments

Poor Lion is suffering. He is so horny he just keeps telling me how horny he is, especially after I’ve teased him. Is it my fault I’m so good at teasing him? Yeah. Sort of. But he’s encouraged me so he gets part of the credit. Practice makes perfect.

Speaking of practice, I decided that even though Lion had nothing on his punishment list, I needed practice swatting and he needed practice not moving. I didn’t give him many swats, but they were fairly hard. He yelled into the pillow but he stayed still.

Last night I pulled out my small bag of tricks; the one with the clothespins, Velcro and a piece of rope, among other things. The first thing my hand touched was the tiny dollhouse clothespins. Lion cringed. I asked if he was sure he didn’t want them on the head of my cock. He most assuredly did not. I said I’d wait until he was even more horny. He said there was no amount of horniness that would make him alright with those tiny clothespins. That’s OK. I hadn’t planned on using them anyway.

I was after the boring old regular clothespins. No rough sandpaper coating. No mean, plastic ones. Just regular strength wooden ones. I put one on each booby. He hates that I call his nipples “boobies”. That’s exactly why I do it. I told him it was payback for all the women’s boobies he’s pinched and clothespinned. He insisted those women loved it. I’m sure they did, but I remembered once when he pinched my nipple as he was falling asleep. I didn’t appreciate that at all.

I proceeded to load up my balls with clothespins while stroking Mr. Weenie. I took the clothespins off his boobies and continued to stroke him. Eventually he was close so I stopped stroking and pulled off a few clothespins. They may or may not hurt going on, but they hurt more coming off. I repeated this process until all the clothespins were off and Lion was a horny puddle. He dripped pre-cum for about an hour afterwards. I think he was even dripping after I locked him away with a kiss on the tip of my weenie.

The poor thing. He says I only laugh at him when he says he’s horny. Not true. I say, “Good!” After all, a horny boy is what I’m going for.

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In: Lion's Journal

In our case, there is a substantial gap between my image of enforced chastity and the reality Mrs. Lion sees. One of the biggest challenges for me is dealing with indifference. For example, Mrs. Lion doesn’t really care if I have pubic hair or not. It’s more exciting for me to believe she prefers me bare, since that’s the way I have been since we met. Similarly, on many levels I really like the idea that she wants me locked up whether I want it or not.

When I wrote about this, her response is that I want her to lie to me. Strictly speaking, I guess that is true. Then, I started thinking back to my days as a lifestyle master. Things that were earthshakingly important to my bottom, were not very important at all to me. It’s clear to me that how much something counts is very much role dependent.

In the case of enforced chastity, the chastity device is the symbol of male surrender. What’s more, even under the best conditions, wearing the device requires some physical and emotional sacrifice. At the very least, it is impossible to forget that I have this thing locked around my genitals. If I learn that my keyholder really doesn’t care if I wear it or not, the only reason I still have it on is because I decided I want it there. It doesn’t feel too good to me to think that I can just get unlocked if I am tired of the device.

So, the “lie” that she likes me locked up is central to how I think about enforced chastity. I understand that Mrs. Lion doesn’t have the same investment in the device I do. When she tells me that she wants/likes me caged, it isn’t really a lie. It’s romantic fiction.

Domination is all about creating an emotional and physical reality for the submissive partner. As the dominant partner, the world doesn’t change experientially when the submissive enters the picture. The dominant partner still makes the same decisions for herself that she did before. Her world isn’t different. It just has a new addition.

That’s not the case for the submissive partner. His life changes a lot. In the case of enforced chastity, he loses sexual control of his penis. It may be locked in a device he can’t unlock. He is at the sexual mercy of his keyholder. The device he wears forced him to change the way he pees. It can be uncomfortable and require him to make lifestyle changes to allow him to wear it. Things just aren’t the same anymore.

The same is true for a female led relationship. A substantial part of the male’s happiness is invested in pleasing his partner. For example, knowing that my lack of pubic hair pleases Mrs. Lion and that she would make me lose it if it weren’t already gone, is a big turn on for me. I’ve made a personal change that pleases her.

The words, “I don’t care.” takes whatever they refer to out of the power exchange. If Mrs. Lion doesn’t care, then whatever it is becomes my choice. That’s fine for most things. It’s way too much trouble for her to have preferences about every little thing in my life. But if something is important for me to feel she wants, then indifference is like rejection. How can she tell?

I’m not a very subtle lion. I think it is easy to tell when I am “fishing” for a preference. I’m not so stupid that I don’t realize that chances are good she really doesn’t have a strong preference, but I want to suspend disbelief and be able to feel good about pleasing her. Every time she expresses a preference and I can fulfill it, I am happy and feel successful. Romantic fiction.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm denial

I’m not sure why Lion has been so horny lately. It’s only been a few days since his last orgasm and he’s already chomping at the bit. Sometimes I give in to his horniness. It all depends on my mood. Sometimes I like when he bucks into me so I let him keep going. Sometimes his bucking amuses me and I decide he should wait longer.

I know he likes consistency, but I don’t want to be consistent with orgasms. He should be happy he has one whenever I give him one. I know he is. I just don’t want him to count on having one every four days, or if he’s very horny, or anything like that. It’s best if change things up, especially when it comes to coming.

I haven’t made Lion wait a long time lately. I think ten days is the longest in quite some time. Maybe I should. The problem with making him wait is that I miss out on my creme filling. If I’m doing all this work to tease him and torture him, I deserve a reward. Yeah, yeah. Sure. I’m making him happy by making him unhappy, but when I want a reward I’m going to let him come so I can have my real reward. I know he doesn’t have a problem with that logic. He’ll tell me it’s perfectly fine with him anytime I want to give him an orgasm, except if I try to do it every day. He’s so agreeable to more orgasms. Of course, he’s agreeable to fewer orgasms as well. If he knows what’s good for him, he’s agreeable to anything.

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In: Lion's Journal

When I think about personal conduct, I think about two separate sets of values: morality and honor. Morals are values that come from outside. Society established them as the social currency that keeps civilization alive. I subscribe to the morals I follow, but they originated outside of me. Honor, on the other hand, reflects values that I hold in high esteem that may or may not be promoted by society.

You may be wondering what this has to do with enforced chastity. The answer is, a great deal. Consider the chastity device. Fantasies make a very big deal out of the fact that they must be inescapable. The caged male has no choice but to abstain until his keyholder unlocks him. So, some reason, if a guy can escape the device, he is free to jerk off or enjoy other use of his penis. Somehow, the essence of his chastity is dictated by the security of the hardware.

This sort of thinking leads a lot of guys to buy “secure” devices. If they are to remain chaste, they reason, the device has to be inescapable. Some go so far as to get penis piercings so that the device can be locked to their very flesh.

The way I look at it, seeking ultimate security is a fetish in itself. Enforced chastity doesn’t require such extreme measures. In fact, the only chastity device really needed is a strong sense of honor. This is the same sense of honor that a wedding vow is supposed to signify. We know how successful that is for many.

Consider a guy who has been under enforced chastity for years. He has many opportunities to spend time without his device locked on. During one of those times he is wild, he starts fantasizing and ends up jerking off. He might think it is because his keyholder hadn’t assured he remained locked when not being supervised. I don’t agree. In fact, his hormones overwhelmed his honor. It’s the same sort of thing that can happen when a guy cheats with another woman. Jerking off may not be as serious to his wife, but it is a serious lapse in his sense of honor.

I can understand how this can happen. It’s not easy to abstain. Is it easier if locked up? I don’t think so. The difference is that when locked up, the ability to follow through on the desire to ejaculate is made more difficult. Hopefully, difficult enough to give the guy a chance to reconsider what he wants to do; some time for the hormones to recede.

There are times when I really want to ejaculate. Almost all of them are when Mrs. Lion has teased me within an inch of actually coming. But then there are other times when my mind wanders to sexual topics and I just “need” to get off. This happens when I am caged and when I am wild. When I am in the chastity device, I am much more likely to try to get hard. For some reason, when wild I don’t feel an erection starting most of the time.

It may be my Jiminy Cricket sitting on my shoulder telling me that if I get hard it will be more difficult to keep my hands off my penis. Whatever it is, when wild I am far less likely to physically react to the hormones I can feel starting to flow. I don’t want to break my promise to Mrs. Lion.

An erection in my mind, is a minor sin. When I was wild, I did play with myself a little to provoke one. Almost every time I tried, I failed. I seem to have lost most of my sensitivity to my own touch. Only once or twice when I was very aroused by sexual thoughts, did I reach down and actually start an erection. I stopped before things got out of hand, so to speak.

I realize that being locked in a chastity device, at least in my case, has less to do with sexual control than it does with my fetish for bondage. Also, in an odd way, being locked up frees me to think more sexually since I know I can’t do anything about those thoughts. When wild, I have to be much more careful.

I’m not claiming that I’m now 100 percent positive I will never jerk off again. But I am confident that the odds I will really do it are very low. I am certain that the amount of security my chastity device provides is more than enough security to prevent even my most desperate need to get off from becoming a reality. The effort needed to escape would distract me sexually and long before I could get out, I would realize I don’t want to get off that badly and hurt my keyholder’s feelings by cheating on her. The device only has to be secure enough to help my honor triumph over my hormones.