Mrs. Lion has been wrestling with whether she wants to lock me into a chastity device again. It may seem like a no-brainer, but it isn’t. As she pointed out in her post yesterday, dealing with a cage requires her to manage the key and to unlock and lock me for play. The extra work is real. So are the inevitable grumblings from me when things get uncomfortable.
There is nothing new about any of this. At least that’s how it appears at first blush. But the fact is that things are different now; a lot different. Of course, nothing has changed in terms of the actual device, a Jail Bird. But circumstances have changed. For one thing, the last time I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me into a chastity device was over four years ago. At that time neither of us had any real experience with enforced male chastity.
Mrs. Lion agreed because she wanted to make me happy. She also thought I would quickly tire of being locked up and would ask her to unlock me. I didn’t. She discovered that the device helped us change and physical intimacy grew significantly. So, the caged stayed on, with short intermissions for travel, until last spring. I had to be unlocked because I underwent shoulder surgery. I stayed unlocked throughout my recuperation. I never returned to the cage.
In the months I’ve been wild, our intimacy continues. I also haven’t had any temptation to masturbate, even though I’ve had a record-breaking 28 day wait. So, it isn’t needed to keep my hands off my penis. In short, any benefits we got from locking me up remains after I was allowed to be wild.
Every practical argument to cage me has evaporated. Still, part of me wants to be caged again. It’s a totally irrational desire. The more logical side of me likes that I am wild. So many things are easier without steel locked around my cock.
The cage sits on my nightstand. It’s right there in plain view. That’s not where it belongs. Is it?
That’s the question I keep asking myself. But then I ask myself if I should answer that question. I’m sure that I shouldn’t. I may want it back on my penis, but if it, and my penis, belong to Mrs. Lion, then where it lives is none of my business.
In the past, when the cage came off, there was always an understanding that it would go back on as soon as possible. The idea it should take up residence elsewhere never came up. Even for the long hiatus during my recovery, we didn’t consider my wild state to be permanent. Then, one day a couple of months ago, I asked about the cage. Mrs. Lion asked me how I felt about being wild. I said I like it. Being wild is much more convenient and I like the erections that come up now and then. At that point it was decided that the cage didn’t have to go back on.
In the meantime, there was another change: I wasn’t earning punishment very often. It’s been weeks since the last time I needed discipline. This is either due to me learning to follow my rules, or that Mrs. Lion has been overlooking infractions. I think both are true. I have been much more careful about spilling, eating first, etc. I’m not sure that Mrs. Lion is catching and punishing me when I interrupt. It may be that I’m not interrupting as well. I don’t know.
We have a new rule that gives Mrs. Lion much more control over the remote. That seems to be going smoothly as well. The net effect of this disciplinary Valhalla is that I’m not feeling a lot of control. That’s the side effect of good behavior I guess. I suspect that the big reason I want the cage back is the lack of graphic display of lioness power. This is certainly not her fault. In fact, it’s not a problem. If anything, it is material evidence of her success as my disciplinary wife. The irony of all this doesn’t escape me.