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Yesterday we did some yardwork. Lion mowed the lawn with the garden tractor and I mowed where he couldn’t reach. We were both pretty wiped out by the time we were done. It doesn’t take much to make us tired because we’re so out of shape. Today I’m determined to clean the deck off with the leaf blower. Having a giant pine tree living in the middle of the deck, spewing needles and cones, creates a huge mess.

Later on I’ll do some manscaping. Lion used the hair remover on his balls but he didn’t quite get all the hair. I think it did a pretty good job. He may need to do it more often to get all of it. I need to use the epilator on his tummy and buns. It’s been a long time since I’ve done it and he’s got some fairly long hair on his butt.

Last night I told Lion I didn’t care about his aversion to Velcro. He didn’t want me to use it because we think it gave him a sore on my weenie. I think it was a combination of the tiny teeth and the fact that I put it on extremely tight last time. Not only was I not going to put it on so tight, but I was also going to put it on teeth-side out. In actuality I got him a bit more erect than I should have. The Velcro had no effect whatsoever. Bummer. Oh well. He was sporting a nice erection.

Since the Velcro didn’t work out I decided to give him some love taps in the balls. I never hit very hard but he tends to wince each time. A long time ago he told me I could hit harder and now he can’t take it. The balls must get wimpy with age.

I edged him a lot. I got very close. Then closer. And then I stroked him and stopped and stroked and stopped before he even got to the edge. I wanted him frustrated. It was working. I hadn’t really thought about giving him an orgasm but as I got closer it crossed my mind. And when I got to be more relentless at the edge I figured he was thinking he’d get a ruined orgasm if I wasn’t careful. But no. I went over the top and gave him a full orgasm.

We didn’t talk about it afterwards so I don’t know how it compared with his last orgasm. I also haven’t given him an oral orgasm since he asked me to give him a hand job. Maybe his next one will be oral so he can make some comparisons.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity
three ways to fasten a security device
Lockup three ways. Left: security screw. Center: padlock. Right: security seal. (click image for larger view)

I’m beginning to think that numbered, plastic seals are better than padlocks on a male chastity device. The padlocks promote the idea that the device is inescapable. Only someone with the key can free the penis inside. Of course that isn’t true. All practical male chastity devices can be escaped if the wearer is determined. So the lock isn’t really a way to insure the wearer can’t get out.

Almost every guy who is locked in a device has an emergency key or knows where his keyholder keeps the key. Some actually have the key and are expected not to use it unless instructed to do so. I don’t have a key and there is no emergency key for me to use. All the keys are in a secure safe I  can’t open.  If I figure out the combination, I could get the key, temporarily release her weenie, play with it, and lock up again. She would be none the wiser. For the record, I have no desire to do that.

If, however, Mrs. Lion uses the numbered seals we have, the only way I can conveniently escape is by cutting the seal. If replace it later, Mrs. Lion will know because the number on the seal won’t match her record of the one she put on me. In this case we are looking for tamper detection, not prevention. These seals are used to protect all sorts of valuable things, from truck cargo, to tool boxes. The idea isn’t to prevent access as much as detect it if it happens. That’s perfect for enforced male chastity.

I have one problem with using our plastic seals full time: They allow the Jail Bird to wobble too much when a seal replaces the security screw we have now. Our current seals look like little padlocks. Only one kind fits the small screw hole. I only have three of this type right now. I’ve ordered some new ones that may do the trick.

What is needed is a small zip tie with a numbered tag. The drum seal (left) looks like the answer. The problem is that the “cable” is too thick for the security screw hole. If I can find one with a smaller diameter, it can be tightened to securely hold the cage to the base ring. This particular seal is meant to “lock” steel drums.

It may be that if we want to go with pull-tight numbered seals on the Jail Bird we will have to get the base ring hole enlarged to accommodate the light duty seals. That’s a fairly radical move. If we do that, the security screw won’t work. Also, the seals most likely to fit are sold in cases of 1,000. That’s not a big issue, but I need a sample to assure the seal will work.

The plastic cage is stable with the padlock-type seals we have now (Top image, right). We have to continue testing to assure the plastic cage I have is going to be comfortable enough for full-time wear.

Most importantly, Mrs. Lion has to approve this change in locking. I also have to discover if the seal gives me any trouble in daily life. My guess is that I won’t even notice the change.

The big advantage of this locking method is the increased security and ease of removal. It makes the concept of an emergency key obsolete and provides me with an easy way out if needed. Most importantly, the device can’t be removed without revealing the act to my keyholder.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

This weekend we were going to try the plastic seals with the Jail Bird to see if I could leave Lion locked up while I’m away. Yesterday he tried it on his own and discovered the plastic ties made the cage too wobbly. That’s what I was afraid of. Never fear. We have alternatives.

My first thought was going back to the container Lion attached to his keychain. I can put a label across the cap to secure it. It the label is removed I’ll know. If Lion changes the label I’ll know. I can still have him take pictures of the container to prove the label is the same one I put on it. The problem with this is that every day wear and tear in his pocket has a tendency to degrade the label.

I can lock him in the nylon cage. In a week he should get too stinky. He can stay somewhat clean with daily showers. He can cut the locking tag off in an emergency. He can take a picture to prove it’s the same tag I put on when I locked him away.

We can find a different plastic seal that fits the Jail Bird better. There must be something out there. I think we’d both prefer the Jail Bird because it looks better and is easier to clean. But I won’t waste too much sleep trying to figure it out.

I can leave him wild. He’s wild now. He goes about his business without cheating. It’s not that I don’t trust him. I was just thinking the cage was the next best thing to my being with him. If I can’t hold my weenie, then the cage could do it for me. It’s a reminder that it’s my weenie even if I’m not right there with Lion.

I’m not sure which option I’ll choose. Perhaps there are other options I haven’t thought of. And, of course, Lion wants to know if he’ll be locked up full time even after I get back. Despite my telling him I don’t know, he asked again yesterday. I don’t know. I’m not sure. The more he asks the less inclined I am to do it. And then I think about his statements after I do lock him up and I’m even less inclined. The grass is always greener. When he’s wild he wants to be locked up and when he’s locked up he yearns to be wild. Let’s figure out the lock issues for my trip and then we’ll deal with any future stints in the cage.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

Mrs. Lion has written about locking me in a male chastity device while she is away for a week. This is noteworthy for three reasons: She almost never discusses locking me up. She has always allowed me to be wild when we are apart. Most surprisingly, she wants me to send pictures proving I’m still locked. She said she’ll like seeing them.

I haven’t said a word about being locked up for weeks. These comments are all Mrs. Lion’s. I am currently wild. Ive been this way for a while. It’s working for us. I think the chastity device is changing roles. I wore it for years with only tiny breaks for teasing. It was something I initiated and Mrs. Lion enforced. Apparently, it is now something she puts on me when it suits her. In the current case, she wants me in a device when she is away.

She may have liked this concept before when I took business trips. She held off because even with a plastic, numbered seal, I had no real access to a way to cut it off. TSA confiscates nail clippers and scissors in luggage. In fact, it’s easy to get a nail clipper at any hotel. But, she was concerned.

With me home, there is no such concern. If I need to escape, I have all sorts of tools to cut the seal. You could also argue that I cold have an emergency key to open the standard locks we have for our devices. The plastic seal is much more secure. There is unmistakable, visual evidence that I tampered with the device. If my daily (?) picture shows a different serial number, she knows I took the device off.  It’s much more secure.

She will be away for eight days. Until now, the longest I have gone without an unlock for play has been three days. The cage is only off for an hour or less, but it does come off. This time, I will go eight days (and nights) in continuous lockup. This will be a personal record.

Mrs. Lion trusts me. She knows I won’t jerk off. This has been her rationale for leaving me be wild when I travel on business. I believe that Mrs. Lion now sees the chastity device in a different light. It’s a very tangible sign of her ownership.

I don’t think that the idea the cage prevented erections ever resonated with Mrs. Lion. It’s a particularly male view of enforced chastity. I think 2.0 has her own unique view of locking me in a chastity device. She sees it as assertion of her ownership. It seems that 2.0 likes the thought of owning my (her!) penis. She enjoys locking it in a chastity device as a visual way to assert that ownership. She wrote about that on Thursday.

She’s been edging me much more aggressively as well. She appears to be less concerned about an accidental ruined orgasm. Edging is also a strong sign of possession. She knows that if it were up to me, when I get so aroused I would like to ejaculate. But it’s her penis and she wants it ready for play tomorrow and the next day. Ejaculation would ruin her fun.

My view of her possession has always been around sex. I thought that she liked the idea that I couldn’t get hard unless she unlocked me. Again, this is a male concept. She said she doesn’t really care about erections that she doesn’t create. The chastity device isn’t there to prevent them. It’s there as concrete evidence that the weenie is hers and hers alone. Even though it is attached to me, she owns it. She can prove that ownership unmistakably by locking it in a chastity device.

Up until now, she never demanded proof it was in place. Why should she? She sees it when she leaves for work and it is still in place when we get home. In fact, she doesn’t have to think about it at all. Maybe that’s why keeping me wild is fine with her. There is no particular excitement about my locked weenie. However, now that she is planning her trip, she finds that seeing photographic proof of my chastity is appealing. I don’t want to make too much of this. It’s a nice way to connect sexually while we are apart. I like her assertion of her possession. The idea that the chastity device isn’t about sexual control, but instead is all about ownership is exciting to me.

She doesn’t want me to masturbate because that would be using something that belongs to her without her permission. She considered having me jerk off for her while she watches, but she rejected the idea. She didn’t want to risk that I might get a taste for it again and when wild, do it on my own.

The thing about enforced chastity as well as prohibitions, like no masturbation is that they are negative. Thanking me for not jerking off makes no sense. The same is true with the chastity device. If it just hangs there between my legs, it becomes a routine part of me. It’s there whenever she looks at me. By extension, the same is true of my penis. It’s just there.

I think that we both like it when we are reminded that it’s her weenie. Is there a way to make the chastity device an active reminder? Or, is there some other way? Sending pictures certainly forces us both to consciously think about her ownership. Maybe that is a way to keep our power exchange front of mind.

Mrs. Lion is very creative. She doesn’t always say what she has thought about. If she takes her filter off, I’ll bet she can help us find a way to make this most intimate form of power exchange remain in the foreground. Maybe the cage needs to go back on full time. We’ll have to wait and see.