one cheek sized paddle
Lion is getting a wooden visit tonight. He’s owed some punishments.
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I know I’ve only put it on Lion twice now and taken it off twice, but I’m already tired of fiddling with the locking cock ring. It’s very finicky when it comes to lining the hole up to put the security screw in. With the cage, it’s obvious which way it goes on. Since the ring is just a ring, it can go on either way. Except it can’t. There’s only one correct way and it’s not evident which way that is. And then I have to mess around with the threads on the screw.

Swat a Lion. Jerk him off. Lock him up. Such a rough life I have.

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The cock ring is hard to install particularly when not centered.
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Maybe it’s a good argument for playing with Lion while he’s in the ring. If I don’t take him out, I don’t have to put him back in. Too bad I don’t really like playing with him in the ring. Maybe it’s just a matter of doing it over and over again. Maybe it will slowly sink into my thick head which way the ring goes on so all I have to do is mess with the threads. And maybe the threads will ease up after a while.

I know. I know. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Lion isn’t the only one who can whine. Actually, I’m attempting to give good feedback about the locking cock ring even if I am whining about it. Poor me. I have such a rough life. Swat a Lion. Jerk him off. Lock him up. Such a rough life.

We just had five wonderful days together. We didn’t really do much. I did manage to get Lion mostly hair-free. I’m sure there are stragglers I missed. There always are. Even with my glasses on and lots of light. I also gave Lion a Christmas eve orgasm.

I’ll probably unlock him tonight and edge him. And then I’ll wrestle the screw back in there to lock him away again. I’ve been nicer to Lion than I should have been when it comes to punishment. I owe him. This morning he spilled something on the comforter. He did it the other day too and I let it go because he wasn’t feeling well. Actually, I forgot, but then he wasn’t feeling well. So I owe him for a few things. Poor Lion butt.

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This little security screw locking a cage around my penis is a powerful symbol of our devotion to each other.

On Christmas night, Mrs. Lion locked me into my Jail Bird chastity device. I was concerned. After I had it on only an hour, I asked her to take it off. It felt fine locked around my cock. My problem was that something, maybe the side effects of the eye medicine I’m taking make me feel unsteady. I was concerned about peeing into the toilet without falling over. She understood and unlocked me.

I commented that I thought she was going to lock me into the cock ring. She said that her post made it clear the Jail Bird was coming. I misunderstood. Yesterday morning, I told her that I felt steady enough to manage the Jail Bird if she wished.

I don’t think it is important to her if I wear any device on my penis. I’m pretty sure that’s true of almost all keyholders. How often does a woman think about her man’s cock? I’d be very surprised if Mrs. Lion gives any thought to the state of my dick. Yes, she likes seeing it hard; but does she care whether or not it’s sporting hardware?

She probably thinks about my wedding ring a lot more than any chastity device I might be wearing.There’s a good reason for this. My cock, at worst is an instrument of betrayal if it is involved with another female. So long as it remains her exclusive sexual property, it’s of little interest unless she wants to use it.

We guys, on the other hand, spend a lot of time thinking about our cocks. Those of us into male chastity can become obsessed with the idea of penis bondage. We try to get our partners invested too. Mrs. Lion is willing to support me. She has taken ownership of my penis (her weenie) and the hardware she locks onto it.

She does it because she knows it’s what I want. She’s even willing to assume the behavior of true owner and keyholder because I want it. I love her for that. I would love for her to actually embrace male chastity and FLR. It is the narrative of my fantasies.

I don’t expect her to do that. It makes no real sense in the context of who she is. There might be a more realistic goal. First, no device is  needed for me to not masturbate or have sex with others. I know how important it is for her that she and only she provide me with sexual release. I really like knowing how important that is to her. I won’t betray her.

Over the years, Mrs. Lion has written about my locking penis devices as a concrete sign of my commitment to her. I don’t think she believes it, but the concept is very close to how I feel about it. I’ve long ceased to consider a chastity device a way to assure I won’t jerk off. That’s why the locking cock ring is just as effective for me. I consider it a symbol, one I can’t remove, of our commitment to each other.

It’s obvious that having it locked on my penis is a more graphic version of my wedding ring, so it’s easy to understand why I consider it a powerful symbol. The reason she might is more subtle.

When she locks a device on me — the fact it is my penis isn’t really that relevant — she is symbolically claiming me as her own. She’s marked her claim. This isn’t literally true. It’s, as I said, subtle. Servicing it — putting it on and taking it off — might be considered a ritual that underlines our commitment to each other. I surrender control of my favorite toy and she accepts it as a way of showing her love for me. I never lock or unlock myself. It’s an event we share; a ritual.

The devices keep these wonderful, positive values close to the surface of our marriage. Demonstrating our devotion to each other is never further away than the security screw securing a device to my penis.

As advertised, I locked Lion into the Jail Bird last night. He seemed surprised. Hadn’t I said in my post that the best Christmas present would be locking him in the Jail Bird? I even said I wondered how long it would be before he complained about peeing in it or pinching. Oh well.

It turns out it didn’t take long at all for Lion to question its presence. He wondered how long it would be on. I told him approximately 24 hours. It wouldn’t be a long sentence. It was really only on there because he kept vigorously hinting that I could use either the Jail Bird or the locking cock ring. I figured since he probably wouldn’t be wearing any clothes, last night into today would be the perfect time for him to wear it. What bothered him about it was that he’s been unsteady on his feet lately. Whether it’s a medication thing or something else, he has definitely been wobbly. I’ve rescued him a few times from almost falling into the shower.

It’s a good thing I’m nice. I unlocked Lion again and left him wild. He thought I’d put the locking cock ring on. Nope. The cock ring didn’t seem appropriate. He’s made it clear that he wants/needs something locked on him. If I wanted him in the Jail Bird and he couldn’t do it then wouldn’t the cock ring be a sort of reward? I didn’t get the Jail Bird so he shouldn’t get the cock ring.

This morning Lion said he feels more stable. I could put the Jail Bird on if I want. It seems silly, but the moment has passed. I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it. Am I mad at Lion for not being able to handle the Jail Bird? No. I just don’t feel a pressing need to put it on him. Well, maybe it’s also a little bit of Lion-can’t-always-have-what-Lion-wants. Lets face it, Lion gets what he wants a lot. (Not that I don’t. It’s just not a sex thing.) Sometimes I need to remind him of who’s in charge. The Jail Bird, or the locking cock ring, will go on when I say.

Christmas was peaceful and full of love here. An unexpected package arrived early in the evening on Christmas Eve. It was a box of bagels from Zabar’s in New York. My daughter sent them to us. It’s an amazing treat to have New York bagels.

We’re both from New York. I’m from Manhattan and Mrs. Lion from Upstate. I grew up on deli food. After the bagels arrived, we planned to go to the only “real” deli we know about in our part of the country. Mrs. Lion looked it up to be sure they were open. We were going to eat dinner there and buy some lox (Jewish smoked salmon). I love lox, cream cheese and a slice of tomato on a bagel.

Sadly, the deli was closed; permanently. What a tragedy! Oh well, toasted bagel with cream cheese is nice too. On Christmas morning, we both woke up at about 8am. Mrs. Lion got dressed. I asked why. She told me she was heading to town (5 miles away) to buy some lox. She did some research and discovered that Safeway sold small packages of it.

I told her that she didn’t have to bother. She insisted. A half hour later she got back and I had a New York bagel and lox for breakfast. What a treat! I had no idea that I would end up with this amazing delicacy. What a lioness!

It’s moments like this that characterize our marriage. Our FLRD and enforced male chastity are other gifts from Mrs. Lion. She lost her libido several years ago, yet she keeps my sex life alive and well. That’s a lot of work for her. I’m very grateful.

I have no idea how I managed to be this lucky. I don’t know what she sees in me that makes it worth her effort to do so much for me. I’m very grateful.