As you may have read, I “spilled” salsa on my shirt Friday night at dinner. We went out for Mexican food. Every single time we do that, I end up getting salsa on my shirt. This time, I paid attention to what was going on when this happened. I dipped a corn chip into the salsa and brought it to my mouth. This particular chip had a structural defect. It broke before I could get it into the safety of my oral cavity. The chip with its payload of salsa tumbled to my chest leaving a telltale red spot. Mrs. Lion, who was sitting directly across from me, noticed that and gave me her you’re-going-to-get-your-butt-swatted smile. She wondered out loud why I want to go to Mexican restaurants. Because I like the food.
You might also wonder why I find it exciting to have a chastity device locked on my penis. On the surface it makes very little sense. The purpose of the device is to prevent sexual activity of any kind. This includes harmless erections as well as massively horrible cheating with another woman; at least that’s what we tell ourselves.
Without exception, those of us who wear these devices find it sexually exciting to do so. Obviously, this is massively illogical. I find wearing the device that won’t even let me get hard, a turn on? So, I get turned on doing something that makes it impossible for me to express that arousal.
No wonder the fantasies about enforced male chastity are so obviously wrong. We don’t like doing something that makes absolutely no sense. Locking up our cocks to get turned on is very difficult to rationalize. One way to try, is to sort of back into the process. If we say that our keyholder insists on keeping us locked up as a way of “convincing” us to perform (fill in the blank here with a chore or sexual favor), we become hapless victims being led around by our penises.
At least that make some sort of sense. Most guys are at least half convinced that women use sex as a way of controlling them. Enforced male chastity is the physical manifestation of this manipulation. From the male perspective this is a hot, bondage fantasy. Somehow, we got convinced to allow our keyholder to lock us in a device. Once in, we’re done. Orgasms become rare rewards for services rendered.
Are we males stupid enough to fall for this blatantly obvious manipulation? Of course not! Are women really that venal? No! It makes a good story.
Reality is much simpler. Some of us, especially me, find the idea of sexual control very hot. I also like the idea being tied up. A male chastity device offers both control and bondage in the same little package. When I first thought about this many years ago, I was writing reviews of sex toys. I was offered samples of various male chastity devices for review. I got very excited anticipating the arrival of each toy.
When one arrived I would put it on and snap the lock closed. I would wear it about a day. Even though I got very aroused thinking about being locked in a chastity device, once I was in I just felt a little uncomfortable and not at all turned on. I did get to sample a lot of interesting stuff. I was even fitted for an Access Denied full chastity belt. This included two fittings and measuring at manufacturer’s offices. The fittings and measuring was sort of sexy fun, but living in the device did nothing for me.
I realize that a lot of other guys get turned on by wearing the device and holding their own keys. That just didn’t work for me. To me, bondage involved someone else controlling if and when I get released. I didn’t realize that at the time. I just figured the reality of enforced chastity didn’t live up to my mental pictures of it.
Many years later, when I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me in a chastity device, I wasn’t sure how it would play. As it turned out, she wasn’t either. To my great surprise, I found the experience compelling. By actually surrendering control of my penis to her, all the excitement I used to feel anticipating lockup, continued in real life. Because she controls it, the chastity device is true bondage. Feeling it locked around my penis is still a turn on.
Perhaps my imagination isn’t vivid enough to support one-person lockup. I don’t know. But I do know that both of us really like having my penis under Mrs. Lion’s control. She isn’t all that excited about hardware. I guess that’s my thing. But she absolutely likes total sexual control of my penis. She doesn’t care if it’s locked up or not as long as she is the only one who has the ability to make me ejaculate.
My love of hardware isn’t strictly limited to a chastity device. I purchased a locking cock ring that only Mrs. Lion can remove. I find wearing it just as exciting as being locked into my Jail Bird.
That may seem odd since the locking cock ring allows me full access to my penis and allows it to achieve a complete erection. There is no functional, sexual bondage. It may shorten the effective length of my erection (the rings take up some of the space-see picture). But it doesn’t prevent me from masturbating or having other sorts of sex.
Of course, that’s no longer necessary. I’m well trained not to play with myself or engage in any physical sexual activity. I don’t need a cage for that. To me, the locking cock ring is an non-removable symbol of Mrs. Lion’s ownership of my penis. I can take off my wedding ring, of course I won’t, but the locking cock ring isn’t going anyplace. I love that.
I know that after the smoke clears from my surgery, I’ll probably be back in the chastity device again. We’ll have to see if that changes either of our feelings about me being locked up. I wonder.