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In: Male Chastity, Orgasm

I decided I needed some practice in the art of oral stimulation last night. Lion is, of course, very willing to be my guinea pig. He just doesn’t like when I stop before he gets over the top. It is more difficult to edge him in that position but I think I did a pretty good job. Practice makes perfect. I did relent at the end and give him an orgasm.

A while afterwards, he was reading about his surgery and sharing different aspects of it with me. I was going to tell him to put the ring on before he got ready for bed, but it was hard to get a word in. Then Lion asked me if I wanted the ring on. I got him locked up with just a few pinches.

There’s no reason for him to be locked up from a masturbating viewpoint. He’s just had an orgasm. The risk would be low. But he’s been well-trained not to do it even without the cage. So why put the cage back on?

Right now Lion is worried about his surgery. He’s worried about the recovery. He’s worried about being in the hospital for three days without me. He needs a form of security. The Jail Bird locked around my weenie lets him know that I’m with him even when I’m not. Call it his security blanket. It may not be as nice as my hand hanging onto him, but it’s like I’m saying, “I’ve got you.” Who wouldn’t like that?

Lion’s surgery has been rescheduled to Tuesday so I’ll probably keep him locked up until Monday night. Not that I won’t unlock him between now and then. I just think he needs the comfort for now. And, once he’s home and we know how he’s recuperating, we can decide when he feels well enough to be locked up again. There’s no rush. I’ll physically be with him to make him feel safe and secure.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity
1 inch chastity cage on penis
To my surprise, the 1 inch cage fits on without extra skin flowing out from behind.
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After being teased within an inch of ejaculation Sunday night, I asked Mrs. Lion if I would be locked up again. I suggested perhaps the Jail Bird would be in order since I was so horny.

Sunday night was my seventh day of waiting. I know that’s not very long for a lot of people, but I generally get to come every four or five days. I admit I wanted to wear the cage again. It enhances my feeling of being owned by Mrs. Lion. It also prevents any erections, even small ones. I really like those erections, but they do feel a bit like I’m cheating when I get them without Mrs. Lion’s help.

Enforced male chastity appears very simple at first glance. Buy a cage, lock it on, and give the key to your partner. Wait. While waiting, feel delightful tingles of unrequited horniness. That’s the formula. We’ve followed it for over five years. Then, because I needed shoulder surgery, the cage came off for months. It turned out that it was absolutely no problem for me to avoid masturbating. Years of orgasm control had done their work.

urethra poking out of a male chastity device
When everything is lined up; my urethra peaks out of the center opening. Peeing is no problem then. Should it slip down a bit, there will be a messy spray.
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This training opened up some new possibilities. I could wear a locking cock ring that reminded me of who I belong to.  It’s true, I do like wearing the cage. I think Mrs. Lion enjoys it when I am locked up. The only reason I asked to be unlocked is that when my urethra gets out of alignment with the center opening in the cage, peeing becomes very messy. It’s really nice to get up in the middle of the night, wander half-asleep into the bathroom, and know I can hit the bowl without really looking. When I have the cage on, I don’t have that luxury.

I have absolutely no other reason not to wear it. About a week from now I’ll be going in for surgery. I expect that Mrs. Lion will let me remain wild for a while after the operation. I’ll be in the hospital for a few days and then recovering at home for about a month. I expect that sometime during my recovery, the cage will go back on.

I suppose that the whole business of wearing or not wearing a chastity device has more to do with what the caged male wants than anything else. The fantasy is that we are locked up by our keyholders so that they can better control our access to sex.

The reality is that if we accept orgasm control, then mechanical control isn’t necessary. I think that most of us like the idea of penis bondage. I like that Mrs. Lion has physical control over my genitals. I’ve never been entirely sure whether or not she cares that she does.

Certainly, there are times when I am unhappy about wearing a cage. That’s generally when I have to sit for long periods of time at my desk and I’m wearing fairly tight jeans. At those times, the cage can pinch me and require frequent little adjustments. Sometimes, after a day like that, Mrs. Lion will discover red spots when she unlocks me for teasing. In the scope of things this is very minor.

We really haven’t reached any solid agreement about keeping me in a chastity device. I spent over three years in my Jail Bird, only being released for teasing and cleaning. Since the surgery, I’ve had periods of being allowed to run wild, and most recently locked into a locking cock ring. The locking ring feels to me very much like the Jail Bird. The big difference, of course, is that I can have a full erection while wearing the ring.

Once I am through the surgery and competent to walk around safely, I expect that the Jail Bird will go back on. I plan to ask Mrs. Lion to swap it for the HT Nub I want to test and then review. I have to admit I’ve missed my cage. It feels good to be a caged lion again.

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In: Male Chastity, Mrs Lion Comments
hairless and naked with chastity device locked on
Here’s my Lion hairless and caged. He has some marks from the wax being pulled off.
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I own a hairless Lion. Well, he has hair on his head and arms but he’s bare everywhere else. I’m sure I missed a few hairs here and there. As I told him, he got what he paid for.

I’m not sure if the extra attention prompted his horniness but he was definitely wide awake and looking for action last night. Like a good Lioness, I played with him. And left him even hornier. He asked if I was going to put him in the cage. I wondered if he wanted the Jail Bird on. He did.

It’s not that I’m worried about him masturbating. I think we’re way past that stage. But when he’s this horny, I think he needs to feel controlled more than other times. The Jail Bird definitely sends the message that the weenie between his legs is not his. It may be attached to him, but it’s mine and I can lock it away any time I want. It’s for his own good, after all. I wouldn’t want him to be tempted.

Lion felt the need to remind me that he’s been waiting a week. And then he reminded me again. And, just for laughs, he reminded me again. The thing is, he hasn’t been horny all that time. He’s been tired and worried and I’ve been unable to rouse him. So, in my book, he’s really only waited the length of time he’s actually been horny – since Saturday. That’s the patented Lioness 3.0 algorithm for Lion wait times.

Poor Lion.

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In: Punishment, Lion's Journal, Spanking

It seems to me that people read about enforced male chastity when they are horny and are looking for titillation, not information. I get that. I have to say that most of my early reading on the subject was fodder for my masturbation fantasies. I certainly don’t object when I read something that gets me hard. Of course, it’s been years since I’ve been allowed to do anything about it when I do. Oh well.

Mrs. Lion and I aren’t inclined to write erection-producing posts. One of our primary purposes is to provide accurate information for people who are interested in the subjects we discuss. I’m not saying that what we do doesn’t usually make me hard; it does. Even when I’m writing factual posts, Mrs. Lion’s weenie pokes up from under my desk.

There’s nothing wrong with being aroused when reading a sexual topic. It’s natural. I know I’m not offended if you get a boner reading about my adventures. I sometimes get one when I write about them.

In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion discussed what may become a necessary step in teaching me to accept sufficiently large doses of discipline. She noted that I wasn’t doing a good job staying in position when the spanking got tough. She went on to say that she could cure this by tying me to the bed. Mrs. Lion isn’t sure that’s a good idea. After all, I get turned on by being tied up. I have to remind her that I also get turned on thinking about being spanked.

It’s the fact that it’s a turn on to be spanked that brings me meekly to the foot of the bed and into position to receive a beating. I’ve noted that other bloggers are similarly motivated. That initial arousal disappears pretty quickly. I’d suggest that I might get turned on as she puts the restraints on me and fastens me to the bed. I’m pretty sure that arousal would disappear quickly as the pain of her spanking reached my addled brain.

We’ve always contended with activities that can be fun in one context, and sheer hell in another. Spanking, of course, is the prime example of this. I’ve always been turned on by spanking. I now have well over five years experience where spanking is anything but a turn on. As I see it, there’s absolutely no reason why bondage can’t be a utilitarian part of punishment even though in another context it gives me a boner.

In fact, perverting things that are normally arousing into unpleasant experiences could be a sort of sadistic game. Since we have years of experience with spanking, we know that no matter how many painful spankings I get, the turn on doesn’t go away even though virtually all my recent experience with it has been very unpleasant. Sometimes, thinking about a punishment spanking turns me on. This has to be the very definition of perversion.

Is Mrs. Lion suggesting that if I can become aroused by a punishment, after the fact, the punishment is actually fun? I’m sure it isn’t. It’s that very odd twisting of a painful experience into an arousing memory that keeps me docile.

You would think that if my memory of a punishment spanking gets me hard, I would want another. After all, it’s arousing. No, that’s not true. I also remember how miserable I was each time that paddle landed on my bottom. Each swat felt like a tongue of fire burning into my ass. At the time I wanted nothing more than for it to stop.

I understand what brought me all that pain: I interrupted my lioness. I’m going to do my very best to avoid repeating it. I don’t want another spanking. Even if I knew that next time I break a rule she will tie me to the bed spread eagle, I may get hot thinking about how that feels, but I promise you I don’t think it’s worth it. I know that within a few seconds of her paddle starting to land on my butt, I’m a very unhappy lion.

lion's balls on rough punishment stool.
The rough, coconut fibers of the punishment stool dig into Lion’s tender, burning balls.
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Mrs. Lion has actually been playing with this concept. About a week ago, because she had a sore arm, she punished me by slathering maximum-strength Icy Hot on my balls. She then made me sit on my punishment stool. I got no relief and was not allowed to clean myself off. I absolutely hated the experience.

But wait! Doesn’t Mrs. Lion use the same Icy Hot on my balls for play? She does. She is a little bit more willing to let me wash it off if it gets too painful. Most of the time though, I have to endure the total burn. The only difference is that during play she keeps me hard and very aroused. The arousal masks most of the pain.

The difference between punishment and play can be as simple as context. The same activities that produce identical sensations, can in one context be arousing and fun. In a different context, they can be sheer agony. I suppose that just as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, punishment is in the mind of the victim.

The real difference is that in the context of play I get to decide when I’ve had enough. When I’m being punished, on the other hand, I have no vote. The painful sensations will go on until Mrs. Lion decides I’ve learned my lesson. So, when punishment begins I may perceive it as exciting fun. As it goes on, I learn unmistakably that what’s happening isn’t for my entertainment.

That initial boner is Mrs. Lion’s helper, keeping me a cooperative lamb to the slaughter. She knows that when it’s too late I will discover the error of my erection.