The Protagonist

When I began this blog I intended it to chronicle my adventures with enforced male chastity. I didn’t have a clear path defined about exactly what I thought belonged here. I just figured things would take care of themselves in that respect. When you get down to the base of all this writing we’ve done, the star of the show is my penis. It’s hard to believe but well over a million words have been published about that rather small thing dangling between my legs. Like the hero in any story, my penis leads us through twists and turns that bring us in contact with other characters and deeper, more significant meaning. After all, in and of itself, the penis isn’t that interesting. Mine isn’t particularly unique. It’s a typical Western European weenie. I’m very fond of it, especially when it gets hard and makes me feel good.

It’s had lots of adventures and has been in many interesting places. I haven’t written much about that because this blog began when my penis had only one place it was allowed to go and it didn’t have many chances since we began to go there. So, it’s been getting its kicks externally. Sometimes, it does have some inside fun when Mrs. Lion takes it in her mouth and makes it feel very good. It used to produce a prodigious quantity of semen which Mrs. Lion enjoyed as a treat. Of late, very little is produced. I know she misses it. I don’t miss it when she’s in the mood to feed it to me.

Not much has been written directly about our hero. Much of the conversation has been about devices to imprison it. The reasonable amount of material is produced about ways to amuse it or cause it discomfort. Mrs. Lion has always been particularly fond of cock and ball torture (CBT). Over the years I would estimate that at least 80% of our BDSM time has been spent localized in that area between my legs. I’m not complaining. The penis has a sometimes-embarrassing way of expressing its appreciation. It’s unmistakable and extremely visible. It’s difficult to complain about something that’s going on when my penis is sticking up in the air like a flagpole. It always gives away the way I really feel.

Since we began enforced male chastity, I’ve been forbidden to bring myself to orgasm. Mrs. Lion considers masturbation a betrayal not unlike mounting another lioness. She is less concerned about me petting myself so long as it doesn’t lead to an orgasm. Every time I say this, she offers a cryptic comment about not completely agreeing that I’m allowed to do it, but also not forbidding me to touch it. [Mrs. Lion – Actually, I’ve said I don’t want him to give himself an erection.]

Some time ago I did a small survey on twitter to see how women felt about viewing naked men. I asked if they preferred naked male rear ends or full frontal views. About two thirds like to see our butts. The remaining third enjoy viewing penises. To be clear, that doesn’t mean the other two thirds don’t want to see penises, they just like male rear ends better. I asked Mrs. Lion how she felt. She said she preferred penis with the stipulation that it was erect.

That’s an interesting stipulation. I didn’t ask about the state of the penis in my survey. As being someone who has one, I can understand Mrs. Lion’s preference. I think my penis is far more attractive when erect. I think that some women consider an erect penis threatening, or at the very least, impolite. Some believe that an erection represents a demand for satisfaction. They aren’t unjustified in that characterization. After all, an erection makes its owner interested in ejaculating. When I get hard, I’m generally looking forward to some way of relieving the tension my erection represents.

Here’s where enforced male chastity changes me. I’ve surrendered my right to satisfy my sexual urges. Mrs. Lion does make me hard and brings me to the edge of orgasm. She’s done that quite frequently. Almost all of the time those sessions end with no ejaculation. I’ve learned not to associate erection, or even sexual stimulation by hand, mouth, or vagina with ejaculating.

This is a tough association to break. It’s taken years. For six years, almost every day or two, Mrs. Lion has stimulated my penis multiple times to the edge of orgasm. Only one in six days, on average, does she take me all the way to ejaculation. Even on those days, she will edge me more than once before finally allowing me to finish. She doesn’t feel that she succeeded unless she can get me extremely close to orgasm. This process has been repeated thousands of times. I have no other sexual outlet, including my own hand. I’ve had nothing but substantial edging and occasional ejaculation since the end of 2013.

This has changed me. I enjoy being sexually stimulated. I certainly love oral and vaginal penetration. But I no longer associate any of these things with ejaculation. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to come each time. I absolutely do. However, I don’t expect to. There are no hard feelings or resentment when I’m left with precum dripping, my hard penis throbbing, and Mrs. Lion smiling and saying, “Maybe next time.”

Fat chance.

It’s all good-natured. It’s what I expect. I would be disturbed, I think, if every time Mrs. Lion took my penis in her hand or mouth she gave me an orgasm. I would think something was wrong. Even during Unlocktober, when the objective was lots of orgasms, we maintained our pattern to a great degree. I suppose if Mrs. Lion wanted to have a period of “lion milking” when she would go for ejaculation every time she held my penis, that would be fine as long as she told me that’s what she was going to do before she began. Otherwise, I would worry and wonder what changed.

I know a lot of this sounds like one of those sexual fantasies you read about on the web. This is no fantasy. This is exactly what happened. I don’t think either of us intended to fundamentally change how I feel about sex. I don’t thing Mrs. Lion consciously decided to break me of any desire to get an orgasm except with her hand or mouth. But break me she did. It’s certainly not a bad thing. Just because I didn’t decide that I would never masturbate or wander, doesn’t mean something is wrong. It means that something is very right.

I don’t own my sexuality. Yes, I can get aroused with or without Mrs. Lion. But I can’t do any more than that. All sexual satisfaction comes from her. It doesn’t matter how horny I am, or how long it’s been since I had my last opportunity to ejaculate, she and she alone decides when my wait is over. I’ve occasionally fantasized that she would delegate this authority once or twice to someone else whose hand would get me off. Obviously, there’s no good reason for this to happen unless Mrs. Lion wants to give me a change of scenery, for want of a better word. I never imagined that any more than being masturbated would happen. Apparently, that’s the limit of my swinging fantasies.

My sexual universe is very small. It’s fully occupied by Mrs. Lion. It’s a very nice universe.


  1. And now she is properly honored by you as she should be. This is how God intended men to be with their penises, caged or not.
    We are reminded by our cages toward being disciplined and obedient beings as originally intended.
    I find it quite a reorientation of my mental thought processes putting in control (not eliminating) my more base and selfish thoughts for a more considerate and honoring attitude towards my wife, firstly and others who I come across in life.
    My wedding ring lets people know that I am a we. The ring is a part of me, no more noticeable than my ear. The cage, the other hand reminds ME of that we-ness since it requires attention multiple times during the day with bodily functions or hinderance there of.
    The cage keeps me honest with my wife and obedient to our mutual purpose of honoring God and others in grace, forgiveness and service.
    When I’m going about my business, I’m constantly reminded it’s OUR business and I stand tall, with or without my bride, knowing with resolution and confidence that I’m walking the path intended for me.
    I thank you for you blog as it helps me to put these thoughts to words.
    Peace to you and Mrs. Lion ?

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      You are reading a great deal more into my post then I intended. I don’t think there is any divine mandate for men to be obedient to women. I never suggested that! I believe that we are all equal. Our marriage is a partnership. We share responsibility and authority over our lives. In many matters I make the decisions. The way we practice it, our relationship is complex; I’ve given Mrs. Lion authority and the ability to discipline me when I don’t abide by her wishes. This doesn’t mean that I’ve become subservient dominion of hers. She would hate that. It means that I honor her, as I always have. It means that I want her to feel free to express her emotions and to help me become a better partner.

      I don’t ascribe any magical properties to a male chastity device. I’m happy it gives you the reminders you need to be a better husband. For me it is far less complex. It’s sexual control. I’m constantly aware of the importance Mrs. Lion has my life. A chastity device is absolutely unnecessary to me for that. I’m not putting down the way you think about it. I believe that each of us has to organize the way we think and feel about our power exchanges. I don’t know how long you’ve been wearing a male chastity device, but I suspect it hasn’t been for a very long time. In the beginning, I think I shared your views. Now, years later, I don’t. That doesn’t mean you are wrong and I am right. It’s just that we have different points of view. I just want to be sure that you understand my post did not say what you wrote in your comment.

  2. Ultimately despite being a couple, the lack of control over our penis is tremendously exciting! Does it make me a better husband? I don’t think so. Do her punishments improve me? Maybe, but they definitely show me what she wants. And as I want to please her that’s a good thing. We are equals too, but I’ve given her the power and right to lead. I may give my opinion and she may even take my advice, but the final decision is always hers.

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      That sounds really good, Michael. It’s very similar to the way Mrs. Lion and I relate. I didn’t think the punishments I received would do anymore then let me know how Mrs. Lion feels about something. So far she hasn’t used punishments to let me know about her feelings, so I’m still in the dark. However the rule she does punish me when I break, have actually conditioned me not to do the behaviors they got me in trouble. If your wife is consistent in punishing each and every offense, whether you think so or not, I will bet you that you will change.

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