It seems that I am easier to arouse. Mrs. Lion noted that even though it’s been only a few days since my last orgasm, I was very responsive and she could bring me quite close to the edge. She wondered if this was due to my being back in a male chastity device or just because I am in a naturally horny phase. It’s true that my sexual interest seems to follow a cycle.

It’s not a regular thing that we could plot on a calendar. I gradually go from very horny to not too interested in sex and then back again. I tend to remain at either the top or bottom of my cycle for anywhere from one to several weeks. Naturally, I’m much happier during a horny period. Since this is a rather long cycle, it makes sense for Mrs. Lion to wonder if my current level of interest is independent of it. I suspect that the chastity device is a big factor.

For a while now I’ve believed that the real sexual power of a male chastity device isn’t in its ability to prevent unauthorized ejaculation. I think it is that it prevents erections. If Mrs. Lion leaves me wild, I will have several erections a day. One or more may just be the nonsexual sort that most men get at night or in the morning. Others are the result of thinking about or being exposed to sexually arousing material. When that happens, I can feel a tightening behind the base ring as the little bit of my penis that is internal and behind the ring swells. It is a pleasant feeling, but nothing like an erection. When Mrs. Lion unlocks me, it takes very little to get me hard. It feels great!

This has nothing to do with orgasms or even teasing. Just being allowed to get fully aroused is a big deal when I only get at most, one chance a day. A good part of the time I stay locked for two or three days making that erection even more valuable.

Erection control is much more important than orgasm control

Like most men, I tend to think about sex in terms of ejaculation. After all, that’s the goal. My erection is only the first step on the way to that ultimate pleasure. In a very real sense, anticipating ejaculation is a distraction. It masks the most significant sexual control that wearing a chastity device exerts. I doubt that our keyholders understand how significant erection control is.

Both keyholder and caged male endlessly refer to orgasm control. Delaying ejaculation is almost universally considered the entire point of wearing a male chastity device. Now that I’ve spent a lot of time both in a device and wild while under Mrs. Lion’s orgasm control, I can say that being allowed to have erections but not orgasms is much easier to manage than having erections suppressed as well. Mrs. Lion’s “experiment” supports this.

While I was wild, she would have considerably more trouble getting me hard and aroused than she has had since keeping me in a male chastity device. She has attributed the change to the fact I like bondage and I am wearing the device. That’s certainly plausible. I disagree. It’s true that I like bondage and being locked in a chastity device. However, since I have been wearing one for years, it’s unlikely that I would be so strongly affected now.

Yes, I was wild for months but I have over five years of 24/7 wearing in the past seven years. The novelty of being relocked certainly wore off quickly. What can’t ever wear off is suppressing my erections. Since I get near-daily “exercise” when Mrs. Lion gets me hard, I am constantly reminded how much I like it when my cock is at full mast.

When she can get me to the edge, I’m also reminded how much I want to ejaculate. When she doesn’t, I am reminded of how much I love getting hard. While I was wild, it wasn’t a special treat to get hard. It was wonderful when Mrs. Lion stimulated me. Now the pleasure is doubled since just the erection is a big deal. Mrs. Lion playing with my penis is the cherry on top.

My point is that I am reminded several times a day, every single day how much I miss being allowed to get hard. If Mrs. Lion wanted to use releasing me and letting me get hard as an incentive to do things for her, it would be very powerful. I imagine that this incentive is at least as strong as being reminded that eventually, ejaculation will be allowed.

If you don’t believe me, try it out. Change the incentive from orgasm to a nice hard penis. The reward is being unlocked and allowed a nice stretch and tease. Orgasm isn’t even on the table. It doesn’t have to be.

Admittedly, I never knew Lion as a young stud. He says he supposes he was very good looking since women fawned over him. I’ve never been attracted to the drop dead gorgeous hunks many women think are gods. I guess I’m more of a personality girl. That’s not to say Lion isn’t a cutie. And, truth be told, I think he’s better looking now than he was when he was younger. Of course, I’m only seeing pictures. I’m sure he would have been attractive to me back then too.

My point in bringing up the past is that Lion appears to be back in young stud form lately. I can’t say it’s the cage for sure, but he’s definitely been easier to arouse since his last orgasm. I’d bet there’s a combination of things at work here. I’ve been snuggling him more before we move on to the main event. Ironically, BDSM play has fallen off except for our spanking games. For all I know, the spanking has reset his clock as if we’ve gone back to the beginning of our relationship and my pathetic attempts to spank him. I don’t know how he hung in there. I hit him softer than I swatted my kids on diapered bottoms. He could also think I’m not rushing him, although I’m not sure what gave him the impression I was rushing him in the first place. Or maybe his hormones are chugging away. Whatever it is, I’m glad.

It’s definitely more fun to give attention to someone who enjoys it. I’m thinking a man has more fun with a woman who participates rather than just laying there. On the other hand, sometimes it’s difficult to tell. Neither Lion nor I are big noise makers. It’s more in the way we move. Lion tenses in a certain way that thrusts his hips up. I know I’m on the right track then. When he starts bucking? Well, then I’m positive he’s having a good time. It’s just a matter of making sure he has enough of a good time without having too much of a good time. That’s the balancing act.

Mrs. Lion is curious about whether locking me into a male chastity device makes me more receptive to sexual stimulation when she decides to unlock me. She reasons that if my penis is unable to get hard or receive any stimulation, then it must be starved for attention and will respond accordingly. Recently, I have been getting hard almost immediately after Mrs. Lion removes the Evotion male chastity device. She’s speculated that she isn’t sure whether or not my responsiveness is related to the chastity device or just general horniness.

Her experiment aside, being locked in a male chastity device is training me in a new way. When I was first locked up in 2013, the intention was to assure that I wouldn’t jerk off. It was very effective. After about three years of full-time lockup, just taken out for teasing and occasional release, I essentially forgot how to get myself off.

Even when wild (not wearing a male chastity device), I had no temptation to take matters into my own hand. I did develop some bad habits. Since I don’t wear any clothes at home, my penis was very accessible. I got into the habit of reaching down to make sure it was still there. Happily, it always was. Sometimes, I even played with it enough to get hard. Mrs. Lion was aware of this and so long as I didn’t get close to ejaculation, she didn’t object. She wasn’t fond of me doing it, but she didn’t forbid it.

About a month ago, we decided that it would be a good idea to cage me again. More accurately, I decided that I wanted to wear my male chastity device again. A while before this most recent decision, I received my 3D-printed Evotion Orion male chastity device. Unlike any other I had worn before, including my Jail Bird, this device was perfect. It is made of medical-grade nylon and is feather-light. It is so comfortable that I am generally unaware I have it locked on until I reach down between my legs.

Instead of finding my soft, ready-for-stimulation penis, there is the black nylon device preventing any physical contact. My fingers find hard plastic instead of willing flesh. I am learning that there is no point in reaching down. I get no pleasure fondling the device. Oh well.

As time goes by, I reach down less and less. It’s true that my balls are kept front and center by the device, but I’m not tempted to do any recreational touching there. It isn’t arousing when I try. In fact, all of the areas that are generally arousing to touch, don’t work when it’s my hand doing the touching.

I have no idea why this generalized loss of autoerotic fun is happening. I suspect the root cause is the chastity device. It not only silently trains me to not even bother to try to touch my penis, but it also signals when I am able to enjoy sex. The way I see it, over the years I have learned that when I wear a male chastity device, I can’t get sexually aroused. When Mrs. Lion removes the device, it’s a green light for arousal and potentially, ejaculation.

If I am locked in the device, even if my penis tries to get hard, there is nothing I can do about it. There is no point in playing with my balls or perineum. But when unlocked, those areas are switched on. They happily contribute to my arousal. The cage has taken over my other erogenous zones. It has trained me to essentially switch off arousal when it is locked on.

It’s taken a long time for this to happen. The transition has been slow and subtle. I never expected that wearing a male chastity device would do anything more than keeping my paws off my penis. If Mrs. Lion lets me go wild, it takes a while but things return to normal. I can make myself hard and stimulating my balls and perineum feels good. Lock me back up and the good feelings are turned off.

I wonder if other long-term male chastity device wearers have received similar conditioning. Mrs. Lion never lets me play with myself when she unlocks me. I’ve been well trained to get all my sexual pleasure from her.

Last night, as we were falling asleep, Lion said something about having an orgasm. I reminded him it’s only been a few days. He said it didn’t matter. Huh? I’m sure he was being playful. I don’t really think he wants an orgasm so soon. Right? Right. Am I sure? I don’t know. He wanted to wait longer. But that was the last time. Is it different now? I don’t know. [Lion comments — Nothing’s changed. I was just being silly.]

Yes, this is the internal conversation in my head this morning. I’m never quite sure what Lion wants. Was 20 days too long? Was it too short? Did it work fine for last time, but this time should be different? I mean, I know he doesn’t always want to wait 20 days, but should it be shorter this time? Should I throw in a four day wait? Six? The one thing I’m positive about is that he wants me to decide. But if that’s true, then he would have been happy with the length of time I made him wait prior to his last wait. Clearly, if he was then he wouldn’t have voiced a preference for a longer wait. Clearly, I’m indecisive.

I don’t normally have a set wait length in mind. I try to base it on what Lion tells me. By this I don’t mean what he actually tells me. Even when I have him panting and humping air, he won’t even play along when I ask if he wants to come. Sometimes I think it would be fun to have him very frustrated, aching to come, and ask him if he wants to come only to tell him he can’t. But he never plays along. [Lion comments — I have played along. The trouble is that every time I do, Mrs. Lion gives me an orgasm if I say I want one. Of course, that’s nice, but I want her to decide. If I play along, then she has to play along too.]

He’s no fun sometimes. I usually wait until he’s at that stage and I push him a few days further before I give him an orgasm. That’s if I’m lucky. Sometimes pushing him those extra few days puts him right in the middle of his doldrums and I have to wait longer. It’s a balancing act between his wanting it and his not thinking he’s going to get it and his actually getting it. Bottom line: I like to surprise him.

Obviously, surprising him doesn’t always work. He said he thought I was going to do it the other night and he was right. Even I didn’t know I was going to do it. Apparently I surprised myself more than I did him. That’s okay. I like some surprises.