Over the last few posts, we’ve been discussing possible ways to restart sex on a regular basis. I admit that I introduced the idea of using a male chastity device again. Mrs. Lion seems to agree that is the best alternative (“No Other Idea”). There is one huge drawback: It becomes nearly impossible to pee neatly. No, sitting down to pee isn’t a viable alternative for me. I have too much difficulty getting up from the toilet to sit every time I pee.
Only one of my chastity devices keeps my urethra reliably aligned. That one is the Evotion Orion. Every time I’ve tried to wear that one, within a few days, I develop a nasty sore under the head of my penis. It appears to be caused by the very mechanism that keeps my urethra in place. There is a ring that fits just under the head that prevents it from slipping back into the device’s body. We tried changing the measurements of the shaft with no luck.
The least reliable for keeping my urethra in position is the Jail Bird. It’s also the most comfortable. Even the one-inch-long version still allows my urethra to wander. I’m not ruling it out as a possibility if Mrs. Lion wants to use it. The Evotion is out because it injures me.
There is one other possibility. We have a locking cock ring. This device doesn’t prevent erection or masturbation. Since I don’t masturbate, that isn’t an issue. It does lock on and is visible if Mrs. Lion cares to look. Taking it off and putting it on is no different than managing the Jail Bird.
Mrs. Lion doesn’t like putting any device on my penis. She hates fiddling with the locking mechanisms. We both agree that I shouldn’t do it myself. The act of removing and putting on a device is an essential component of control. Also, I am much less likely to get a device on successfully.
The reason a male chastity device was so good at getting us back on track had very little to do with its primary function. In the beginning, it trained me not to masturbate. It did its job very well. The act of removing and putting on the device added an element of necessary ritual to sex. It was impossible to look at my genitals and miss that something was locked on. If Mrs. Lion groped me, she would feel the device instead of skin.
I think that’s what made it work for her. The device focused attention on my cock and balls. It was an unsubtle reminder of unfinished business. Maybe we don’t need the full-on chastity device to achieve the same effect.