The days crawl by, and nothing sexual is happening. It isn’t just Mrs. Lion’s fault, I’m not feeling very frisky. She hasn’t tried to arouse me in a couple of days. If my penis could bang a tin cup on the bars of its cage, it would. I’m not sure how much luck I’ll have when I’m unlocked, but I would like to find out. Meanwhile, the security screw holding my Jail Bird on my penis works itself loose every day. At night, before going to sleep, I check it. The last thing I want is for the screw to get lost. It’s expensive and annoying to get a new one from Mature Metal.
Apparently, I haven’t annoyed Mrs. Lion or interrupted her. My bottom remains pristine and unblemished by her paddle. It’s been two weeks since my last ride on the spanking bench. Mrs. Lion has been making more of an effort to make loving physical contact. I like that a lot. For the last few days, I’ve been sleeping a lot. On Tuesday, I watched a movie and snoozed after lunch. I never made it back to my keyboard. Then, after dinner I snoozed during some of the TV we were watching. Maybe I have a low-grade bug.
As you can see, the pace of action here has slowed to a crawl. Of course, keeping me in a male chastity device is a sort of silent reminder that all sexual pleasure belongs to my lioness. Before this most recent lockup, I think she was OK with enough self-stimulation to let me get hard and aroused. Of course, that’s impossible now. My only erections are produced by her. I’m not complaining. So far, I haven’t felt a strong need for self-expression.
This post is a little like the Jerry Seinfeld show; it’s about nothing. I’ve been wondering if we should stop posting daily and wait for something to happen before publishing anything new. It’s something to think about.