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Mrs. Lion has resolved to put more effort into supporting our male chastity lifestyle. I got notice of this in a text message the other day. I have been very happy with her acceptance of my request to incorporate forced chastity into our lives. It hasn’t been easy for her, but she has been wonderful in her efforts to embrace this kink. Everyone who practices male orgasm control (chastity) has their own spin on how it should work. In most cases the objective is not simply to prevent the male from masturbating or having sex. It can also include making him really miss use of his cock. That is what I asked for when we had our chastity talk. Simply putting my penis in its little cage makes me long for release for a while. After three or four days I find myself getting a bit grumpy. After a week, my interest in release tends to lose immediacy. That’s where tease and deny comes in.

Tease and deny is exciting the male just to the edge of orgasm and stopping. The closer to orgasm the more profound the sense of loss. Sound cruel? It certainly did to Mrs. Lion. When we discussed this, she said that she really likes making me come. The idea of preventing me from ejaculating bothers her. She feels cruel. I get it. I’m not sure why I want this kind of torment, but I do. Last night, a couple of days after her declaration to “work harder” to do these things to me, she unlocked me and began stimulating me. It felt like a nice surprise hand job. Like most males, my arousal isn’t a nice, steady climb like a woman’s. Instead, I get hard and feel excited and then stay that way. A few seconds before I ejaculate my excitement rises very quickly, then I come. Effectively doing tease and deny with me requires interpreting my involuntary signals that I am just about to come. Even though Mrs. Lion reads me like a book, knowing the exact second before orgasm is not a sure thing. Want to see how it works? This page is a video of a very successful tease-and-deny session.

A couple of weeks ago she took me out to “stretch”. She stimulated me until I was very hard and then stopped. Later, I mentioned that I was pretty far from orgasm. I guess that encouraged her to push me harder. Last night she sure did. Unfortunately, just as she stopped I went over the edge. Without her touching I ejaculated. In chastity jargon that’s a “ruined orgasm”. Without direct stimulation during and after ejaculation, the orgasm is not as satisfying. Some keyholders use this form of somewhat disappointing masturbation to “milk” their males. That is, they use this method to get an ejaculation while minimizing male satisfaction. Sort of a maintenance squirt.

Mrs. Lion was surprised that I had managed to squirt. She decided to take advantage of my ruined orgasm and fed me the unexpected semen. I don’t like that flavor, but that wasn’t the point. It was a nice form of creative recycling and a very good expression of her control. I am so proud of her! Her new resolve has made a big difference in my life. I am very grateful that she loves me enough to go to this trouble for me.

Almost a month ago I discussed being caged with Mrs. Lion. After rolling her eyes, she said, “Well, if you want to.”

I had been studying various sites that sell lion cages. I had ordered a few for evaluation that had urethral tubes; these are hollow tubes that are inserted a couple of inches into the urethra. The idea appealed to me because one of the big problems I have always had with devices I tried was peeing. I could always pee sitting down, but I like the convenience of using a urinal. With the urethral tube, I reasoned, the flow would be directed out of the cage and make peeing standing up a real possibility. When the devices arrived, I had a bit of discomfort inserting the tubes, but it was minor and went away almost immediately.

The cages performed as advertised. I only wore each for a few hours. The idea of having that foreign body (the tube) in my urethra 24/7 worried me. While there was no danger of bladder infection; the tube is too short to get anywhere near the bladder, there was the real possibility of irritating or infecting my urethra. For that reason I decided that if I wanted to be caged full time I needed a model that didn’t include the urethral tube. I measured carefully and determined that I am two-inches-long when flaccid. That is smaller than average. Most of the devices I tried had cages at least three inches long. There was a lot of room between the tip of my penis and the end of the cage. This made peeing very messy and aesthetically wasn’t all that appealing.

I found an imported cage that claimed to be 1 1/2 inches long. This would be about right for me. It’s always better to have the cage between 1/4 and 1/2 inch shorter than your measurement. That assures your little mouth will always be against the end. It actually feels better as well as being a lot less messy in the bathroom. The cage, when it arrived was really only a bit over an inch long and about an inch in diameter. I could get in it without pain, but skin leaked out all over the place (If you would like to see how I looked in it, click here). I soon discovered that the skin escaping from the cage would be pinched by the lock as it moved. It worked and I got used to it, but it didn’t really fit. I knew this was temporary anyway. I ordered a Mature Metal Jail Bird cage, but they take six to eight weeks for manufacture. I figured I could endure the too-small cage that long.

It didn’t take long to realize that wearing the tiny cage would be very difficult for eight weeks, so, back to the Internet. I found another imported cage. Several companies offered the same cage. I could tell by examining the photos. Every offering specified a different cage length. They ranged from 2 inches to 3 1/2. After examining the photos, I decided the real length was probably closer to two inches. So I ordered one. It arrived yesterday.

The new cage is actually very close to two inches long measured along the bottom. Since I measured my cock along the bottom, it looked like this cage could really fit. The diameter was around 1 1/2 inches. I am a bit less than that. I followed good sanitation and boiled the cage for ten minutes. I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me into it. To my delight the new cage is a pretty good fit (click here to see me modeling it). The little mouth doesn’t always stay pressed between the bars, but it can’t recede more than a half inch or so. Most of the time it is right where it belongs. The spacing of the bars is very good so it doesn’t try to bite the cage (when it does that, pee sprays everywhere). The cock and ball ring is the same 1 3/4 inches I have been wearing. All in all, it is a good fit and I will be comfortable until the Jail Bird arrives.

While many fantasies center around uncomfortable cages, the reality is that I am locked in here all the time; at work, driving, at the theater, at home, and sleeping. An uncomfortable fit is very distracting and can ruin a night’s sleep. Another big fantasy item is “punishing” the penis if it tries to get hard. Pretty much every male gets at least one erection in his sleep. If it hurts to get hard,  you will be awakened several times a night. Mrs. Lion gave the new cage the tease test. She stimulated me until my little cock was pressing hard against the bars. No pain. It felt fine. I was frustrated, but not in pain. Enough teasing and I end up involuntarily teasing myself for hours, trying to get hard over and over with no stimulation. Cruel Mrs. Lion!

I love it.

It’s been a bit over three weeks now that I have been caged full time. Those first three weeks were a challenge physically and emotionally. Going in, I had no real idea how often, when alone, I like to do a little playing and enjoy my erection. That sort of activity is impossible through the bars of my cage. I have missed it. I didn’t realize how much until Mrs. Lion uncaged me for a little exercise last week. She told me that I needed to “stretch a bit.” She then proceeded to masturbate me. It felt so good! Just when I was ready to show her how much I liked it, she stopped. She said, “I just want you to stretch. No one said you could squirt too.”

I was surprised; more at the fact that I didn’t feel badly that she didn’t finish the job than at not getting to come. Later, after things calmed down and I was lying in my cage, I realized that I am really getting used to my new captivity. The other day she did an inspection and found a couple of red spots. She let me go “wild” for 24 hours. By the time we finished dinner the night after I was set free, I could feel a real longing for my cage. I wanted her to lock me up. After an hour or so I asked her to do it. She was kind enough to put my penis in its little cage.

I know that this is something I wanted. It wasn’t her idea at all. Even now I have no idea exactly why I am so drawn to forced chastity. There are so many possible explanations: I want her to initiate sex, being forced to wait is arousing, I need to feel the control, etc. The truth is that I just don’t know what draws me to this and why I am doing everything I can to assure that she wants it as much as I do.

It’s very difficult for Mrs. Lion. She genuinely loves to get me off. She doesn’t ever want to be cruel. I imagine that most women feel that way and it is a big reason why prolonged control like forced chastity just doesn’t work for them. Mrs. Lion is trying very hard to do this for me. It’s not exactly the same as having her do it to me, but it is definitely moving in a very good direction. I may never know why I want to surrender my sexual freedom with this steel cage; but I do.

Three weeks is also another milestone for me. The cage doesn’t hurt. Even though this temporary cage is too short and narrow for me, it has gone from being painful to wear to being so comfortable that much of the time I have no idea it is there. I am reminded when I need to pee. That is still a big challenge. Most of the time I just sit down to do it; no mess or aiming. However, that isn’t always easy. When I need to stand, there is a good chance it will go in an unexpected direction. Sometimes the little “mouth” gets behind a bar and a shower results; others, there is some pressure in the side of it and the stream goes down or far to one side. I have learned to visually check to make sure the opening is nicely centered. Even so, due to the angle of the cage, hitting my target isn’t a sure thing.

As I learn to enjoy my confinement, I am finding that sometimes when I a granted release it just doesn’t feel all that good. This was the case the other night. Mrs. Lion was doing a very nice job stimulating me, yet when the climax arrived it just wasn’t that good. It wasn’t her. Others report having this happen too. I think it is because confinement precludes the kind of stimulation we provide ourselves prior to the actual engagement with our partners. To me, at least, going from a “cold start” just doesn’t give my body the chance to make the mental and physical buildup it needs. Partly, this is due to age. Once you are on the north side of thirty, sexual responses start to change. I am well north of that line and I can see that my needs are different now. I am not sure how to change this. I don’t want to ask Mrs. Lion to make my orgasms any more complex than they already are. I want her to keep control. Maybe others who have gone through this will have some ideas.

I have been faithfully doing my kegel exercises each day on my commute. I can feel more strength, but so far it hasn’t affected my orgasms or the energy my semen has when I finally come. I was hoping that by strengthening those muscles, I could ejaculate with more force. Stay tuned. I will report as time goes by.