Yesterday, Lion had two doctor appointments first thing in the morning. When we got home we had to deal with a slow leak in one of the camper tires. Then my boss decided I needed to come into the office today since I was missing yesterday. It all made for a very busy day so I didn’t write a post. Today, I was in the office in the morning and then Lion had another appointment this afternoon. I’m just now getting to write a post.

The other day, Lion wrote a post about giving me orgasms. He misses them. He’s really the only one. I don’t even get nostalgic for the olden days when I’d have four of them in a row. I don’t think about them at all. He made a Box O’Fun for me, filled with different ways he can give me orgasms. He wants to make me feel good.

Ironically, I think it has the opposite effect. I mean, I know I can have an orgasm. The mechanics are there. I just don’t care if I do. But when he makes a big deal about my having one, it annoys me. As a matter of fact, I was already tired from trying to get ready for our camping trip, and I was positive he was going to suggest we dip into my Box O’Fun. I was going to tell him he had a choice between having his own fun or being punished for annoying me about my fun. I have no idea why the prospect of having an orgasm annoys me. Maybe it’s because he’s pushing me to do something that I don’t care about anymore. Maybe if I came upon it organically, I wouldn’t be annoyed. If I said, “Hey, you know, I haven’t had squash in ages. Let’s get some.” maybe I’d be less annoyed at eating squash rather than having to eat it because it’s good for me. (For the record, I do occasionally suggest we buy squash.)

I know Lion has his heart set on my having orgasms, so I’ll try to be excited for them every so often. Maybe I can even commit to it being more frequently than I suggest squash. Maybe.

Last night Lion had another erection as soon as the cage came off. I suppose it’s too soon to declare the experiment an unqualified success. At some point, he’s bound to not have an erection when the cage comes off. How sustainable could it be? Everyone has off days.

It’s nice to have him so responsive this soon after an orgasm, but that response doesn’t necessarily translate into edging. Obviously, there’s more to edging than having an erection and being horny. The mind can be willing even if the body leaves you hanging. I may have gotten him somewhat close last night. [Lion — She did.] My main goal during these early stages is to make him feel good. As long as it feels good and I’m not annoying him, I’ll keep going. Within reason, of course. I won’t go hours just because it feels good to him. I’ll get tired eventually. Sometimes I crap out before he does. Having him tell me he thinks he’s done isn’t a bad thing. We’ll just pick it up tomorrow.

As we get ready for our trip, we discussed his wearing the cage while we’re gone. He says there’s no reason he can’t wear it since it’s comfortable and he can pee straight. We have two copies of each key so I put a set on my camper key chain. Now I won’t forget them. The lion would be a bit upset if I did. He wouldn’t be unlocked for six days. I know in the male chastity world that may not seem like a long time, but it is to Lion. He may like being locked up, but he loves being unlocked and played with even more.

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The camper paddle that Mrs. Lion hangs in full view just inside our camper door.

I’ll also need to put the toy bag back in the camper. I think I took the paddles out so I’ll replenish those. If I forgot them, I still have the camper paddle available. We hang it just inside the door to remind Lion who rules the camper. In a pinch, I can use it to confirm that fact. It may be small, but it packs a powerful punch. I don’t usually punish him, or play with him for that matter, much when we’re camping. I’m usually tired from driving and not sleeping well. But I’m going to make more of an effort. He needs to know I’m paying attention.

It may come as no surprise that Lion is very excitable since he’s been locked up again. He was well on his way to an erection once the cage came off. Unsurprisingly, the erection didn’t progress to edging. That wasn’t the point of the experiment. I wanted to see if he’d be hornier when he was caged after an orgasm. Question answered.

Unfortunately, that means the cage is here to stay. I say “unfortunately” because I’ve grown tired of putting it on and taking it off. I thought those days were behind us. The cage is no longer needed to keep Lion from masturbating. I, stupidly, assumed that was the sole purpose of it. Well, I guess a part of me also knew it was a form of bondage, which Lion loves. For that reason alone, I should have known that the cage was still important.

I’m not done with the experiment. I still need to know if Lion’s horniness will continue as the days go on. It makes perfect sense that he wasn’t able to be edged last night. The fact that he was able to get an erection at all is amazing. I assumed his long refractory period was just a function of age. I think Lion did too. I also think he was very worried, from time to time, that he was losing his sex drive. It turns out, he just needed Mr. Weenie locked up again.

I guess it makes sense, especially in the current pandemic age. You never want to go out and do things more than when you’re under stay-at-home orders. (Not me, of course. I’m perfectly happy staying home.) When Lion is allowed to be wild, it’s no big deal. His penis is free to stretch out and enjoy life. When he’s caged, it’s a different story. Straining at the bars of the cage lets his penis know he’s trapped. Unlocking him finally allows a taste of freedom. Yes, this is all overstated. He’s usually unlocked every day. My weenie can’t possibly feel too trapped. Or can he? Getting erect as soon as he tastes freedom suggests otherwise.

I don’t know if we’ll continue with the current cage or not. It’s comfortable and allows Lion to pee without spraying everywhere, but if I know Lion, he’ll want to test out other cages. Unfortunately, we’re leaving Wednesday for a six day camping trip. Any cage is difficult on camping trips. I’m going to advocate for its removal. Lion may plead to keep it on. He’ll probably win.

lion's homemade bread and butter pickles
Our homemade bread and butter pickles. This is the batch we made today.

Maybe we can blame it on his orgasm the other night. We joke about men thinking with their penises and all the blood rushing there. Perhaps Lion’s blood hadn’t quite returned to his brain when he forgot to set up the coffee pot last night. I noticed it when I was making dinner but I restrained myself from giving him any hints. It’s his first punishment in almost two weeks, I think.

Lion, aside from being upset he earned a punishment for forgetting the coffee, is “glad” he’s being punished for something. This, I assume, is a jab at me for not punishing him for annoying me. Oddly enough, my head has been feeling so foggy I really haven’t let him annoy me. It’s just not worth the effort. I can’t imagine how much effort it would be to spank him if I can’t even get annoyed. But today he will get his spanking.

I didn’t lock Lion in his cage until last night. I don’t know if the delay will skew my experiment* or not. I haven’t asked if he’s horny. I figure I’ll know when I ask him later or when I unlock him. Even under ideal circumstances, he probably wouldn’t have been horny last night. He isn’t usually on the day following an orgasm. In the “olden days”, he would have started feeling horny on the second night. Within the last year or so, it’s taken longer than that to get his motor running again. Well, I can get his motor running. It’s the spontaneous combustion that’s been slower. By locking him up, I’m hoping to turn back time a little. Maybe knowing he can’t touch himself will make him want to touch himself and the frustration will begin. That’s the theory.

Since Lion has been on furlough, he’s been watching a lot of cooking shows. In addition to trying new techniques for old things, he’s been trying some new things. Right now he’s working on his second batch of bread and butter pickles. He doesn’t remember ever having that kind of pickles. Many years ago, I remember helping my mother make them. As I recall, they came out mushy. Lion’s are much better. It doesn’t surprise me. My mother worked with recipes handed down from generation to generation and with the ingredients she had available. I assume she used regular slicing cucumbers which aren’t really suited for pickling. Lion has the benefit of using the exact ingredients he needs and possibly some better methods. The house smells like a pickle factory.

Maybe there’s an analogy between Lion fermenting in his cage and the pickles fermenting in their jars. I hope he doesn’t turn out mushy.

* Mrs. Lion’s current experiment is testing whether Lion is easier to arouse when he is kept locked in a male chastity device.