The other day Lion said maybe his cock ring was too big. How is that possible? It’s metal. It didn’t get any bigger and he certainly hasn’t gotten smaller. He said he figures it needs to be an eighth of an inch smaller. Now an eighth of an inch is not that much. Does it really need to be smaller? Can’t he live with it? I’m thinking back to when we had the cage itself shortened. Once he got it back he thought it was too short. Finally he decided it was correct.

Last night he said he could no longer pee standing up. He wasn’t centered in the cage even though I had made sure he was centered when I put it on him Friday night. And he made it all day Saturday without issue. Suddenly it was not centered. How is that possible? Did his cock suddenly gain the ability to wiggle itself off center? I removed the screw and repositioned him to be centered. This morning he was peeing sitting down again. What the heck?

To fix the ring is a small fee and Lion has suggested getting a second one made. I assume that means having a smaller one made so we would have the original size and one that is an eighth of an inch smaller. But it would also mean not having the Jail Bird while the ring is done. Back to the Chinese cage. My first thought with the Chinese cage is that I hate putting it on him so much that I will just refuse to take it off him. This means an extended wait for him which would be fine if I could just leave him in it. But he needs to be teased every few days. Obviously the cage has to come off to accomplish that so I still have to fumble with locking him back up.

Part of me knows that Lion is never 100% satisfied. I don’t think the cage and ring will ever be perfect for him. I’m not sure why that is but it happens in the rest of our lives too. He can be happy with the way something turned out but next time he just knows he can do it better. Another part of me knows that Lion was at day five and that far into the wait time is when Grumbly Lion comes out. So is the ring really too big or is it just a reason to grumble? Is he really off center or is he looking for something to grumble about? I don’t know. It could be purely coincidental. We were both very sleep deprived and his allergies were very bad. Either one of those could cause grumbles.

I do know I need to do some manscaping today and he’ll definitely be getting attention above and beyond the shaver. I’m hoping that cures some of the grumbling.

grilled steak
A beautiful grilled steak has marks where the hot grill contacted the meat. It’s a sign of a delicious meal ahead. My grill marks are imprinted by the bars of my cage. Click this image for a color view of mine.

A beautiful, charcoal-broiled steak features grill marks where the hot grill add extra browning to the meat. In similar fashion, the pressure of the cage against the head of my penis leaves its own grill marks on me. This used to happen as a result of getting a chubby inside my too-large cage. Since I am guaranteed to get at least one every day as part of my male systems exercising at night, I always had grill marks when Mrs. Lion freed me. Now, with the smaller cage, the marks are more pronounced and don’t depend on a chubby to make them. While very visible, these marks are not painful at all and are not harmful. A reasonable time out of the cage, especially if I am allowed to get hard will make them fade and eventually disappear. At first these marks disturbed me since they didn’t go away immediately. But I have learned that they are harmless and are, in fact, a badge that I was caged. So, like a fine steak, my weenie has the mark of a great chef, Mrs. Lion.

I always get a smile out of reading “reviews” of chastity devices by males who have been locked up all of an hour or two. Some even write reviews without putting it on. Any of us who have been caged for more than a week or two have learned that being in forced chastity requires some changes in our day-to-day lives.

The most significant for me turned out to be underpants. For years I wore Ex Officio briefs. I love these. They are made of a breathable, synthetic blend that wicks moisture away from the body, never smells, and can be hand washed and air dried overnight. Once caged, I discovered that these briefs offered no visual protection for my cage and the rather slippery nature of the fabric allowed them to bind up uncomfortably around my balls. I had noticed this problem before. Once on a long flight to Europe, they made me miserable in the sticky airline seat. I immediately felt the problem with my cage.

I also worried that the cage might cause drips after peeing to get to my outer pants and make an embarrassing wet spot. I realized that I need both absorbancy and padding. After a lot of research I found Wearever Mens Incontenence Briefs. If you ignore the word “incontinence” you will find that these look like ordinary cotton underpants. They are very comfortable and the padding (absorbent layer) provides good camouflage for any cage-shaped bumps that might appear. I really like them. I have worn them in semi-public, at the doctor’s office where that was all I had on. No one noticed. I’ve found that with the cage I actually drip less than when I am wild. Go figure! However, the padding improves the look under clothes and feels very comfortable. The cotton-like fabric doesn’t slip around like my Ex Officio’s, so I am way more comfortable sitting.

Another important change I’ve had to make is with peeing. Before I got the shortened Jail Bird cage, my urethra would end up anywhere but where it needed to be for me to have a nice, clean stream. As a result, I ended up soaking my pants a couple of times at work and had to go home to change. After this happened a couple of times I realized I had to pee sitting down. I had no idea this would involve a learning curve, but in fact, in the beginning I couldn’t manage to fully empty my bladder. After a few days my body learned to pee sitting and I was back to normal.

I really sympathize with women. Having to sit on a toilet in a public bathroom is an adventure at best and disgusting most of the time. I actually cut down on drinking water and other beverages to avoid those public bathroom trips. My shortened cage has solved this problem. I can now pee standing up. Of course, it isn’t as simple as it is when I am wild. I have to take my cock and balls out since the Jail Bird presses my penis down against my balls. I have to aim the entire package and pull my balls back to avoid soaking them. It took a bit of practice, but now I have no trouble at all.

The other adjustment I needed to make was managing my balls. That may sound silly, but the base ring of my cage keeps my balls front and center. When I am wild, they are able to move into the background and stay out of the way. The base ring forces them forward, directly under my penis. I have to “adjust” myself more now to assure that I don’t end up sitting on them or otherwise pinching or hurting myself. Sound horrible? It’s not. Just one more thing to learn.

My point is that being caged isn’t as simple as buying a device, putting it on, and giving the key away. Guys that imagine this is the case will get ugly surprises as the challenges of being caged surface. A lot of the stuff I like has to do with me surrendering control and getting disciplined, teased, and played with. I didn’t imagine I would need new underpants, had to learn to pee again, keep my balls out of the way, and deal with those grill marks. Now that it is nearly six months of full time forced chastity, I think most of the adjustments are behind me and I can just enjoy the ride.

This is a picture of me in my Jail Bird. Note the space at the bottom of the picture between the cage and the head of my penis. That space (circled and lighter) indicates the cage is too long. Click the image for a full-sized, color version of this picture
This is a picture of me in my Jail Bird. Note the space at the bottom of the picture between the cage and the head of my penis. That space (circled and lighter) indicates the cage is too long. Click the image for a full-sized, color version of this picture

I spent endless time learning about measuring for a chastity cage. The one key thing I learned over the years was that the cage must fit correctly to be comfortable and properly serve its purpose. So, before ordering a Jail Bird, I measured and remeasured. My soft penis measured two inches. It did. Short, but if it made the cage fit correctly, I was fine. Well I got the cage and it felt great. I’ve been wearing it for more than five months with no irritation, unauthorized escape, erections, or orgasms. It fit and it worked. Not really. That whole time my urethra ended up pointing up or to one side. I could sort of adjust it, but if I tried peeing standing up, too often I would spray and cover my pants and the floor. I gave up and just sat down to pee.

I’ve hated that. I was never a fan of public restrooms. I hate sitting on public toilets. I’ve done it, but don’t love it. Last week I contacted Mature Metal, the maker of the Jail Bird. The response surprised me. They said that my cage was almost certainly too long. As you can see by the image to the right, there is room between the head of my penis and the end of the cage. Apparently it is this distance that allows the head to move and  take my urethra off center. So, I made arrangements to shorten the cage. It is boxed up and will mail out today (June 16, 2014). In a week or so, the correctly sized cage will arrive.

The problem for me is that my cock is even smaller than I thought. I know that my flaccid penis is no indicator of how big it is hard (6-inches), but still… Mrs. Lion measured the gap in the cage and got one-half inch as the result. After she unlocked me, I remeasured, this time being very careful not to press the end of the  ruler into my scrotum (Mature Metal wants the measurement along the bottom of the penis from the spot it joins the scrotum to the tip. It came out to 1 1/2-inches. That’s tiny! If you click the picture on the right you can see me in that cage larger and in color as well as me when erect.

I would like to think that my measurement error was an honest mistake. But maybe I pressed that ruler into my balls because it is just too much to consider my soft cock is only an inch and a half. Well it is. So, Mrs. Lion’s big ol’ lion sports a 1 1/2″ dick. Live and learn. The more I look at that image (right), the more obvious it is that I am not filling out the cage. I don’t think that I made it very clear in my measurement instructions, just how important it is that the cage “hug” the soft penis. Contact is needed on the sides and head in order for urination to be simple and for the cage to work most effectively.

Now I know. For the next week or so I will be in my Chinese off-the-shelf cage until my new, shorter Jail Bird arrives. Will you think less of me because my weenie is so small?