Guess what? I’m interested in sex again. I’ve put Mrs. Lion off for the last few days. I just couldn’t get into the mood. Now, my natural horniness is returning. I ran across an interesting post this morning, “Blow Job Tips.” A woman shared her techniques for oral sex. I’m not suggesting that Mrs. Lion needs to improve her technique. It was just interesting to me as a male, to learn some of the techniques women use. Just thought I would pass it on.

I’ve been wearing my locking cock ring the same way I wore my male chastity device. It’s gone from an on-again-off-again toy to something that is on almost all the time. It only comes off when Mrs. Lion wants fuller access. I know she is having me wear it because I asked, but it’s exciting anyway. There’s something about 24/7 symbols of ownership that turn me on. Locking genital jewelry is easier for me to wear than a collar. It absolutely serves the same purpose.

A male chastity device has two basic functions. It prevents unauthorized masturbation and erections. It also marks the male as belonging to the keyholder. The locking cock ring permits erection and masturbation. However, it clearly marks the male as owned. A collar can be considered a fashion item and might even attract female attention. A standard cock ring might also be considered sexually attractive. However, one that is securely locked in place unmistakably signals hands-off.

If a woman happened to see a new male friend’s penis locked in a ring like mine, she would have to ask what it was. It wouldn’t take long to learn that the male can’t remove it. The obvious next question is, “Who can?” There you go. Ownership. I’m not going to be in that position. But I like the idea that even if I wanted to try, it wouldn’t work.

Mrs. Lion is always free to trade the ring for a male chastity device if she thinks it would be helpful. What I wear down there and when it comes off is totally up to her. For now, she is happy letting me get hard when I want. She knows I won’t jerk off. At some point, she may decide that she wants more control and doesn’t want unauthorized erections. All she has to do is trade the cock ring for a male chastity device. It’s that simple (for her!). I don’t get a vote.

I’m not sure that she thinks about it this way. She may not consider marking her territory particularly important. I hope she does. Regardless, it’s how I think about it.

You may wonder why a locking cock ring is a valid expression of male chastity. It’s ironic that in this kink, we start with the most extreme expression, a male chastity device. This device has two main components: a base ring that goes around the cock and balls and a cage that encases the penis and prevents erection and ejaculation. Its purpose is to prevent masturbation.

I wore various male chastity devices (cages) 24/7 for over three years. Mrs.Lion tapered off locking me up after I had shoulder surgery. That was about three years after she started. It became clear that I had “forgotten” how to masturbate. Sure, there are times I play with my penis. I never get close to orgasm. It isn’t so much that I stop myself. I just don’t think of it. All those years in a male chastity device broke me of the habit.

More recently, I’ve missed the feeling of my penis belonging to my lioness. Sure, I know it’s hers, but I liked it when I wore a device locked around my cock. A simple solution would be to go back to wearing a male chastity device. I hesitate because the device makes peeing difficult. My urethra wanders off-center in a device and urine sprays. One of our readers gave his solution for that problem. He pees into a cup held over his cage. The cup catches the spray. Smart. We have a plastic 32-ounce pitcher that would be perfect.

I had a less radical idea. Since I don’t need a male chastity device to prevent masturbation, maybe a locking cock ring would do the trick. Mature Metal makes this device, the same people who make the Jail Bird, my favorite male chastity device. Essentially, it is a Jail Bird with the cage removed. It has the base ring that goes around my cock and balls and the first penis ring of the chastity device.

The penis ring is slightly larger than the one on my Jail Bird. That’s to allow for expansion when I get hard. It’s not designed to strangle my erect penis. It’s tight enough to apply pressure, but not too much. The people at Mature Metal say it is a good way to start before wearing a cage. I disagree. It’s really an invisible male chastity device. Make no mistake; it’s securely locked in place. Sure, I can get my penis out, but it isn’t coming off my balls.

I chose a double base ring for my invisible chastity device. It’s heavier but more comfortable than a single ring. If I were to go back to wearing the Jail Bird full time, I would ask Mrs. Lion to let me order the double ring for it. I don’t recommend a double-ring when you start out. The chances are good that you will need to try at least one different size ring to get the perfect fit. The double rings are much more expensive to replace. Once you are sure you have the perfect size, get the wider ring if you want.

When I wore the Jail Bird, Mrs. Lion would comment on how much she liked seeing it on me. She hasn’t made any comments about my invisible chastity device. It keeps my balls front and center like the Jail Bird did. It’s impossible for me to forget I’m locked up. Time will tell if the invisible male chastity device works for us.

Lion is locked in his cock ring. He isn’t complaining since he can still get hard. (Obviously this picture is before waxing.)

When I was trying to motivate myself to clean up the dinner dishes, Lion asked if I was showering. I’ve been on a roughly every-other-day routine since I’ve been working from home. If I feel particularly yucky, I shower more often. I also owed Lion a spanking because he left the shower door open again. However, as I was motivating myself, he mumbled something under his breath. He thinks I don’t listen to him most of the time. I asked what he said, and he claimed it wasn’t important. That’s interesting because what I thought I heard was something about being too late. Would that be too late for sex? I assumed so without asking him. [Lion — I didn’t mumble about anything being “too late.” I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it wasn’t about sex. I think I said it was late to spank me; not too late. I was thinking about our earlier conversation about punishing closer to the offense.]

Since he needs time to recover after a spanking, and I didn’t want it to be too late for sex, despite his nap while I was making dinner, I decided to push off the spanking and shower so I could “service” the Lion. (My ex had a friend who would say he serviced his girlfriend. It made me think he was sleazy.) If he wanted sex, he’d have to put up with a potentially stinky Lioness. I don’t think I am, by the way. [Lion — She isn’t.]

He asked me to get the bag with the locking cock ring so he could look for it while I took my shower. We found the ring and the key, so we were all set. Then I told him I was delaying his spanking. He was happy about that even though he’d just talked about having the punishment closer to the crime. I guess sex outweighs that idea. Sex outweighs a lot of ideas. Before I locked him up, I wanted to give him a fond farewell. When I first locked him up, all those years ago, I made him masturbate for me one last time so I could see his technique. I certainly wasn’t going to have him masturbate this time around. But I could do it for him.

Without lube, only stroking down his penis is almost impossible. I didn’t want to make a mess, so I just jerked him off the old-fashioned way. Of course, I wasn’t going straight for the gold. I wanted him to work for his orgasm. I edged him a few times to make him sweat. Then I gave him his orgasm. Unfortunately, it didn’t produce more than a trickle although it did leak out a little while later. I’d much rather have it all at once, so I have a reward too, but we’ll take what we can get. He’s still keeping up with his electronic Kegels. I’m hoping he’ll give me nice cream filling in the near future.

I think I did manage to pinch him when I put the ring on. Just a little though. I don’t think there will be a bruise. Now he’s all locked up again. Well, not all locked up. Mr. Weenie is free. He just has a metal necklace.

Fridge magnet that Lion created and ordered. It’s 2×2 inches. I can put it on Lion’s whiteboard to remind me to spank him. That’s his bottom!

The locking cock ring may solve our sex problem. I forgot we had it. Lion did too. He remembered yesterday afternoon. It will allow him to pee without spraying all over the place. I’m less likely to pinch him when I put it on him. I can still frustrate him a little while it’s on, but I do need to take it off to really play with him. I’ll put it on him tonight after I tease him a bit.

A week or so ago, Lion suggested a few tweaks to his rules. After I made closing the shower door a rule, he said I should punish him as soon as I realize he forgot. He also said that setting up the coffee pot should have a time limit. Rather than being able to sneak into the kitchen before I make breakfast, he has to do it before 5 pm. If he hasn’t done it by then, whammo. He forgot the shower door once, but I didn’t punish him right away. I think I was achy from messing with the dog. This morning, he wondered if there was some way to remind me to spank him without annoying me by reminding me. We have a whiteboard that shows how many days since his last orgasm. He thought maybe we could put a reminder on the board. I thought we could put a flag of some sort on the spanking bench which is right under the board. He decided the white board made more sense and ordered a magnet with a picture of me swatting his butt. We’ll see how that works. I forget to look at the board until I’m trying to decide whether to give him an orgasm or not. I don’t know how well I’ll do with the punishment indicator.

The takeaway here is that we’re moving in the right direction again. Things may not work perfectly, but we’ll adjust and move on. Neither one of us is willing to give up. We’re two hard-headed fools.