It seems that I am easier to arouse. Mrs. Lion noted that even though it’s been only a few days since my last orgasm, I was very responsive and she could bring me quite close to the edge. She wondered if this was due to my being back in a male chastity device or just because I am in a naturally horny phase. It’s true that my sexual interest seems to follow a cycle.

It’s not a regular thing that we could plot on a calendar. I gradually go from very horny to not too interested in sex and then back again. I tend to remain at either the top or bottom of my cycle for anywhere from one to several weeks. Naturally, I’m much happier during a horny period. Since this is a rather long cycle, it makes sense for Mrs. Lion to wonder if my current level of interest is independent of it. I suspect that the chastity device is a big factor.

For a while now I’ve believed that the real sexual power of a male chastity device isn’t in its ability to prevent unauthorized ejaculation. I think it is that it prevents erections. If Mrs. Lion leaves me wild, I will have several erections a day. One or more may just be the nonsexual sort that most men get at night or in the morning. Others are the result of thinking about or being exposed to sexually arousing material. When that happens, I can feel a tightening behind the base ring as the little bit of my penis that is internal and behind the ring swells. It is a pleasant feeling, but nothing like an erection. When Mrs. Lion unlocks me, it takes very little to get me hard. It feels great!

This has nothing to do with orgasms or even teasing. Just being allowed to get fully aroused is a big deal when I only get at most, one chance a day. A good part of the time I stay locked for two or three days making that erection even more valuable.

Erection control is much more important than orgasm control

Like most men, I tend to think about sex in terms of ejaculation. After all, that’s the goal. My erection is only the first step on the way to that ultimate pleasure. In a very real sense, anticipating ejaculation is a distraction. It masks the most significant sexual control that wearing a chastity device exerts. I doubt that our keyholders understand how significant erection control is.

Both keyholder and caged male endlessly refer to orgasm control. Delaying ejaculation is almost universally considered the entire point of wearing a male chastity device. Now that I’ve spent a lot of time both in a device and wild while under Mrs. Lion’s orgasm control, I can say that being allowed to have erections but not orgasms is much easier to manage than having erections suppressed as well. Mrs. Lion’s “experiment” supports this.

While I was wild, she would have considerably more trouble getting me hard and aroused than she has had since keeping me in a male chastity device. She has attributed the change to the fact I like bondage and I am wearing the device. That’s certainly plausible. I disagree. It’s true that I like bondage and being locked in a chastity device. However, since I have been wearing one for years, it’s unlikely that I would be so strongly affected now.

Yes, I was wild for months but I have over five years of 24/7 wearing in the past seven years. The novelty of being relocked certainly wore off quickly. What can’t ever wear off is suppressing my erections. Since I get near-daily “exercise” when Mrs. Lion gets me hard, I am constantly reminded how much I like it when my cock is at full mast.

When she can get me to the edge, I’m also reminded how much I want to ejaculate. When she doesn’t, I am reminded of how much I love getting hard. While I was wild, it wasn’t a special treat to get hard. It was wonderful when Mrs. Lion stimulated me. Now the pleasure is doubled since just the erection is a big deal. Mrs. Lion playing with my penis is the cherry on top.

My point is that I am reminded several times a day, every single day how much I miss being allowed to get hard. If Mrs. Lion wanted to use releasing me and letting me get hard as an incentive to do things for her, it would be very powerful. I imagine that this incentive is at least as strong as being reminded that eventually, ejaculation will be allowed.

If you don’t believe me, try it out. Change the incentive from orgasm to a nice hard penis. The reward is being unlocked and allowed a nice stretch and tease. Orgasm isn’t even on the table. It doesn’t have to be.

Mrs. Lion is curious about whether locking me into a male chastity device makes me more receptive to sexual stimulation when she decides to unlock me. She reasons that if my penis is unable to get hard or receive any stimulation, then it must be starved for attention and will respond accordingly. Recently, I have been getting hard almost immediately after Mrs. Lion removes the Evotion male chastity device. She’s speculated that she isn’t sure whether or not my responsiveness is related to the chastity device or just general horniness.

Her experiment aside, being locked in a male chastity device is training me in a new way. When I was first locked up in 2013, the intention was to assure that I wouldn’t jerk off. It was very effective. After about three years of full-time lockup, just taken out for teasing and occasional release, I essentially forgot how to get myself off.

Even when wild (not wearing a male chastity device), I had no temptation to take matters into my own hand. I did develop some bad habits. Since I don’t wear any clothes at home, my penis was very accessible. I got into the habit of reaching down to make sure it was still there. Happily, it always was. Sometimes, I even played with it enough to get hard. Mrs. Lion was aware of this and so long as I didn’t get close to ejaculation, she didn’t object. She wasn’t fond of me doing it, but she didn’t forbid it.

About a month ago, we decided that it would be a good idea to cage me again. More accurately, I decided that I wanted to wear my male chastity device again. A while before this most recent decision, I received my 3D-printed Evotion Orion male chastity device. Unlike any other I had worn before, including my Jail Bird, this device was perfect. It is made of medical-grade nylon and is feather-light. It is so comfortable that I am generally unaware I have it locked on until I reach down between my legs.

Instead of finding my soft, ready-for-stimulation penis, there is the black nylon device preventing any physical contact. My fingers find hard plastic instead of willing flesh. I am learning that there is no point in reaching down. I get no pleasure fondling the device. Oh well.

As time goes by, I reach down less and less. It’s true that my balls are kept front and center by the device, but I’m not tempted to do any recreational touching there. It isn’t arousing when I try. In fact, all of the areas that are generally arousing to touch, don’t work when it’s my hand doing the touching.

I have no idea why this generalized loss of autoerotic fun is happening. I suspect the root cause is the chastity device. It not only silently trains me to not even bother to try to touch my penis, but it also signals when I am able to enjoy sex. The way I see it, over the years I have learned that when I wear a male chastity device, I can’t get sexually aroused. When Mrs. Lion removes the device, it’s a green light for arousal and potentially, ejaculation.

If I am locked in the device, even if my penis tries to get hard, there is nothing I can do about it. There is no point in playing with my balls or perineum. But when unlocked, those areas are switched on. They happily contribute to my arousal. The cage has taken over my other erogenous zones. It has trained me to essentially switch off arousal when it is locked on.

It’s taken a long time for this to happen. The transition has been slow and subtle. I never expected that wearing a male chastity device would do anything more than keeping my paws off my penis. If Mrs. Lion lets me go wild, it takes a while but things return to normal. I can make myself hard and stimulating my balls and perineum feels good. Lock me back up and the good feelings are turned off.

I wonder if other long-term male chastity device wearers have received similar conditioning. Mrs. Lion never lets me play with myself when she unlocks me. I’ve been well trained to get all my sexual pleasure from her.

Based on our posts, it would be easy to get the impression that Mrs. Lion and I discuss male chastity, FLR, and domestic discipline constantly. In fact, it doesn’t come up very often at all. There really isn’t a lot to talk about. She likes to hear if I am horny and if it hurts to sit after a spanking. Beyond that, everything is either understood or doesn’t need my input.

I like talking about these topics. Being the target/object of all the activities, I like the feeling of participation I get when we discuss them. Mrs. Lion indulges me sometimes, but clearly sees no need for conversation. I know my explicit rules. I also understand that I need to be respectful to Mrs. Lion. That’s not rocket science and doesn’t need analysis.

If I break a rule or otherwise commit an offense, Mrs. Lion will let me know I will be punished. Again, I don’t need any more information. I can ask what I did to earn the punishment. Mrs. Lion will tell me. I certainly shouldn’t ask when she plans to spank me. She’ll let me know when she is ready. I don’t need any further instruction. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to have a longer conversation about it. But that is just my desire to talk about a favorite subject.

One thing I have asked Mrs. Lion to do is to treat spanking me as just another needed task. I don’t think it should be special or require any more of her time than it takes to administer it. The other day that’s exactly what she did. She didn’t care about earlier conversations about which paddle has what effect. According to her, she just selected one she thought would hurt me (they all do!) and then spanked me with the single objective of causing me pain and hopefully having me continue to feel that pain for a day or more later. That was it.

When she finished, she just told me that she was done and put her paddle away. That’s it. Not another word. She didn’t solicit feedback about how much it hurt. She didn’t offer to tell me much about the condition of my bottom beyond noting there were just a few blood spots. My skin tends to split a little during a spanking. There are no visible sores or scabs. A little blood appears. This bleeding doesn’t signal a bruise or other lasting mark. Mrs. Lion has learned to ignore it.

This rather impersonal approach to punishing me has an effect. It makes me realize that spanking is the inevitable result of an offense. There is no BDSM component. Mrs. Lion is not emotional about it. It’s her job to punish me and she does it. She isn’t interested in how I like it. She wants to hurt me enough to think twice about repeating the offense. My only input was when I managed to get into trouble. After that, it is clear that I have absolutely no input.

She knows when to lock me up

While we aren’t quite there yet, the same is true about wearing a male chastity device. Mrs. Lion is starting to let me know that she doesn’t need me to tell her if I am wild. In the past, she would forget to lock me up after play. Unless I reminded her that I was wild, I could stay unlocked for a day or more. Now, she remembers and tells me when to put the base ring on. A little later she locks me into my cage. No input from me is required.

I like this. I tend to overshare and try to participate in things that don’t require my input. Apparently lioness 4.0 has no need to hear from me. I suppose the next logical step is to punish me if I stick my nose in where it isn’t wanted. I get the feeling she is thinking along those lines. I’m not going to ask her. I’m not that stupid.

Evolution can almost go on unnoticed. This is as true in relationships as it is in nature. In nature, most evolution fails. The latest mutation isn’t viable. Eventually, one will be superior in some way. If it breeds true, the species moves forward. If the environment changes and no positive evolution occurs, extinction is the inevitable result.

The same is true when it comes to human behavior. In our case it is kink. Introducing something new like domestic discipline represents a behavioral mutation. In order for it to succeed, it has to coexist with the environment of the relationship. Initially, it was a sexually-motivated fantasy of mine. I love the idea of physical control. When we started I had never experienced it. The idea of being spanked for doing something wrong was very hot to me.

This was the genesis, the initial behavioral mutation that began domestic discipline for us. I proposed it to Mrs. Lion and she agreed to try it. At that stage, it was extremely fragile. She was uncomfortable punishing me and my vision was very unrealistic. Neither of us had a clue about punishment.

Mrs. Lion created a few simple, easy-to-break rules, and off we went. It was very artificial at first. It was more of a BDSM scene. If I showed the slightest unhappiness at being spanked, Mrs. Lion stopped. She defined her role in terms of making me happy. I wanted to be punished, so she accommodated me. I think you’ll agree that it couldn’t go on like this for very long.

In fact, it did. Mrs. Lion learned to be an eagle-eyed observer of my behavior. I agreeably got into position for spanking each time she caught me breaking a rule. Her spankings became more severe. All this happened slowly. It became a habit for both of us. Fortunately, this pattern worked for us. I can’t say it was fun, but it wasn’t something we wanted to avoid either. The rules were simple and each time I broke one Mrs. Lion spanked me.

As the spankings became more painful, I worked harder to avoid earning them. I can’t claim that was a conscious decision. It wasn’t. Evolution. Both of us wrote about our experiences here. I think that helped us evolve. I knew that these changes had taken place. I didn’t fully understand the extent until Monday night.

I had forgotten to remind Mrs. Lion that last Thursday was punishment day. When I pointed that out (Yes, I do confess when I realize I break a rule), Mrs. Lion said I earned punishment. Between lack of sleep and other mundane things, Mrs. Lion didn’t spank me until Monday night. She told me to get into position. I can’t tell you how little I wanted to be spanked. It was something I absolutely wanted to avoid. Nevertheless, I got into position.

rubber tawse

Without a word, Mrs. Lion began paddling me. She didn’t stop until I was screaming into the bed and some small blood spots had appeared on my bottom. She used one of the rubber paddles. They sting horribly. I can still feel it a day later. The revelation occurred to me much later. We had evolved again.

First of all, Mrs. Lion spanked me as a routine chore she had to do. It had no emotional content that I could detect. She didn’t seem interested in my reactions. She had her own idea of what she wanted to accomplish. She wanted it to hurt and keep on hurting. She definitely didn’t want me to like it. I didn’t.

Her approach is a fully sustainable model of her role as my disciplinary wife. She is a force like gravity. Break a rule and she will punish me. There is no possibility she won’t. That’s what I wanted. Now I have it. It’s no fun and it isn’t arousing. It also isn’t going to go away. That’s the thing about evolution; a successful mutation will thrive.

There is one area that hasn’t seemed to evolve, at least with lioness 3.0: punishment for annoying her. With all the progress we have made as a disciplinary couple, the transition to more subjective offenses and punishment has been very slow in coming. 3.0 did spank me a couple of times for interrupting or acting like a know-it-all. She hasn’t shown the consistent observation and punishment she’s applied to my simpler set of rules.

I know this is much more difficult for her. I suspect a change is coming. 4.0 showed herself the other night when we played. She made sure I kept feeling the burn from her menthol rub after it started to wear off. That is a brand new behavior. I sensed a difference on Monday night when she spanked me. She was emotionless when she punished me. I don’t remember that level of detachment before. I may be wrong. It could be something else, but I felt a difference. Even the beating felt a little different. I can’t explain it other than to say I hated it more than usual. It could be that lioness 4.0 is the next step in our evolution. If so, things might be more difficult for me when she arrives.