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Yesterday was my orgasm day. I had an amazing time. Mrs. Lion began the festivities by unlocking me and then playing with my penis until it was nice and hard. She then had me roll over (lions can do some tricks). She then used a combination of her hands, a leather strap, a paddle, and a flogger to nicely warm my buns. Her pacing was excellent. I enjoyed it from beginning to end. After the spanking she had me roll over again onto my back. She then edged me several times. I was way past tree-humping horny. Finally she lubed me up and climbed on for a short-but-wonderful lion ride. I exploded inside of her. Pure heaven! This had to be one of the most wonderful orgasms in memory.

Mrs. Lion has set my next scheduled orgasm for December 24, a ten day wait. We’ve both received comments that a scheduled orgasm date is a loss of power for Mrs. Lion. Some believe that she should be able to give orgasms or make me wait at any time she wants. A scheduled orgasm date takes some control away from her. I disagree. On more than one occasion Mrs. Lion has said that she needs structure to make sure she follows through on her commitments. She makes sure that she teases me or does something else every other day. That isn’t for me. It isn’t topping from the bottom. It is for her. She has created a framework for her role as keyholder.

Now a scheduled orgasm date is much more than structure for Mrs. Lion. It is a powerful tool she can use to control me. Aside from the occasional bonus orgasms, I see in black and white the next time I can come. I find myself counting the days. That date fixes my attention on my eventual reward. Where does the control come in? Simple. I also know that date can change. Mrs. Lion can add time whenever she wants. She did it once. It was only a day, but that extension hit me hard. I hadn’t realized how much I was counting on that orgasm date. When Mrs. Lion added a day, I was crushed. My scheduled orgasm date has become very important to me.  I like to pretend I don’t care, but I do. I care a lot. One key to having power over another is to control something that person cares about.

So, if there were no scheduled release dates, Mrs. Lion would have to depend on telling me that I could have come, but (fill in the reason). This is actually far weaker in terms of control. Why? Because I hadn’t expected to come, so telling me that I lost a chance I never knew I had isn’t that bad. But losing a chance I had been counting on for a long time. That really hurts. This isn’t about hurting me. Mrs. Lion wants to make me happy. But it is about controlling me. She is learning very well how to do that. She has become quite expert as my keyholder. Thank you, Mrs. Lion!

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity, Sex

Today is my scheduled orgasm day. Between hurting my back and my bonus orgasm, I am not as crazy horny as usual. That doesn’t mean I’m not ready, willing, and able to squirt for Mrs. Lion. I will be a very grateful lion tomorrow. Most of the time I don’t think about my chastity device or the fact that it prevents me from erection and orgasm. That, I suppose, is because sex isn’t on my mind most of the time. But when my thoughts drift in that direction, things change drastically.

Like times when I am driving and I start to think about some of my sexual adventures. I’m sure you know what I mean; some hot memories are way more entertaining than NPR. Sometimes the memories are rather vivid and I can feel a stirring between my legs. My hand drifts down and encounters…my cage. The same sort of thing happens at night when drifting off to sleep; sexy thought followed by touching my cage.

I can’t say that I am disappointed when I feel that steel barrier. I am not happy either. Usually, I mentally ask myself, “What were you thinking?” and then smile and remember that my penis doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to Mrs. Lion. She only lets me use it to pee. When we were first starting out with this, I would get a bit aroused each time I had that thought. After nearly 11 months the thought evokes a bemused sigh. When I’m thinking more rationally, I have to admit that my sex life has taken a big turn toward the better over these last months. Ironically, by losing control of my cock, I seem to be having way more fun. Lions are more complex critters than I thought.

Before I suggested we try enforced chastity, I thought about what my wish for this meant. I am not a submissive person. I’ve been an active top and BDSM educator for almost 30 years. I have always enjoyed bottoming, but that was restricted to individual sessions, not full time. Obviously there is no comfortable label for my current state. Poor Mrs. Lion. No wonder it is hard for her to figure out what I want.

Most of the time I like to end a post with a pithy explanation I think you might find helpful. This one ends with me puzzled. I have no idea why I am so happy with our sex life that I don’t want anything to change. I live with a Mature Metal Jail Bird locked to my penis. I don’t always like that it is there, but I can’t think of any reason why I would want it permanently removed.  Let me know if you see something I don’t. Please.

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In: Lion's Journal

Yesterday was orgasm day! Last night Mrs. Lion uncaged me and played with my penis for a while. Then she moved down the bed and gave me a very slow, wonderful blow job. It was mind blowing! Not fancy, just perfect.

Almost eleven months ago I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me into a chastity device. It was amazingly erotic. If you have been reading along, you know we have been slowly evolving our new sexual adventure. Meanwhile, I stay locked in this device. All this time I have believed that the device was the catalyst for the positive changes we have been making. I know that I can probably pull out of the locked device. But I don’t.

The device is always there. It prevents self stimulation and erections. It does its job very well. It turns me on because it is a form of bondage that travels with me everywhere. It provides Mrs. Lion with a way to absolutely control my sex life. That, after all, is what I want. There have  been times when Mrs. Lion lets me run around wild (uncaged). During those times I do enjoy touching my penis now and then. But nothing happens. I don’t get hard. I don’t even want to get hard.

This got me thinking. Is there more going on than I imagined? I thought about the facts. The last time I masturbated was February 2014, over ten months ago. That occasion was when Mrs. Lion asked me to do it so she could watch. Since then, the only sexual stimulation I have known has been provided by her. So, for the last ten months the only erections I have experienced were provided by Mrs. Lion. The rest of the time I am caged and essentially neutered. Well, not neutered, I still desire release and feel intensely horny.

I could work my penis out of its cage and masturbate. It’s possible. Maybe. But I can’t. I won’t. What’s more, even when allowed to be “wild”, my cock behaves the same way it does when caged. At this point I don’t think the effect would last more than a day or two. Who knows? The point is that Mrs. Lion and that little chastity device are changing me. The most powerful male imperative, sex, is being controlled by someone outside of me.

So my chastity device turns out to be a very powerful force for change. The cage is a game changer. Standard power exchange where the male surrenders sexually when with his top is one thing. But when the control is real and physical and is in place 24-hours-a-day, the change is profound. I’m convinced that by March 2016 (the date we agreed to decide if we want to continue locking me up), I won’t be capable of sexual arousal unless the stimulation comes from Mrs. Lion. I will be sexually trained.

Does that mean I don’t need the cage anymore? I suppose in some ways I won’t. But it will remain in place as a perpetual reminder that Mrs. Lion owns me.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

(Tuesday, December 2, 2014) True to form, today my sixth day is less than wonderful. I’m not horribly depressed, but my interest in sex is minimal right now. Last time I couldn’t understand why I wanted to be caged. This time, I am fine with the idea of enforced chastity, just not sexually motivated. The mystery to me is why on this sixth day of waiting does my world change?

It’s not that I don’t get any stimulation. Mrs. Lion has religiously teased me every second day. For some reason completely independent of stimulation, I get down on my sixth day. If this time is like last time, tomorrow I will be hot and horny again. Some of last week’s sadness had nothing to do with enforced chastity. There have been some financial bumps in our lives that were also getting me down. This week has a better prospect, so at least that isn’t weighing my down. But that nagging, unhappy feeling is still there: the sixth day blues. Sounds a little like a song title. No, I won’t compose some corny lyrics. I’m tempted, but no, you don’t deserve that.

Tonight Mrs. Lion teased me. It wasn’t very intense. It was fun, but not what I would expect after all this waiting. I can’t understand it. It’s getting late now, so this will be a very short post. Tomorrow’s the seventh day. On the seventh day the lion should be massively horny again…I hope.