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Only one email today, but one that I think affects a lot of us.

I Am Nine and a Half inches fully extended, about six and a half flaccid, have a big corona ridge and head, I would appreciated suggestions on how to get a good fit. I want to remain chaste and honest to my fiancé, When I wear a metal cage, head becomes swollen and red, I am concerned about permanent damage. Any real suggestions? This is for real. I enjoy enforced chastity for two reasons more intense orgasms, and It avoids jealousy because my Girlfriend. knows I was very promiscuous when I was single, I am willing to purchase a “Holy Trainer” but I do not want to spend that kind of money, then have it come apart.

You and I have the same problem, just yours is a very large penis, and mine, well you know. Off-the-shelf devices like the Holy Trainer work for the “average” guy. Actually, they don’t work too well for anyone, but at least if you are the right size for one of these, it will work. In your case, I suspect none of the CB’s or other plastic devices will end up fitting correctly. You may have to save your pennies, but I’m afraid that a custom device is needed.

You mention that a metal cage irritates the head of your penis. It’s probably not the stainless steel. It just doesn’t fit correctly. I suggest you contact one of the two main custom cage makers: Mature Metal or Steelworx. Both companies are happy to help you figure out the best device for you. While you are saving up, you can experiment with base rings. Mature Metal sells a set of rings that allow you to work out what is best for you. Alternatively, you can go to the local hardware store and buy metal rings in a wide range of sizes. Either way, try one, if it is too tight to wear for long, try the next size. I suggest that when you think you have the right size, wear that ring for at least two full weeks, 24 hours a day. If it remains comfortable and isn’t too loose (see our article Getting A Good Fit for more information), then that will be the size to order.

The best thing about custom devices is that the makers are willing to adjust them if you need a change. They charge a fair price for these adjustments. If you go the Holy Trainer or other off-the-shelf route, you may end up spending more money on replacing these devices than you would have spent to get one made for you.

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In: Lion's Journal

There are days I wonder about the cage that hangs between my legs. After all this time you would think that I would have made my peace with being caged. I know, I know, it was my idea after all. I’m sure you are tired of me talking about it as well. I think the reason that I sometimes wonder about it is that I know that with or without the chastity device, I would not cheat on Mrs. Lion. So, what’s the point of wearing it?

There is a very good reason, at least in my case. Very simply, that little cage guarantees that I will not cheat. It doesn’t matter whether I wouldn’t or not. I can’t. At least I can’t without Mrs. Lion finding out. I know that it is possible to pull out of a device, though I have never tried it. But, as far as I know, getting back in without unlocking is not likely. So, the cage is a constant reminder that it simply isn’t up to me. I can be as horny as can be and want to come more than I want to breathe. But I can’t unless Mrs. Lion gives me that orgasm. I think about that. Then I think about how much I like Mrs. Lion controlling me, and I smile.

When she decides I need a spanking, I roll over on my stomach. I’m already naked. One of my rules is to be naked all the time at home. I can wear a t-shirt if I am cold, but my buns and genitals are always exposed. Lately, Mrs. Lion has been very strict with her spankings. I know it will really sting. I find it nearly impossible to hold still. She has said that at some point, if I move, she will begin again. So far, she hasn’t objected to my squirming. I think I would like to have to learn to hold still no matter how much it hurts.

Squirming is something she says she likes. I know that I can squirm when she is spanking me. When she is teasing me, I find myself bucking, hoping to provide that little bit of extra stimulation that will get me over the top. For the record, it never works. But I can’t help myself. I have to try.

She also said she likes the sounds I make when she teases me. Before being locked up, I was a very quiet lover; not silent, but not very expressive. I haven’t tried to make sounds, but now I am pretty noisy. I don’t know why, but I provide a lot of audible feedback.

These changes are all part of my lockup. When I notice them, or Mrs. Lion points it out, I realize that I am being conditioned to involuntarily behave differently. I wonder if this would extend to painful stimulus like a spanking. Can I learn to hold still without even thinking about it? Maybe I will find out.

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In: Advice to caged males, Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

When I drive home from work, I often have conversations in my mind about enforced male chastity. Ok, I need a life. But some of the stuff may be of some use. I imagine myself talking to a guy who is anxious to try enforced chastity. Here’s how it goes:

I’ve read a lot of posts by guys whose wives or girlfriends buy them a chastity device and “surprise” them with it. I’ve dropped a few hints, I wonder why my wife hasn’t done it yet?
The number one myth in enforced chastity is the one where the guy comes home from work and his wife/girlfriend presents him with a package and tells him to open it. When he does, he asks her what it is, and she tells him. She then tells him to put it on (or puts it on him) and lets him know he will be wearing it from now on. I get five or ten of these stories a month as comments to various pages. They go right into the trash. This is a story, nothing more. Virtually every caged male got that way because he asked someone to lock him up. The story usually includes “sins” the guy committed that prompted her to cage him. Well, wrong again. The last thing a pissed off partner is thinking about is locking up his penis. If you want to be locked up, you will have to ask your partner to become your keyholder.

Guys often write that once locked up, they want to do housework, wear panties, and service their keyholders endlessly.
If you didn’t want to do those things before, being locked up and horny probably won’t change anything. You don’t become a different person because your dick is in a cage.

I’ll give my keyholder any kind of sex she wants when she orders me to do it.
Damn big of you, fella! Is the reason you want to be locked up that you want her to take the sexual initiative? If so, you’re like me and many other caged males. The thing is, don’t even start to pretend you are being forced. Look at it from her perspective. She is with a guy who needs her to cage his cock and then demand he lick her in order to get sex. It can’t make her feel very good about herself to believe you need physical force to go down on her. It can’t help her self esteem, or for that matter, her opinion of you to be in that situation. Try telling her how much you want to please her and how hot it is for you to hear her let you know what you can do.

I need a chastity device that will make it impossible for me to get out and jerk off.
Really? Ok, here’s the deal. There are devices that are pretty hard to escape. They are also not terribly comfortable. You’ll see guys writing about how they need the smallest possible base ring (the ring that goes around your cock and balls) so that when the cage is on, they can’t pull out. Guess what? The smaller the base ring, the more pain you will be in. What doe those guys do? They lube the area the ring covers several times a day. It still hurts, but hurts less. If they were a bit smarter about things, they would realize that what prevents the from jerking off is their commitment to their keyholders, not the security of the device. My device fits me well. It would be difficult to pull out, but it is possible. However, I will never do that. My sexual pleasure belongs to Mrs. Lion.  Period. As a result, my  device is so comfortable, I frequently forget I am wearing. Isn’t that better?

There you go. A bit of Q and A hatched in my car on the way home from work.

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Last night Mrs. Lion teased me without mercy. She pushed me to the edge over and over. I loved it! When she finished I was desperate to orgasm. None was offered. I was put back in my cage dripping. I wasn’t mad at Mrs. Lion. I had a great time. For some unknown reason, I was much more desperate than usual. It was six days and that is right in the “sweet spot” of needing to come, but still, this was more intense.

Then she wrote her post for yesterday. In it she promised that while she was grooming me, she would give me a bit more teasing. She was true to her word. While she was shaving and epilating, she got in some rubbing and a bit of sucking. She said,

You must be very horny.

How can you tell (smiling)?

You are longer than usual.

Longer? Well, yes. When I am really ready, my cock gets longer. I suspect most males do too. I said we should do another cast of my cock. But the truth was that I had interest in only one thing: release! After the grooming, Mrs. Lion rubbed my tummy and I scooched up in the bed so her hand could more conveniently reach lower in case she wanted to touch there. It turns out that she did. She played with my cock and I was rock hard and bucking against her hand. She said that she likes to see me squirm.

Was I squirming?

(Laugh) Oh yes.

I could feel myself trying to get the most out of every touch. Then, to my complete surprise, Mrs. Lion moved between my legs and began sucking me. She didn’t stop when I get near the edge. She kept going through an enormous orgasm. Wow, did I need that! I was truly desperate. Could I have waited another eight or nine days? Yes, if I had to. But, I am sure glad I didn’t. In fact I was eying the drawer where I keep my love coupons. I was very seriously considering using one to get off.

I feel much better now. I don’t know why Mrs. Lion decided to show me mercy, but boy am I grateful!