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Last week, I had a fixed orgasm day. It was part of Mrs. Lion’s ongoing experimentation in forced male chastity. On Sunday I got my scheduled orgasm. It was amazing! Like Mrs. Lion, I am trying to figure out if I respond differently to fixed orgasm dates and not knowing when my next orgasm will come. I don’t think anticipating Sunday had much effect on me, though I did like knowing we were going to play.I really looked forward to that. In fact, planned play dates really work for me.

I think that Mrs. Lion is going to go back to no fixed orgasm date and plans to use the, “You can wait another day (week, month), can’t you, dear?” method of raising the stakes. This is especially challenging for me if she is edging me at the time. She wants to see how that method will work for us. I wonder what she will do if I say I just can’t wait another… I bet she will laugh.

Another possibility is to force me to wait until I am truly desperate and then do the “Can’t you wait, dear?” Of course that will drastically reduce the number of orgasms I get.  I’m not sure Mrs. Lion, or I for that matter, will be very happy with that. However, it is a valid and reasonable thing for Mrs. Lion to do.

This is the biggest chastity issue we face. Many of the more interesting activities only occur when my desperation to come is very high. That can take a couple of weeks or more. Mrs. Lion loves to make me come and I am not at all fond of being desperate. It’s ok sometimes, but I prefer less desperate and more satisfied; not that it matters. A mix of both might keep things more interesting. I do hate waiting.

In many cases, caged males want to be challenged by waiting longer and longer. Some want to be prevented from ever having another orgasm. In some cases, the keyholder has some reason of her own to want to minimize or eliminate male orgasms. Neither is true in our case. I think it’s fair to say that we have two different-but-complementary purposes: I want to be sexually controlled and disciplined, and Mrs. Lion likes that my chastity helps to keep her more sexually focused.

I value the benefits we get from our particular brand of forced male chastity. I believe that Mrs. Lion does too. Our challenge is to figure out how to manage my orgasms. It isn’t that we disagree or are unhappy. We just want to figure out what works best for us. What works for you?

 

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity
frustrated lion
Sometimes I just wish my cage were off. Those are the times I realize I am not in charge.

The temptation is always to write about the sexual side of chastity: the teasing, playing, and of course, orgasms. All this sexual conversation makes forced male chastity seem like a non-stop sexual journey. That’s simply not the case. I’m in my cage almost all the time. My releases are generally short and sexual in nature. I suppose if I average it all out, I am locked up over 95% of the time. If I look at what I have written, almost all of my posts are about the 5% when I am wild. What about the other 95%?

Most of the time I am not aware of my cage and I don’t think about it. I often think about the fact that I am caged, but I don’t spend my days and nights pining away to get sexual release. Like most males, I think about sex frequently, but not for long periods of time. My focus has to remain on my job and tasks like driving, reading, etc. The cage, however, remains in place all of the time. When I am aware of my cage it is usually because it becomes a bit uncomfortable. Sometimes, when sitting in the car or at my desk, my underwear can pull up and I get some irritation from the base ring. A quick adjustment and all is well. The other time the cage is a real bother is when I need to pee. Even though the new cage keeps my urethra generally centered, the pressure of the cage can cause a bit of spraying. Also, aim isn’t very easy due to the cage’s short length and the curve that keeps my penis pointing down.

My point is that forced male chastity isn’t a non-stop, sexual wild ride. It has its moments, but by and large it is an inconvenience to be endured in order to provide the keyholder with absolute sexual control. The knowledge that Mrs. Lion has that control is, of course, very exciting to me. But that doesn’t change the reality that I frequently spend twenty-four hours a  day locked up. I’m not complaining. This is exactly what I want.

There are times I really wish I were wild again. I do get tired of the complications of peeing while caged. I don’t like it when I have to adjust when sitting, particularly in the car. The sexual frustration sometimes irritates more than excites. Mrs. Lion calls that lion grumbles. I do grumble. Frustration in one sense is exciting and I like that Mrs. Lion forces me to feel it. In another way it is annoying. Of course, that’s the point. Being “forced” to do what you want to do anyway is hardly control. Real control is felt when I have to do what Mrs. Lion wants and not what I want.

The flip side of this frustration is fatigue. Sometimes I ask myself it all this is worth it. In my case it is. So much has improved in my life as a result of being caged that the inconveniences are trivial in comparison. Of course, the very fact that I do get tired of being caged and wish I were wild again is another indication that it isn’t under my control. I can’t take it off and run wild just because I don’t feel like being locked up. That is the entire point of forced male chastity. I can be as tired of it as I want. I can whine, complain, and demand release but I won’t get it. You know what? That’s the entire point of the game.

So, if you are new to this or you are contemplating beginning,  be aware that you will have times you just want to be free; not so much to masturbate but just because being caged is getting on your nerves. If you are caged and share these feelings, it’s important to recognize that the frustration and annoyance serve to prove that you are no longer in control. And that is why we asked to be locked up in the first place.

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Lion and I just came through about a week or so of the doldrums. Neither of us cared too much about playing. He wasn’t interested in an orgasm, nor was I interested in giving him one. We’ve been out of the doldrums for a week or so. My theory about not having a specific wait time is still in play. The other day when I gave him an orgasm, it wasn’t because I absolutely had to give him one and he didn’t seem tree-humping horny. I just did it because, well, because I could. I guess, in that respect, it was the way things should have been in the bad old days. BC (before cage). I’m still wondering if I pick a number, will it change the dynamics? Will my need to give him an orgasm become more urgent? Will he become massively horny again? Whenever he gets his next orgasm, I will pick a number so we can test the theory.

I also wonder if the number has anything to do with my horniness level. I was slightly hornier pre-doldrums. Not that I would have considered myself “cured”, but I wasn’t as blase about sex as I am now. Could his wait time do anything for me in terms of wanting sex? It’s all part of our little experiment.

As far as the cage is concerned, I’m not sure what Lion was worried about. It’s not going anywhere. He just had a mini vacation from it for one day. I never put it away. It was always sitting there well within sight. Just waiting to be secured again. And if he had said he didn’t want it on anymore? Well, our agreement is that he will be caged until sometime in 2016, so without a major discussion and a finding in his favor by Judge Mrs. Lion, he will be caged. That also means that I cannot arbitrarily decide that he doesn’t have to wear it anymore. Except for mini vacations. Because mini vacations are well within the jurisdiction of Mrs. Lion. So, not to worry. Lion is now and will be caged.

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(Monday, July 28 2014) Yesterday ended my first wild day without a reason. Mrs. Lion gave me a full 24 hours of freedom. Last night Mrs. Lion teased me a bit and then began oral stimulation. After I was totally into it she asked if I would trade an orgasm for another day of freedom. Of course I refused. I was ready to orgasm. So, Mrs. Lion gave me an amazing oral orgasm. I was happy to get locked up again.

I have to admit that I also worried a bit that Mrs. Lion wouldn’t lock me up after my day of freedom. Worse, I wasn’t sure that I would object to being left wild. Don’t get me wrong, I really like the changes the cage has brought our sex life. The very fact that Mrs. Lion actually gave me a wild day and then offered me a choice is a great step forward. She is absolutely in control now. I love how that feels.

Her offer of letting me go wild was very generous. Even though I can pee standing up, it is challenging over a standard toilet. There is always the risk of bad aim and spray. With no cage it is easier. Also a long drive sometimes results in my underwear pulling up and the base ring cutting into me a bit. However, that is small stuff compared to oral sex. Given a choice, I can’t imagine not choosing an orgasm from my lioness. She, however, said (in her post yesterday) that she will try different options to see if there is something I will trade an orgasm for — fat chance.

I really like Mrs. Lion’s thinking. My lockup and orgasms are becoming a currency that she can use to test me. There is no longer any doubt that any reprieve from lockup will be temporary. Similarly, Mrs. Lion has proven that she can withhold orgasms from me as long as she wishes. It sounds like she now wants to have some fun with this power. How cool is that?

We were away this past weekend attending an event with friends. There wasn’t a great deal of free time. We were also pretty tired. Our bed didn’t allow us to get a full night’s sleep. Despite that, Mrs. Lion used clothespins on my penis and gave me a ruined orgasm Saturday night and a great oral orgasm Sunday. I wonder when my anal training will resume. It’s one of those things I love to hate. I wonder if, after more training, I will learn to love pegging and her hand up my ass. With consistent training, I am willing to bet that I will learn to crave it. I certainly want to try.