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On Saturday I knew we’d be out most of the day. I was trying to figure out what I could do in exchange for Lion being out of his diaper. I was thinking about making him wear a butt plug but then I worried that would be messier than a wet diaper. We’d be doing a lot of walking too and he was not used to having a butt plug in. The one I wanted to use is heavy and he likes the weight of it. He put a picture of it in his own post here.

Ultimately I decided the butt plug wouldn’t work for Saturday but Friday night would work out just fine. And I had another plan for him too. We went out to eat and I said we should go to the grocery store to look for dessert. I told him I needed to look for something too. I led the way to the aisle with the condoms. He wanted to know what I was looking for. I told him he’d see soon enough. I’m sure he was surprised when I picked a box out and showed it to him. He said he didn’t know what I needed them for. I told him he would find out.

When we got home I uncaged him so he could take a shower. When he came out I had the butt plug and Boy Butter lube on the bed. No condoms. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He really wanted to know what the condoms were for. I told him we were using the butt plug so he assumed the position. I played with him off and on, getting him close and then backing off. Then when I was sure he was close I decided he could come but I didn’t want him to enjoy it too much so I took him just past the edge and stopped. He whimpered. And he still didn’t know what the condoms were for.

Throughout Saturday he mentioned the condoms three or four times. I really had him stumped. When we settled in to watch tv he asked when he was going to find out what they were for.

Now for a little explanation. Several years ago I had a physically demanding job. When I got home at night I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Every time I moved my body ached. When that job ended I figured my aches and pains would end too. Not so. There are medical issues that have been helped somewhat by medication. However, if I try to do too much I am achy the following day or two. A month or two ago I decided that I would spank him so I tied him up and gave him the rosy butt he loves so much. The next day I was hurting. Shoulders, legs, back. Everything but the hand that had been almost as pink as his butt. It is this, coupled with Lion’s lack of initiating sex, that has led to where we are today. Or, more accurately, where we were a few weeks ago. So when it actually came time to share with him what the condoms were for, it did flash through my mind that my body would be paying for it the next day.

Once I actually put the condom on he asked again why he needed it. I knew he wouldn’t be able to feel the pleasure of my riding him if he was wearing a condom. It was my way of giving him what he’s been craving for so long without actually letting him enjoy it. We had a few missteps, and ultimately the condom idea was jettisoned, but we both had a good time.

Obviously I was happy with the sex part, but I also liked torturing him about the condoms. It really bothered him not knowing what I had planned. Good!

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Male chastity is initiated by locking up the male’s penis in a cage that makes it impossible to achieve an erection and ejaculate. At least that is the goal of the hardware. So, one would imagine that the objective of this practice is to prevent the male from having sex, alone or with anyone else. However, it’s a bit like pregnancy; you get that way by having sex, but once pregnant there is a lot more to do for the next twenty years or so.

Very few, if any caged males expect that sex prevention is the reason they want to be locked up. There is a not-so-subtle power exchange implied in the process. So, are we talking about a set of things to do with a caged male, or are we really embarking on a new lifestyle that will seep into every corner of our lives? A lot of folks work hard to keep the forced chastity and the sexual activities around it isolated from the rest of their lives. Is that possible?

Lioness and I are now about two months in to my 24/7 caging. I went in with expectations of some female topping along with controlling if and when I get to orgasm. Fortunately for me, lioness lets me orgasm twice a week so far. I like that a lot. Of course that could change at any time. She has also imposed weekend diaper wearing and forces me to bargain for occasional exceptions. All this fits in nicely with our initial concept. I also imagine there will be some discipline and imposition of other requirements. It’s an expected part of our version of forced male chastity.

The big question is that if we do this consistently and incorporate these practices in our daily lives,  have we moved forced chastity from an activity we share to a new lifestyle for us? I go both ways on this. In some sense I see that we have added some nice spice to our sex life and as such this is an activity. But then as I consider it more, it occurs to me that my being caged insinuates itself subtly into other unrelated parts of our lives. For example, if we are going to go out for dinner and then see a movie on a Saturday night, lioness has to consider whether or not I could enjoy the evening if I have to spend part of it in a wet diaper. Does she give me a “vacation” from my diaper? Does she let me sit in a wet one or try to hold my pee in? If she lets me out for the evening, does she exact a price later? Will I have to wear one during the week as well?

Granted, this is not a big deal but it is a new complication. On another level, should she make me wait longer to orgasm if I do something non-sexual that displeases her? If she does, are we now using forced chastity to support a more generalized female domination? Do we need to discuss it? In my case, I would accept such an extension, even welcome it. But will this change the way lioness views me as a man?

All of these questions wouldn’t even come up if forced male chastity was just an activity. They are very relevant because whether we asked for it or not, it becomes part of our lives; a new lifestyle. Everyone is different and how they approach the practice is individual. However, in many male fantasies about being caged, there is an underlying request for female dominance at some level. It may just relate to sex, and pleasing the keyholder, or it can extend into non-sexual parts of the couple’s lives as well. Either way is fine. The important thing is to be aware of what you both want and talk about it. After the conversation, let the games begin!

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The Male Chastity Journal was created by me to provide a real-life view of forced male chastity. I am very fortunate that Mrs. Lion contributes freely to this online conversation. We are sharing the struggle and the joys of introducing enforced male chastity and female domination into our lives. As you can read here, it isn’t an easy path.

I have a lifetime of experience as a top. I am a novice bottom and caged male. My relationship with Mrs. Lion has its challenges for both of us. I have wanted to bottom as long as she has known me. She had never heard of such things before we met. As you can read here, we have both struggled with this for many years. A communication gap is the result of this struggle. I am not sure how I feel about it, but what you can read here is that gap closing. Mrs. Lion is discussing issues that affect her and her ability to support my enforced male chastity. They are intensely personal and provide a window into a real-life couple’s efforts to make all of this work.

From my perspective this is a very good thing. I am learning from her every post. I am not perfect. I don’t handle every situation the best way. As you can read, I have made mistakes in my pursuit of a sexual relationship with my lioness. I am happy to get her perspective and have her give me a chance to correct these errors.

I don’t think that by revealing my mistakes and weaknesses that my credibility as someone who has information to share has been hurt; just the opposite. My goal was to provide an unvarnished look at real people practicing forced male chastity. Since I am the caged male, I can’t control how the women here on the blog choose to meet that challenge. I don’t want to control it.

Too much of the stuff on the Web is either fantasy or idealized accounts of this lifestyle. Real people, particularly new keyholders, can perceive this fantasy perfection as an impossible goal to reach. As a result they get discouraged and don’t even try. Even worse, the males who want this can persist in believing that all of their relationship issues will disappear when they get a lock on their cocks.

If you are reading along with us, you are getting a daily account of how two couples are growing into forced male chastity. We are all very different. We all have baggage. Everyone does. This blog is unique in that we aren’t hiding it. In short, if we can make this work, you can too.

There are two important lessons here for caged males and their keyholders: Issues in your relationship won’t go away after you are caged. They can get worse. Second, locking someone up or being locked up does not remove anyone’s obligation to make the other happy. A cage is not a free pass to avoid  doing things on your own to please your keyholder, and for keyholders, taking charge does not absolve you from the obligation to keep your pet happy.

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During the day, Lion and I send each other text messages. Some are silly love notes. Some are housekeeping. Can you get the dry cleaning? Did you deposit that check? Any ideas for dinner? When I do remember to deposit that check, Lion usually says, “Thank you, ma’am.” Last week I asked him if he could make dinner. He said, “Yes, ma’am.” I know he’s looking for “good boy” or “thank you, my pet” or words to that effect, but it seems unnatural to me to say them. I do, of course, say thank you and please. But there’s something about speaking down to him that grates against my nerves. I say “good girl” to the
dog. Why would I say that to another human being?

The other day, at work, one of my coworkers and her immediate supervisor were going over stuff that needed to be done. The supervisor said, “Can you do X?” and the employee said, “Yes, boss.” This went on for about five minutes. Whatever the supervisor asked for, the employee said, “Yes, boss.” This is not normal chatter around the office. It didn’t seem like a sarcastic “yes, boss” but I couldn’t tell for sure. Usually a “yes, ma’am” is done tongue in cheek with our crew. We do recognize the supervisors are above us in the company structure but for the most part, from our point of view, the supervisors are the ones who get paid to make the decisions so we defer to them. Even when I was a supervisor no one ever said, “yes, ma’am” to me.

So how to deal with Lion and his need to call me ma’am? Up to now I have just responded to him normally. I’ve been trying to condition myself not to cringe or sigh when he does it. I’m hoping eventually it will not sound as ridiculous to me as it does now. I’m also hoping that I will not sound as ridiculous as I do now when I call him a good boy. Then again, it seemed ridiculous to spank him so I guess anything is possible.