I’ve always known I was different. I would say I’m more of a submissive person although I don’t like being told what to do. See? Weird. I take pleasure in the suffering of certain people. See? Twisted. But not in the suffering of my Lion. If only I was weird and twisted the same way my Lion is weird and twisted we wouldn’t have any problems.

When Lion first explained to me that he wanted to be submissive I told him I didn’t know if I could do it. The first time I spanked him must have felt like a fly landing on him. Eventually I got better at it. A few times I even left bruises. We’ve tried lots of different things over the years. None of them turn me on. I may have been horny many times but it wasn’t the act itself that turned me on. It’s just something I do for him.

I gave him new restraints for Valentine’s day so it’s not that I’m against the whole idea. And I can’t tell you how many times I tell myself tonight will be the night it changes. Just the other night I thought about teasing him and at some point jumping on top and telling him it was my turn and he better not come until I gave him permission. But then as I was teasing him I wasn’t turned on and I just wound up teasing him till he had an orgasm.

Forced male chastity has its origin in Victorian times when it was believed that male masturbation and the spilling of seed contributed to feeble mindedness and other mental disorders. To help prevent this, male chastity devices were invented and widely used in mental asylums and on pubescent boys. As we know, the modern incarnation of this practice has nothing at all to with preventing mental illness. Instead, it is a form of sexual control imposed on the male. This practice is fairly recent. While some people have probably done it since Victorian times, its popularity can be traced back to the 1970’s and the sexual revolution. But even then there were relatively few kinksters who practiced it. The devices were belts that restricted movement, could be massively uncomfortable, and were very expensive. The invention of the chastity tube and cage brought this hobby to the masses.

Forced male chastity has the potential to open some new doors in social activities. For people in committed relationships, close opposite sex friendships have always been difficult. The inevitable sexual tension always raised the specter of an affair or the appearance of one. Women not in a relationship with a given male, have always had to be careful about “turning him on” since that could result in his arousal and sexually aggressive behavior. I’m not saying that a male friend turns into a rapist if he gets an erection; nothing of the kind. What can happen is that his arousal will trigger arousal in the female and they may do something they will regret later.

Most likely, if allowed to happen, sex would not result. People do have self control. But both men and women are conditioned to avoid situations where socially unacceptable sex could happen. Forced male chastity may offer more latitude in male/female contact. Since, as a caged male, I have no possibility of unauthorized sex involving my penis, social interactions that have strong sexual content are no more dangerous than shaking hands.

Ok, I am very sure my lioness would not approve of me supplying female friends with oral orgasms or masturbation. That would be too much, perhaps. But, given that I am unable to have sex with anyone or masturbate, it might be possible that a friend could spank me or tease me without threatening our fidelity. I’m not saying that I have any friends who are just waiting for a chance to get me naked and swat my butt, but the point is that when both partners know for sure that sex is not possible, other things that could have led to sex become potentially available between non-sexual friends.

Of course, in the lion world, no one gets near the lion unless recruited by the lioness. So, I have absolutely no license to roam around looking for extra-curricular spanking and teasing. But in the wider scope of forced male chastity, there are now new, safe avenues for more sexual contact between friends who are outside of a committed relationship. I am sure that some new sexual revolution will occur for caged males and their keyholders, but it is something to consider. What do you think? This isn’t grandma’s puritan world anymore.

lion's shaved pubes.
I’ve haven’t had pubic hair in so many years I can’t remember what a lion with hairy balls looks like. To see my entire pubic region sporting a full erection click here

I haven’t had pubic hair in so many years that I can’t remember what I looked like when I was hairy down there. I don’t even think that I have an old photo of the hairy lion. A lover of mine many years ago, the woman who started the entire “lion” thing, didn’t like pubic hair and made sure she removed all of mine. She used to say, “Everyone knows that lions don’t have pubic hair.” Along with the frontal hair removal, the corresponding region in the rear is also maintained in a hairless state. This makes anal play neater and provides a nice smooth playing field for spanking. Speaking of which, the presence or absence of hair has no effect on the sting of the spanking.

It appears that many caged males, other than lions, also don’t have any pubic hair. One reason for this, I am sure, is that hair around the penis tends to get pulled when chastity hardware is put on and taken off. Even during daily wear hair can get caught under the cock ring and pulled painfully. I think there is another, more important reason that caged males end up with bald balls: being hairless is a visible symbol of submission to the keyholder.  Even if the cage is removed, the hairless pubes remain.

I like being bald for other reasons too. It is cleaner. Hair retains scent. The cage, and in my case the diaper, cause smelly residue to hide in the hardware. The bare skin is much easier to rinse. I also like the way it looks. The lack of hair exposes every tiny detail of my cock and balls. It can serve as a visual reminder to my lioness, who retains all of her pubic hair, that she is in charge and I am groomed for her pleasure. The biggest reason is that I just feel more sexually submissive without the hair that traditionally defines me as a mature male. Some people have said that it means I want to be a child. No, I really don’t. It is removal of a symbol that to most men suggests power. It makes me visually more vulnerable. I think that being caged and sexually submissive to my lioness is expressed by my hairless state. Just another part of my forced chastity kink.

For some time, even before being caged, I wake up at 3 AM or so to pee. As in the past, I frequently find myself aroused. Only now my erection is the same size as my flaccid penis. Its thicker and bulges against the bars. The head tries to push its way out. Some people say it hurts when they try to get hard. It doesn’t hurt me at all. It actually feels good. I haven’t tried very hard, but once my little chubby presses against its cage, nothing I can do with my hand will arouse me further. Orgasm in my cage is apparently impossible. As frustrated as I get, I don’t really want to try to come on my own. After all, I asked my lioness to lock me up. It would make no sense to turn around and try to defeat my cage. What does happen is a little feeling of futility. I know that the good sensation from my erection isn’t going to get any better and I won’t be able to actually come. So, I get up and sit down to pee, return to bed and go back to sleep.

I have always liked a cute butt. Lots of women wear tight jeans which does a great job showing off some truly nice asses. I’ve never been a blatant girl watcher, but i have always enjoyed a casual glance or two. This has been changing since I have been caged. I find myself starting to look and then I catch myself. What’s the point? This is very odd since I have never actually tried to catch any of the cute females I have seen. I guess that subconsciously I had liked the possibility that if I wanted to try, I might have a chance. I never consciously thought about sex with them. I only want my lioness. This subtle change surprises me. It’s like some basic part of my male constitution is restrained by that little cage. I am changed by simply locking my penis up. Who’d have guessed.