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lost key
Lion’s cage is secured by a security screw. There are only two tools that can open it. What if they get lost?

When Lion was wearing his original cage it was locked on with a padlock. We have several padlocks all keyed the same so losing the key wasn’t much of an issue. Now his cage has a unique key. That may sound redundant. Aren’t keys supposed to be unique? To a certain extent. You can make a copy of your house key. We probably could have made copies of the padlock key. But the cage key cannot be copied. It has what looks like a symbol on the head. I have no idea how they make the key or the screw to fit it, but it’s not coming off without the correct key.

We have two keys. Ideally one would be hidden from Lion and one would be the emergency key. What if we lose one? What if I swear I put my key back in its hiding place and it’s not there the next time I look? What if the emergency key gets misplaced? As I’ve mentioned before, we are going on several road trips this summer. Both Lion and I were worried that we’d be zipping down the highway not realizing we left the key home. It’s not a simple matter of packing an extra key in a suitcase. There is no extra key. So I decided, since we aren’t going anywhere without my truck, I will attach it to the truck keys. But now it’s not hidden.

I don’t really think Lion needs it hidden. He knows roughly where it is anyway. All he’d have to do is go rummaging through my nightstand and he’d find it. I think it’s more than a trust issue. I do trust that he won’t unlock himself. But if he actually did then it might mean he didn’t want the cage on anymore. That would definitely be a bigger issue.

However, I think that Lion would prefer that the key were hidden. It’s not that he doesn’t trust himself. Not knowing where the key is might make it more “real”. This is another instance where real life supersedes fantasy. At least on the road, my ability to hide the key is limited.

On the other hand, maybe knowing the key is available is a psychological conundrum. It’s there. He can see it. He can even hold it. But he can’t use it. I don’t know. Caged males, which is worse?

 

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Sex

Lion and I both hit the door running to get ready for our trip. He had his list and I had mine. His list must have contained fewer time-consuming tasks because he was done fairly quickly. I was in the middle of mine and I had an idea for a post so I tried to quickly write it while the laundry was drying.

We had decided on dinner with no mention of who would cook it. As it took longer and longer to write my post, still waiting for the laundry, Lion started cooking. He’s a very good cook and I was thankful that he took the initiative. Who knows when we would have eaten if I had to do it.

My post was done, the dryer buzzed, and I got the laundry folded just as dinner was ready. Perfect! We make a pretty good team.

Earlier in the day Lion had gone for more tests on his leg. Despite two doctors’ doom and gloom scenario, the news was good. He had been uncaged for the tests and after he took his shower he asked if I wanted his cage on. We hadn’t played in a few days. I was letting him recharge after my attempts at edging him resulted in ruined orgasms. He was ready. No cage yet.

I was about to oblige when I wondered why he thought play meant he was the one that would have fun. Before I could ask he snuggled in and started playing with me. After three or four (it could have been six-I lost track) orgasms he stopped and asked if it felt good. Um, yeah!

When I could finally sit up I started playing with him. I was mad at myself that I hadn’t been able to edge my Lion correctly the past three times I tried. I kept going too far. For some reason, after the last ruined orgasm, I decided that Lion should only have an orgasm inside me, vaginally or orally. I knew right away that was unsustainable but I guess I thought it was one way to challenge myself not to allow him to come.

At any rate, I successfully edged him. I almost told him if he didn’t come he would get a reward but I didn’t want to put any pressure on him. The pressure was on me. I wanted the reward too. I had decided to ride him if I could edge him three times. After the third time I asked him if he wanted a reward and, of course, he said yes. So I hopped on and let him come inside me.

Later he asked why he got a reward. I told him it was because he gave me orgasms and then we were successful at edging. He said those things were more of my doing than his. He may be right. I guess we both got a reward.

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lion's collar
Lion wearing his collar. I prefer his cage. He can’t take it off and wears it all of the time. Of course, it doesn’t have a tag like his collar. Maybe  I should add this tag to his cage.

A long time ago Lion wore a collar. It had tags on it that identified him as my pet and my phone number so if anyone saw him being naughty they could contact me. He mostly wore it at home so there was little chance people would see him in it much less see him being naughty. I didn’t really care if he wore it or not. It didn’t mean he was any more or less my pet. I always thought the collar was silly. From my point of view, the only thing it did was to provide a place to tie the rope that bound his balls. His cage is different.

Why? Why would the cage be any different from the collar? No one sees the cage either. Is it because he has no choice but to wear it once it’s locked on? Is it because it renders his penis useless to anyone but me except for the purpose of peeing? What is it about the cage that makes me want him to wear it? I think I’m more invested in it. I’m not sure if that’s because of our new-found communication or the sex it brought; or maybe it’s the blog which has helped us work things out. I just know I want my Lion to be caged. Somehow it makes me feel closer to him. Maybe, unlike the collar, the cage makes me realize he is mine. We wear wedding rings and he’s always told me he’s my pet, but maybe the cage seals the deal. Is it the location of the cage versus the collar? I never worried that Lion was going to stray. I never knew he masturbated frequently. There was never a reason to be overly protective of my property.

Then I hit upon something that makes me a little uncomfortable to admit. What if it’s because someone else made him wear a collar once before? She also made him eat from a dog bowl, which struck my as silly too. Why does that realization bother me? I’m not exactly sure, but it did make me sit back for a few minutes to think about it. What else am I doing or not doing because the little green jealousy monster is lurking around? Maybe it’s not even jealousy. Maybe I just like the cage because it is ours. As far as I know (and please don’t burst my bubble of naivete, Lion) no one else has ever caged him. No matter how many people have spanked him, flogged him, pegged him, had sex with him, this is something that is just ours.  It’s fine if I like something just because it’s ours. It’s less fine if I don’t like something because he did it with someone else.

I’ll have to consider my potential little green jealousy monster further.

No one ever caged me before. You are the first, my dear lioness [Lion]

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lottery
If I win the lottery, we will have the dungeon of Lion’s dreams.

I tell Lion there’s no way I would ever win the lottery. Aside from the incredible odds against it, I used up all my luck when I found him. However, that doesn’t keep me from spending all that money in my mind.

As many people would, first I’d pay off our bills. Not that there are many, but it would be great not having them hanging over our heads anymore. No more car loans. No credit card debt. And there are things we’ve been putting off buying because they are wants rather than needs. No more! I’ve got a lottery check burning a hole in my pocket!

Lion might be off buying the latest Ferrari, but I’d be searching for a house. We don’t need anything extravagant. Personally I’d like a kitchen that two people can fit at the same time without being in each other’s way. And for Lion I’d like a dungeon that rivals Christian Grey’s play room. We do have a dungeon now, but it’s not a dedicated room. There’s a treadmill and other exercise equipment. There are bookshelves. There’s a lot of extra stuff that just gets thrown in there because there’s no other place for it to go. There are the cabinets for the toys. And in the middle of the room is the sling. It doesn’t get as much use as Lion would like. His new dungeon would be just a dungeon. Decorated in whatever style he’d like. Stocked with anything and everything Lion wants. So many different crosses and benches and racks to restrain my sweet Lion. So many paddles. So many floggers. So many possibilities.

And, since we’ve won the lottery, we don’t need to work. We’d have a maid and a gardener and a cook and a butler. No more housework. No more yardwork. We’d have all sorts of time to play. Lion could be restrained more often. I can almost hear him purring at that idea. Of course he’d still be caged. He may be allowed out a bit more so I can play with him, but he certainly doesn’t need to be wild to be restrained. With all the new equipment I could get him in the best position for whatever I’m doing to him. Buns front and center for a good spanking. Ass front and center for butt plugs and dildos. Balls front and center for clothes pins or bondage.

I think I might just have to go buy a lottery ticket.