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As advertised, I locked Lion into the Jail Bird last night. He seemed surprised. Hadn’t I said in my post that the best Christmas present would be locking him in the Jail Bird? I even said I wondered how long it would be before he complained about peeing in it or pinching. Oh well.

It turns out it didn’t take long at all for Lion to question its presence. He wondered how long it would be on. I told him approximately 24 hours. It wouldn’t be a long sentence. It was really only on there because he kept vigorously hinting that I could use either the Jail Bird or the locking cock ring. I figured since he probably wouldn’t be wearing any clothes, last night into today would be the perfect time for him to wear it. What bothered him about it was that he’s been unsteady on his feet lately. Whether it’s a medication thing or something else, he has definitely been wobbly. I’ve rescued him a few times from almost falling into the shower.

It’s a good thing I’m nice. I unlocked Lion again and left him wild. He thought I’d put the locking cock ring on. Nope. The cock ring didn’t seem appropriate. He’s made it clear that he wants/needs something locked on him. If I wanted him in the Jail Bird and he couldn’t do it then wouldn’t the cock ring be a sort of reward? I didn’t get the Jail Bird so he shouldn’t get the cock ring.

This morning Lion said he feels more stable. I could put the Jail Bird on if I want. It seems silly, but the moment has passed. I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it. Am I mad at Lion for not being able to handle the Jail Bird? No. I just don’t feel a pressing need to put it on him. Well, maybe it’s also a little bit of Lion-can’t-always-have-what-Lion-wants. Lets face it, Lion gets what he wants a lot. (Not that I don’t. It’s just not a sex thing.) Sometimes I need to remind him of who’s in charge. The Jail Bird, or the locking cock ring, will go on when I say.

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I was waiting for my eyes to dilate for my eye exam when I remembered I hadn’t had Lion pick from the Box O’Fun. I thought about it when he was getting ready for bed and then promptly forgot again. Last time I made up little pieces of paper, wrote things on them, numbered them and told Lion to pick a number. I was thinking about doing that again when I decided I’d just select for him. What’s he going to do? Argue?

When I informed him of my decision, he said it was fair. What difference would it have made if he didn’t think it was fair? None. I made the decision. He has to live with it. That’s how it works, at least in our power exchange. If I made the decision to trade his car in for a VW, it would be a different matter. Besides, this is play. Lion should be happy with whatever I choose.

Even Icy Hot? Well, he wouldn’t be happy but he would let me do it. Tiny clothespins? Same. The bottom line is that I’m in charge of certain things and torturing him is one of them. That doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll be torturing him tonight. I might be doing something nice for him. I could have the Magic Wand on my mind.

Assuming we both feel up to it, we’ll take our first step toward normalcy tonight. We did snuggle a bit last night and Lion was horny, but I was tired. I’m going to do my best to be able to play with him tonight.

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I let Lion cut the seal and go wild.I checked the number first.

But he’s going to have to send me a picture of the cage with the seal today. Then he can unlock himself, check a sore spot I noticed on my weenie before I left, take a shower, and lock himself back up. Of course, he’ll need to send me a picture of the new seal proving he’s safe and secure in the cage again.

That’s assuming the sore spot is not irritated. I do not want him in the cage with a sore spot. It will only get worse and I won’t be able to play with my weenie when I get home. And I want to play with him. Maybe not on the first night after traveling cross country, but I want a non-sore weenie.

We are down to four days till I get home. I can’t wait. Not that it’s not great to see my family but home is best. I know where everything is, the bed is mine and, most importantly, Lion is there. I miss him a lot.

[Lion — Mrs. Lion let me take off the cage this morning after I previewed her post. I usually shower in the late afternoon; then back in the cage.]

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penis in male chastity device
Lion safely caged and sealed

No, I’m not afraid to fly. The way I see it, if the plane goes down I may have some time to be scared but it certainly won’t be for long. After that I won’t care anymore. I hate flying because of all the packing, going through security, waiting around for boarding, boarding, being stuck in a tin can for hours at a time and waiting for people in front of me to get their belongings and get off the plane. What a process! Yuck!!

On the other hand, six hours to the east coast is pretty fast when you consider that driving takes days. I can sleep, play games on my iPad, people bring me drinks and food. The only thing better would be first class although the cost outweighs the luxury for us. I could probably buy three round trip coach tickets for the price of one round trip first class ticket. Not worth it. I’ll save that money to take my kids to dinner.

I’m very excited to see my daughter graduate. Don’t tell anyone but she’s my favorite youngest child. She’s graduating with honors and heading to college in August. I’m very proud of her.

Now that we’ve solved the problem of how to lock Lion up, I’ll have to come up with things to make him do for pictures. The old ransom note kind of thing is more difficult since people don’t have newspapers readily available anymore. I think it’s probably more important to have the number on the seal visible than to prove he’s locked at any particular time. He could even take several pictures of the seal and send them to me at any time all while he’s wild. That, of course, would defeat the purpose of locking him up anyway and if I never allow him to cut the seal he’d be in big trouble when I got home to find a different seal. [Lion — The camera records the date and time of each picture. I’m sure Mrs. Lion can easily find a viewer that reveals the date and time each picture was taken.]

Lion wouldn’t do that. He’s a good boy. He sees the value in the power part of his being locked up. And the fun too. He always says I never notice the cage. Now I’m actually asking for pictures of it. How did that happen? It just seemed like a nice way to be with him even if I’m not with him.