Mrs. Lion had promised that if, after all of the birthday weekend teasing, I am a “horny boy”, she said I would have an orgasm Monday. Yesterday was Monday and she kept her promise. I’m sure she’ll tell you about the fun in her post later today. I leave that pleasure to her.

I’ve been thinking about the role of a caged male. In my case, it is limited to experiencing sexual stimulation and occasional orgasm at Mrs. Lion’s pleasure. However, that is a much more limited role that many guys have. My situation is different in that Mrs. Lion is currently not interested in receiving sexual attention. I’m hoping this will change, but for now the arousal is all mine.

In a more typical relationship, the cage turns the male into a sexual genie. His role is to be a wish granter for his keyholder. All of the sexual energy he might of focused on himself can now be used on his keyholder. Also, his keyholder, knowing he can’t experience sexual stimulation himself, is free from the guilt that having orgasms while leaving her partner high and dry might have caused her. In fact, it may be a good way for a keyholder to think of her caged male. In the beginning it was probably all about making his enforced chastity fantasy come true. Hopefully that evolves into something much more interesting to his keyholder.

Enforced chastity has placed him in a situation where he expects to give pleasure without reciprocation. That aspect of enforced chastity is almost always part of the fantasy. He won’t be surprised when you start using him sexually. What he might not expect is that now he is caged, you can roll over after your orgasm and go to sleep with absolutely no guilt at all. He has become a sex toy that you can use and then put aside while you do other things.

This is not easy for many women to process, including Mrs. Lion. Sex was always about him, your pleasure always included an orgasm for him. Typically, when he came the party was over. Your orgasm was never the reason for the sex. Even if he was a thoughtful lover, you still had to keep his release in mind. He wasn’t going to be happy if you finished and forgot about his need. Now that he is locked up, he is your genie. You don’t even have to rub his “lamp”. He will quickly learn that his keyholder has sex and he provides it. Any male orgasms are rewards or events for the amusement of his keyholder.

This may be starting to sound like the classic male chastity fantasy. It isn’t, or rather it doesn’t have to be. The hard reality of not only having his penis locked up but also discovering that enforced chastity is not only about delaying his pleasure, but that it is more about increasing his keyholder’s sexual enjoyment could be upsetting when it gets through his head. Unfortunately, many enforced chastity relationships never get to the point where the male realizes that he has gone from pleasure receiver to pleasure giver. The reason this doesn’t happen is that his keyholder never takes the appropriate action.

It’s hard for a woman to become sexually “selfish”. She’s been conditioned to put her partner first. I think that one reason many couples give up on enforced chastity is because the keyholder just sees her partner’s lockup as more work to keep him sexually entertained. A lot of guys are very happy with that interpretation.

As a keyholder, you have to make some changes. The changes will ultimately make you happier and will give him the power exchange he wants. No, you don’t have to become an inconsiderate bitch. But you do have to consciously put your pleasure first. It’s pretty easy to do this. Step one: schedule when he gets to come next. You don’t have to tell him, but you will know it is some date in the future. Just that knowledge is a big guilt-reliever. Next, let him know he will come, but not until you decide the time is right and that the more he entertains you, the sooner that will be. Of course, you know that isn’t completely true, but it is very important for him to associate with his eventual release with your satisfaction with his services. Even in my situation, I love thinking that I have earned my orgasm. True, I don’t often have a good way to earn one, but when Mrs. Lion rewards me for something specific by making me come, I love it on many levels.

That’s the bottom line. Caged males want to be wish granters. They don’t want reciprocation. They want to provide you with pleasure without receiving any in return. I’m no different. That pushes my buttons. I bet it pushes your caged male’s too.

Am I talking about Lion? Is he too much trouble? Well, from time to time, yes. But this time I’m talking about tying him to the bed. He loves it. I, on the other hand, have to go get the cuffs and the straps for one side of the bed because the dog just can’t leave anything alone. I need to crawl around on the floor to hook the straps to the bed and then cuff Lion and hook the cuffs to the straps. It’s a lot of work for minimal gain on my end. Actually, no gain on my end. The restraints he has secured to the headboard will work if he’s on his back, but I’m not sure they’ll work when he’s face down. And, as he said, they only secure his hands. His feet are still free to roam at will. [Lion — I can do all that work. Just tell me to set up the restraints. All Mrs. Lion has to do is buckle them on]

I did think about restraining him last night, but then decided against it. As it was, I worked up quite a sweat spanking him. My hand stung for quite a while afterwards too. There is, however, always today. It’s still his birthday weekend. One never knows what’s in store for a Lion around here. Perhaps some restraints. Perhaps more spanking. Who knows? I don’t. Not yet at least.

I’m still amazed at how much Lion enjoys the vibrator. For a very long time he asserted that a vibrator did nothing for him. Why does this one work? He keeps telling me it must be me. Since I am the one using it, it is a very Magic Wand. I’m not sure. The first time I used it there was very little input from my hands. I just worked it over him and he had an orgasm. I wasn’t sure it would even work on him and there it was, working. He was so hard and moaning, and then orgasm. Vibrators don’t work on Lions, my ass! I don’t think there’s anything special about my hands. If anything, it may be because he has given me the power and he has no control over what I do with the vibrator. That might be the part that’s pushing his buttons.

At any rate, Lion still has a day to go for his birthday celebration. And, if he’s lucky, he might just get that orgasm Monday night. Time will tell.

So many guys search for the holy grail of the inescapable chastity device. This mystical appliance absolutely prevents access and at the same time is so comfortable that the wearer forgets it’s there. Physics and anatomy conspire to make that goal unattainable. But is it really impossible to find? It’s not! You may have it right now.

I know, that sounds strange. OK, I’ll give you a hint: most males who have been practicing enforced chastity for any length of time don’t search for the inescapable device. Is it that they have given up in frustration? No, that’s not why. It’s because they don’t need it any more.

Have you heard of the Stockholm syndrome? This describes the peculiar behavior of hostages who have been in captivity for an extended time. They become allies of their captor. This behavior has been observed time and time again with kidnap victims. What does this have to do with enforced chastity?

Consider this: I was locked into a device early in 2014. It’s been on 24/7, only being removed the first year or so for teasing or orgasms. After that, it came off for a few days each time we took a trip; about 40 unlocked days in total. My penis has been physically unavailable to me over 95% of the time. After almost two years, my normal condition is no access to it. When I have been unlocked, wild as Mrs. Lion calls it, I generally forget that I’m not wearing the device. Some of the time I still sit to pee. I’ve been conditioned to believe I can’t touch my penis.

You’d think that when wild, I would sneak a bit of rubbing, if not ejaculating, just for old time’s sake, but I don’t. It doesn’t even occur to me. I don’t want to touch. That’s Mrs. Lion’s job. Stockholm syndrome. I obviously still want to get hard and feel that orgasmic explosion, but I can’t do that for myself. I’ve been conditioned to believe I can’t. Weirder still, I know that’s what is happening but I am still powerless to stop it. I’ve done some experimental touching now and then when wild, but I don’t even get hard. This conditioning has happened without any conscious plan on Mrs. Lion’s part. It’s the effect of time and connsistent lockup in the cage. That’s why the inescapable device is a concept that is irrelevant. The inescapable device is in my head and I am powerless to escape.

If Mrs. Lion decides to enhance this effect there are a few things she can change that could produce an enhanced effect. One of the things she does now: She unlocks me immediately before sexually stimulating me. Consistently providing sexual stimulation as soon as I am uncaged conditions me to expect to be erect and aroused if I am released. The closer the stimulation comes to release, the stronger association. In my case, biology makes this conditioning more subtle. It takes direct stimulation to get me hard at my age. That doesn’t change the fact that my anticipation is very strong as soon as I see her holding the key (actually security screwdriver). Pavlov in action.

By the same token, locking me back up as soon as she is done with me would enhance to association with release and sex. Currently, she lets me remain wild for up to an hour after she is done stimulating me. More closely aligning lockup with end of stimulation may increase my association of release and sexual stimulation. Again, remembering Pavlov, when I see Mrs. Lion holding the key, even if she isn’t going to unlock me then and there, I can feel the excitement rising. I associate the key with sexual stimulation. If we were out to dinner or shopping and she showed me the key, I know I would feel excited. This would be reinforced if as soon as we got home, she unlocked me and stimulated me.

I know she hasn’t been consciously conditioning me. It doesn’t matter. But if she did decide to reinforce the conditioning, it could be very powerful. For example, if the power of the key is to be reinforced, all she has to do when we get to be alone is to unlock me and get me solidly hard. She can then cage me again. A full-blown play session isn’t needed for conditioning purposes. Some keyholders may feel a little uncomfortable with the idea of conditioning their caged males. Enforced chastity, by its very nature is a conditioning process that we want. Adding some more obvious signals, like associating the key with release even when out in public makes it more fun. At least it would for me. Food for thought Mrs. Lion?

That’s what I said to Lion last night, moments after I gave him an impromptu orgasm. He didn’t expect it. It wasn’t planned. I was about to tell him he still had eight more days to wait and then I decided to keep going. When he asked why I did it, I didn’t have an answer for him. I felt like it. Because I can. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. All of the above.

The thing is, he thinks I give him bonus orgasms because he needs them. Not true at all. Sometimes I need to taste him. Sometimes his cock is so hard and straining and, yes, beautiful, that I give him one. Sometimes I just do it for no reason. I knew he’d been very horny for a few days. There was nothing exceptional about last night. He didn’t seem super horny. He didn’t seem like a breeze would make him come anyway. He did nothing to sway me. There was no reason for me to give him an orgasm. There was no reason for me not to give him an orgasm.

We started off the night with a few punishment swats because he dropped ice cubes. Not a big infraction, but I think he really wanted some punishment. I’m not saying he dropped them on purpose. But I think he mentioned it to me because he wanted to be punished. I was standing right there and saw the whole thing. I could have told him he earned punishment. When I didn’t I think he told me so that I would enforce the rule. No skin off my nose. I’ll whack him if he wants to be whacked.

After his punishment I brought out the Velcro. He hates this stuff. I only wrapped one piece around his soft cock and once it was hard I took it off. The Velcro restricts the penis and then once it is released it sends a not-so-wonderful rush of blood. He told me last night that one piece is worse than when I wrap his whole cock. I’m not sure I understand why because it still all boils down to that first piece being tight and then letting go.

When I was done with the Velcro I tied his balls tightly. As I stroke him his balls bounce up and down. Having anything tied up turns him on. There he was, red balls peeking out from the rope, bouncing up and down as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Heaven for a Lion. I did untie him before I let him come. And I tickled his balls. That used to mean I’m about to let him come, but I do it when I’m just edging him too. This time, however, it was to send him over the edge. And over the edge he went.

I love to make my Lion come.