Stay Alert
Lion always takes an idea and runs with it. Case in point, using the Jail Bird as punishment. I said he’d have to do something really bad for me to want to lock him away. He said I shouldn’t wait for it to be something really bad. I should just lock him up. Then it morphed into punishment after spanking. When he asked for a time frame, I guessed it wouldn’t be more than two or three days. Suddenly that was the sentence. Slow down a bit, Lion.
I do agree that maybe I should use the Jail Bird for lesser offenses to start with. I have no idea what he would do that would piss me off to the extent that I’d lock him away. I may never have an actual use for it. But it makes sense to put him in jail from time to time for smaller infractions.
I hadn’t envisioned it as punishment after a spanking. It was supposed to be its own punishment. I thought the cold steel locking into place would cause some dread similar to a cell door closing in a jail. You’re in for it now, Lion. Solitary confinement. I’m still leaning that way.
As far as the duration is concerned, I think it would depend on why he’s in trouble. If, to start out, he was locked up for eating first then it might not be for more than a day. If he keeps interrupting me over the course of a day or weekend then his sentence might be three days. Or more. It depends on how annoyed I am.
Of course the best advice I can give Lion is to be alert. Watch yourself. Any misstep could land you in jail.
Don’t Pass Go
Almost four years ago I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me in a chastity device and control my orgasms. Her first command was that I was no longer to masturbate. Well, I got to masturbate just once more. Before locking me up, I jerked while she watched. She said she wanted to see how I did it. Yes, she used the past tense even then.
Since that fateful day in January 2014, my penis has resided inside a chastity device. Most of the time has been spent in a Jail Bird. It’s supremely comfortable and absolutely guarantees I can’t even get erect. Four months ago I had to be unlocked. I had shoulder surgery. I’m still recovering. Life while wearing a cage was simply too difficult while my right arm was useless. I’ve remained uncaged since then. My recovery is moving along, but I still have very limited use of my right arm.
The Jail Bird has been sitting on my nightstand waiting to be locked onto me again. I’ve enjoyed being wild. I can have erections. That’s cool. I expected that sooner or later I would end up locked again. The other day, Mrs. Lion remarked that she was fine with me wild. I told her I was fine with that too. I haven’t lost all of my initial excitement about being locked up, but over three years of continuous caging has satisfied most of my chastity ya ya’s.
Through all this nothing has changed about my enforced chastity. The only difference is that instead of steel being between me and a self-induced orgasm, I have training and discipline doing the same job. So, there is no practical reason for caging me. That is, until now.
When we first started enforced chastity, I told Mrs. Lion of stories I read that had the keyholder extending lockup for bad behavior. She didn’t like that idea. In fact, she hasn’t used withholding edging as a punishment. Yesterday, in her post, she reversed that policy. Since I am happier being wild, she reasoned that locking me up with no release for edging, would be a most excellent punishment.
Now, if she decides to use this weapon, I will be locked back up immediately after my spanking and not unlocked until I serve my time. I asked Mrs. Lion what that meant. She replied that the usual time in jail would be three days. That time could be longer for offenses that call for it. If I do something else during my lockup, I will be spanked and my sentence extended.
Now that being locked up is no longer fun, even perverse fun, Mrs. Lion can use my cage as a disciplinary tool. It has a lot of value. Instead of punishment lasting a short time, I will have multiple days to contemplate the error of my ways. There is no way I can ignore being caged. Yes, it is relatively comfortable. I won’t be in pain. But it will be a restriction I will feel at all times.
I’m a little surprised that something I originally asked for has become an effective punishment. I’m going to try hard to stay out of jail.
Jail
I’ve been thinking about this on and off for a long time. Lion has been wild for quite a while. I have no real plans to lock him back up. But what if I use the cage for punishment? Then the Jail Bird would live up to its name.
What if, for example, Lion really pissed me off and I decided he needed to be locked away with no possibility for parole (play) for X amount of time? I’d be taking away his favorite toy even if he hasn’t been masturbating or even touching himself inappropriately. I’d be making his life more difficult because he’d be pinched and be forced to pay more attention when he pees. It would certainly get his attention.
Ironically, Lion has been looking at a new cage to review and it has an insert with teeth on it. He said it looked like something that could be used for punishment. Little did he know…. Granted, the Jail Bird doesn’t have teeth. It just limits his contact with my weenie.
I’m not at all sure what Lion would have to do to push me far enough to consider slapping him in jail. It’s just a thought at this point. But it is something that has cropped into my mind for a few months. Actually, when Lion mentions being locked up, I think of it.
It makes me think of grounding a teenager. “You did this to yourself, young man. Now you won’t be able to go to the prom. You’re grounded!” And Lion would be locked away. I’m sure he wouldn’t be very happy about that. At all. But it would make him think twice before he did whatever it was he did to get himself into that predicament.
I haven’t made a final determination about using the cage as punishment. Lion and I can discuss it. There may be issues I haven’t thought of.
Lion Training – Phase 2
After my post yesterday, Mrs. Lion and I had a little talk about continuing our FLR with punishment. This talk took place after I was spanked for breaking a rule. Mrs. Lion commented that my bottom wasn’t very pink. I had no response to that. I asked her about my post that questioned whether or not we should continue our FLR with discipline. She answered,
“We aren’t stopping.”
Those three words say it all. We aren’t stopping.
Fair enough. I wonder if that means I go back into my Jail Bird too. I’ve been wild for a while now. I really like the ease and comfort of peeing without risk of accidents. I like the access to my penis. I don’t masturbate. I’ve been trained not to. Think about it. A male trained not to jerk off…ever. Well, it’s true. I admit that I can, on rare occasions, make myself hard. But I never go far enough to even edge myself. Years of wearing a chastity device worked. I’m sexually trained.
I expect I will continue to wear the Jail Bird. There’s no strong reason not to wear it; it is an unmistakable sign of my submission. On the other hand, being wild is a lot less trouble for me. Mrs. Lion will decide what will happen.
Yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Lion’s post hit the nail on the head. She understands me very well. Most interesting to me were her comments about making more rules. She wrote:
“I’ll have to come up with some more rules for Lion to follow. They have to be something of some consequence, like his interrupting me. What else does he do that annoys me? I’ll have to think about that. There are a few options. It’s all a matter of whether I want to actively work to change them.”
That statement shows we have moved from the let’s try it out phase to Mrs. Lion seriously working to train me. She recognizes that making rules for me, represents a serious effort to change me. I’m really being trained!
This is a profound realization for me. I work hard to avoid getting food on my shirt (that’s a rule). A mistake brings me pain. That is the most trivial rule, actually designed to make sure I get punished regularly. Another rule is that I must wait for Mrs. Lion to either eat first or give me permission to eat. Initially, I thought this was a trivial rule like spilling food on my shirt, but it isn’t. This rule requires me to pay strict attention to her and wait for a signal in order to eat. This is actually as serious as interrupting. Breaking it shows disrespect. Interrupting is my most serious rule. It upsets Mrs. Lion when I do it.
You really can’t train me to completely avoid spilling food on my shirt. Yes, I’ve learned to be more careful, but it will happen. Punishment for this is more a reminder that I need to pay attention to what I’m doing. Eating first and interrupting are much more serious and deserve harsher punishment. As of now, I can’t tell the difference between punishments for different offenses. Perhaps the punishment needs to be much more severe for behaviors that truly need changing.
We’ve talked about this before and Mrs. Lion agrees. I suggest that maybe we need to make two small changes: First, it would help if before and during the spanking that Mrs. Lion tells me why I am suffering. If she wants to change my behavior, telling me how I can avoid more pain is appropriate at the time I am being punished. The second suggestion is to make behavior-changing punishments more severe, and to be even harsher if I repeat an infraction too frequently.
Identifying new areas I can improve or amuse Mrs. Lion and then training me to change is clearly the next step for us. It won’t be easy.
