No Legally Binding Decisions
Lion had his second surgery today. We’re both hoping this will be the last one. He has another stent with a string on it. On Monday, he’ll be able to pull the string to remove the stent. Not a very exciting proposition, but better than having to trek to a doctor’s office to have it done. As you can imagine, he’s in a lot of pain again. You can’t just go poking around his favorite body part without some discomfort.
When I went back to recovery to spring him, the nurse had me sign paperwork as the “responsible party”. Yikes! I’m the responsible one? How did that happen? Since Lion may still be under the effects of the general anesthesia, there are a few guidelines. He cannot drive a car. Well, he was having trouble standing without wobbling, so that makes perfect sense. He shouldn’t drink alcohol. But what if it makes him wobble the other way, thus cancelling out the anesthesia wobble? There were a few more, but the one that made me chuckle inside was that he shouldn’t make any legally binding decisions today. Damn it! I was going to have him write a will leaving everything to the dog and completely cut me off.
The funniest part about it is that he needs prescriptions filled. At first he said he wanted to go home. Then he said he’d be fine to go to the pharmacy. Then he wanted to stop for lunch. Then he wanted to go home. He asked if we could have bagels but he didn’t want an onion one. Then he wanted an onion one. No wonder he shouldn’t make legal decisions! He can’t even figure out what he wants to eat or where we should go first. It’s definitely best if he stays in bed.
I’m not sure how long he’ll be out of commission this time around. I assume his pain level and mood will improve dramatically once the stent is out. But to get that stent out, he better make sure he takes the max dose of pain killers. It will not be fun. I’m sure his roar will be heard for miles around.
You Aren’t Her Agent
I regularly get comments and email (Use the Contact Us link at the top of the page to email) written by men who want us to help get their partners to do something to/for them. Many say that their wives would love to chat with Mrs. Lion and try to arrange the exchange. My standard response is to suggest that the woman write directly.
I think a lot of guys consider themselves sexual agents for their partners. It’s most obvious incarnation is trying to match make their wives with mine. The thing is that I do it too. I buy paddles and straps for her. She never asked for this help. But somehow I convince myself that if she had these new tools, she would like them. She just doesn’t know it yet. Similarly, I translate my own wish for friendship with other people who share our kink into her wanting it too. She hasn’t commented either way. But I just know it would be great.
A lot of my forays into the wild to find new things for her to try, stems from my insatiable curiosity. Invariably, my research ends up causing me pain. You’d think I’d learn. Not this big kitty. Mrs. Lion accepts my “research” with good humor and shakes her head when my new discovery makes me yelp. She can’t understand why I would want to make things worse for myself. OK, neither can I.
I’ve learned to temper this wish to act on Mrs. Lion’s behalf. It’s not because I have finally learned that I will suffer every time I come up with something. Oh no, not me. It’s because I realize that each new discovery I make feels like another burden for my lioness. She generally interprets any requests I make as a criticism of what she is currently doing. Why would I need a tawse if she was doing a good job with a paddle, for example.
It never crosses my mind that I am disappointed in what I already have. I’m not; nope, not one little bit. It’s just that this new shiny object looks interesting. Wouldn’t it be fun to try it? It might be for me, but not for her. It’s just one more opportunity to screw up. We clearly have a disconnect.
We’ve discussed all this a lot. Mrs. Lion allows me to do my research, even buy a new toy. I have agreed that just because this latest thought or toy has captured my interest, doesn’t mean it will become part of what she does to me. I get it. Mostly get it.
I’ve asked her to be more proactive. She’s listened. Her idea of this is to create new rules and tighten up some of her controls. It wasn’t what I had in mind, but it is absolutely the right thing. It’s something I truly need. I’m not her representative. All my ramblings are done without her requesting the new findings. I’m very happy that she will at least listen to what I learn.
Waiting
Tomorrow is Lion’s surgery day. He’s having the stent removed and then he should be fine. He’s anticipating not feeling well enough to come until Wednesday next week at the earliest. We’ll see. This time around, Mr. Weenie woke up on Monday, I think. I wonder if he’ll be horny sooner after this surgery because there won’t be anything inside him causing pain and he isn’t sick from the infection anymore.
I’m not rushing him to have an orgasm. I’m merely reacting to the super horny Lion that has been around the past few days. I have no doubt the first orgasm after two surgeries will hurt. Weenies aren’t used to being invaded by surgical instruments. It stands to reason he would be a little pissed off. I may even make him wait longer. Why not? He’s been uncaged for a few weeks and has been too sick to care about sex for a good portion of that time so it’s not like he’s really missed having sex. True, my weenie has been very active the past few days, but he’s about to be invaded again. He won’t be happy.
Maybe it’s time for Lion to have a super long wait, by Lion standards at least. I supposed it’s cheating since he’s been sick, but a wait is a wait. It wouldn’t really be any different than when he’s “broken”. Maybe we’ll go for a record. I think the longest wait is 21 days. We’re not too far off from that as it is. Why not push it? Why waste “time served”? I’ll have to check our stats and see how far we are. Then I can decide how long he should wait. I don’t think it will be as simple as 22 days. Nah. If you’re going for the record, you should go for the record.
How long is long enough? I can hear the comments pouring in. Two months? Three months? Six months? Well, I was thinking more along the lines of March 1. Maybe Lion needs to beware the Ides of March. When is Easter? Poor Lion.
The Secret Of The Cage
I’ve been locked in a male chastity device for over three years with only a few breaks. I’m on one of them now due to a medical problem. By this time, I am trained to keep my paws away from Mrs. Lion’s weenie. I haven’t masturbated in over three years. The chastity device is not needed to enforce her orgasm control. Over the last few months, Mrs. Lion considered doing away with it entirely. I didn’t want to do that. Now, I think I know why.
My cage is important to me in a symbolic way. It is, after all, a wedding ring with a lock. I chalked up my desire to keep wearing it to a desire to physically demonstrate my surrender. That’s all true. But there is more; a lot more.
I wear a properly fitted device. The penis is always in contact with the sides and end of the cage. It is sized so that at my most dip-in-cold-water shrinkage, the cage still touches everywhere. It fits like a stainless-steel glove. My urethra pokes out of the hole for it at the top of the cage. It’s completely comfortable to wear. And, absolutely effective.
Many people assume that the purpose of this device is to put the penis in an escape-proof jail that prevents any sexual activity. Masturbation should be impossible. It is; at least for me. Is it escape proof? No, not really. Nothing short of a full chastity belt can be. But that level of security isn’t necessary. I’m not some masturbation-frenzied lunatic that just has to beat off. I am mature and fully capable of controlling myself.
While the main, stated purpose of the chastity device is to prevent sex, it isn’t it’s most insidious. I am absolutely incapable of attaining an erection while wearing it. Yes, the penis can attempt to get hard. It doesn’t hurt when that happens. But the hard steel allows no expansion in length or girth. The strain against the bars leave “grill marks” on the head of the penis. But the erection just can’t happen.
These years of orgasm control has forced me to consider other things sexual. It’s no different from someone who loses the ability to see. Sounds, smell, and touch become more intense. It turns out that a similar thing happens when orgasms become rare. Erections are now treasured events. Just the sensation of the hard cock standing above my abdomen is a heady feeling. I love it.
After just a day in the cage, the joy of the erection is something I long to feel. Longer waits makes it excruciatingly exciting when Mrs. Lion hands wakes the sleeping weenie. Feeling her stimulate it; teasing it just enough to react and slowly get to full size is amazing. Sometimes she moves her hand away and it gets soft. Then she comes back and it responds, almost lunging to full erection in seconds. What a feeling!
If I’m locked up for more than a couple of days and then unlocked. Her weenie has to be teased and convinced to try to grow. It can take a while. But with patient stroking, the erection returns. It turns out that the pain of being locked away for me has less to do with ejaculation than it does with the attention that makes it stand at attention. Repeatedly teasing it hard and then letting it shrink in disappointment, then once more making it grow, is mind blowing for me. I think that Mrs. Lion may also like that she can make it go from a tiny nub to a strong sapling by literally waving her hand.
Almost every male experiences nocturnal erections. The penis gets hard on its own for a while and then becomes flaccid again. This happens several times most nights. It’s theorized it is the body’s way of keeping the equipment in running order. With the cage on, the body tries but can’t get it to attention. This isn’t medically dangerous, even over long periods. But it has a mental effect. It’s almost like remote-control teasing.
I think the real power of my chastity device isn’t that it keeps me from jerking off. It’s that I can’t achieve an erection. The only thing the penis can do is pee. It can’t even pretend it is going to have sex.
