Emperor Weenie’s New Clothes
Last night Lion took a sleeping pill. He was starting to get incoherent, but decided I needed to see some chastity devices he’d been looking at. He wants me to be excited by the cage. I told him I’d look at them in the morning when we were both more coherent. He said I wouldn’t look in the morning. (I did. Just now.) He showed me four choices on Mature Metal’s website. One of them looks like it would pinch too much. The others were interesting looking. All of them look very similar at the tip.
I’m just not sure why Mr. Weenie needs a new cage. Formal wear? Christmas parties? Does he need an away uniform for business trips? I like the cage he has. It’s not like I’m going to be more excited by a different one. A while ago, Lion bought a different cage that I think was done on a 3D printer. It was nice looking but very unwearable. I don’t even think we managed to get it on him. If the issue were comfort, then I could see spending $300+ for a new cage. Or if it would make travelling while caged easier. Maybe even if he were tired of this particular cage. Both of us tend to wear the same pair of shoes day in and day out. We’re just not fashion people. If his Jail Bird is boring to him, then we can look for something else. And by look for something else, I mean actually look for something else and discuss it. Don’t just go run off and buy the next best thing, Lion.
For now I’m going to admire Emperor Weenie’s old clothes. And then I’ll take them off and tease Lion to the edge again and again. I thought I ruined him last night I got so close. Luckily I stopped in time. I’ve got one more day to tease him into a puddle before I give him his orgasm tomorrow night. Of course that doesn’t mean I won’t tease him tomorrow night before I let him come.
And, for the record, I do not have a picture of my weenie, caged or uncaged on my phone. I share an iTunes account with my daughter and photo sharing is on so I can see my photos on my iPad as well. She certainly doesn’t need to see my weenie on her phone. However, I am thinking I can take a picture of my weenie with a different camera and email it to myself. That way I’ll be able to admire it whenever I want no matter where I happen to be.
The Ugly Penis
In my experience, very few women actively like looking at penises.They seem to think of them the same way they think about hand tools. You know, useful tools that have multiple purposes, but not something you keep a picture of in your phone to smile at during a private moment. They do like what the toolr can do. They like the way it can make other things work better (us). But as an object of art, no. On the other hand, most really like power some power tools. Alas, we don’t come equipped with those.
Mrs. Lion has never shown any real interest in looking at my penis, hard or soft. She does, however, actively seek opportunities to see my bare ass, especially with my balls hanging down. I’m a little surprised she doesn’t have that picture in her phone. Now she probably will. It isn’t that she doesn’t like my penis. She enjoys controlling it by making it hard. She likes to make me ejaculate. She really likes how happy her attention to it makes me. But as something to look at, not so much. On the other hand, I like the way my penis looks. Like most guys, I take pride in my erection. I don’t carry around a picture of it either. That would seem too vain. There is clearly a visual disconnect about my sex organ.
By extension, guys who wear them, are very visually involved with chastity devices. Some spend many thousands of dollars on exotic devices that please them aesthetically. I have a custom-made Jail Bird. My penis largely stays in view when the cage is on and the device itself has a nice, industrial look.
The thing is, Mrs. Lion isn’t all that interested in the device. I’m not convinced that she is terribly involved in the idea that I wear one at all. After our last summer trip, she didn’t lock me back up in the device. I stayed unlocked for almost a month until I asked her if she wanted me to be back in the device. She said that she thought I had learned to control myself and could be trusted not to masturbate or find other sexual outlets no matter how horny I felt. The device wasn’t really necessary.
She was right. While we haven’t tested it, I think I am past self-release, if not the occasional assisted erection. There was a much more significant message in that comment: To her, the important thing is that I have surrendered control. The device was a teaching tool. There is no downside to maintaining the orgasm control without the cage.
Then why did I ask about the device? Did I miss it? Mrs. Lion opined that I was worried things would slip back into no sexual activity if the cage wasn’t there as a reminder. I do think that is a risk in the same way I might jerk off at some point without authorization. For the record, I am never permitted to masturbate, ever. Any sexual sensations come from Mrs. Lion.
I began this adventure because I wanted to try enforced chastity. Mrs. Lion agreed and off we went. We lasted this long because the power exchange has significantly enhanced our relationship. I can be trusted to be wild without any real risk of sexual activity not provided by my lioness. Our communication and physical closeness have improved dramatically. We aren’t going back.
Once we remove the obvious sexual control issue from my continued wearing of a chastity device, we get down to reasons that don’t involve our power exchange at all. My ego would like to think that Mrs. Lion wants me to wear the device because she likes how it looks on me. I would like that a lot.
I have a love/hate relationship with the device. There are times it is inconvenient and uncomfortable. It’s a real inconvenience when I want to pee. It can be uncomfortable on trips when I sit in a car or plane for hours. I worry that the bulge will be noticed. I love that the device makes it impossible for me to get hard, much less come, no matter how badly I want it. I love that Mrs. Lion, not me, has absolute control.
It’s like bondage to me. There is a big difference between something physical actively preventing me from even massaging my penis and my self control being the only barrier. I have the self control. I’m not worried I will succumb. But there is something arousing about that control being physically taken from me.
Sure, I can see that from Mrs. Lion’s perspective, what really counts is that I honor my sexual surrender. As long as she is confident I won’t cheat, the device isn’t necessary. But from my point of view there is a vast difference. When I am locked up, Mrs. Lion is actively controlling me. She locks my penis in the cage and only she can remove it. At least to that extent, she has to think about and act on my chastity. When I am wild, there is no active component for her.
If I could change anything, I would hope Mrs. Lion would want me locked up as much as possible. I would want her to feel that way because she would enjoy the pure control it gives her. When I am wild, she depends on my agreement to honor our power exchange. When I am locked up it doesn’t matter how I feel about it. My penis is unavailable to me, period. I’m wired to be turned on by control that doesn’t require my cooperation.
On those occasions when she lets me know that I have no choice I love it. When she keeps me from coming when I am incredibly desperate for an orgasm, I feel that control. She doesn’t have to tie my hands when I am unlocked to assure I won’t take matters into my own hands, but when she uses restraints, even just my wrists, it’s that much more exciting for me.
You know, it would be really cool if she did have a picture or two in her phone of my penis, maybe showing the rest of me too and maybe one of the cage that she would look at and think fond, lioness thoughts.
It Could Always Be Worse
As you’ve probably read, Lion says it was my idea to start out with hard whomps for our numb butt experiment. Nope. Not me. I’d rather start out with medium whomps and increase the harshness in subsequent spankings. That way we can tell how hard I need to swat to begin to see a difference. Lion advocated for hard swats right off the bat. As I said yesterday, we “compromised” and we’re going straight for the hard swats. True, it was my decision to go with the compromise, but it wasn’t my first choice. In the end, it became another example of Lion being careful what he asks for. I can usually agree with that.
Last night was punishment night. Lion dutifully reminded me. When I said I didn’t think he had anything on his list, he reminded me that he hadn’t thanked me for his previous punishment. I was debating if I should let him off the hook since I hadn’t remembered and he reminded me. Ultimately, I decided that he should still get swats, but not as many and not as hard. However, when I was done, I hovered for a minute to see if he was going to thank me. Just before I asked him if he needed more swats, he remembered. Phew! That was a close one.
His whomping was not done for the evening’s activities. After I unlocked him I was massaging his balls and starting the fun. Then I swatted his balls a few times. Massage and swat. Massage and swat. He doesn’t like to have his balls swatted, but a long time ago he told me to do it. He also told me his balls could handle being swatted fairly hard. Now when I swat them he winces with even the slightest of love taps. I tell him he has wimpy balls and swat harder. I remind him that he told me to swat harder. He doesn’t like to be reminded of things he said in the beginning of our relationship. Sometimes he wishes I’d forget a lot of what he’s taught me. My memory may be faulty, but it’s not that faulty. Sorry, my pet.
The other love/hate relationship he has is with edging. He loves the attention. He hates that I stop. Well, my dear, you asked for this too. The whole idea of being denied was your idea. You can’t blame me for getting so good at it. And it could always be worse. I could be missing the mark and giving you ruined orgasms.
Leather Butt
As Mrs. Lion mentioned, I’m off on a business trip Monday morning. At least I think I am. My destination is in the heart of the area hit hurricane Matthew. I won’t know until later this weekend whether or not the trip will be possible. My heart goes out to the people in the path of this terrible storm. Many of my colleagues are affected. One joked yesterday, “When you come down you can take pictures of the damage to show the folks at home.” I hope not. This is far closer to me than the evening news. I care a lot about both the people and the place on a very personal level.
I suppose you saw Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday. I sure did. She’s curious about our spanking experiment and decided that she should start out with very hard swats. This isn’t punishment. It’s science. That won’t reduce the pain for me. Mark wrote a comment about my post yesterday. He mentioned “leather butts”. This is an expression in the BDSM community that refers to people who can take a lot of spanking with little effect. I’ve seen quite a few cases.
He said that the reason someone would have a leather butt is because they have gotten so many spankings that they get toughened up. He suggested that is probably why spankings don’t redden me as much as others. In my case, that’s not true. I haven’t been spanked much at all prior to Mrs. Lion coming along. But, in fact, frequency of swats doesn’t appear to be related to this condition. You would have to have calluses on your ass to not feel pain there when swatted.
The fact that I don’t get deep red doesn’t mean I don’t feel the swats. I think I am a wimp when it comes to spanking. I can’t hold still for a punishment spanking. I can’t stop myself from yelling/screaming in pain. If anything, I feel more back there than many. But still I don’t get red or easily bruised. I’ve known others who turn red to the extent you can see a hand print from a single swat. I’ve had bottoms like that. It’s fun to leave my mark that way.
I thought that after being spanked over time, I would learn to hold still and accept my punishment. After more than a year, that hasn’t happened. Even if I “earn” extra swats for moving, I just can’t stop myself. Who knows? Maybe I just need more practice. One thing I have never seen is anyone getting an acquired immunity to spanking. It may take more to send a message to some people, but I’ve never seen any evidence that they lose sensation over time.
By that I mean over many spanking sessions. In a play spanking where the build up is fairly slow, endorphins will build up (the same way they do when people run long distances) and the pain will become pleasure. That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about spankings over a period of years. I know of no reports that the spankings stop being effective.
Punishment spankings don’t allow endorphins to build up. They start hard and stay hard. Sometimes, in my case, the swats get more severe as the session progresses. I never try to provoke Mrs. Lion to give me one. I hate them. And, for the record, I don’t have a leather butt.
