It’s All About The Story
Have you been to an amusement park and took a ride on the roller coaster? Exciting! Have you been to a theme park, like Disney World, and rode Space Mountain. It’s a roller coaster too. Which was more fun? I vote for Space Mountain. The Disney attraction if you see it in the light, is more of a kiddie coaster, but because there is a story wrapped around the ride, it is much more exciting.
The reason for this is that the amusement park ride is just hardware, Space Mountain is an experience. While waiting on line, you pass through all sorts of space stuff: a control room, countdowns, and other interesting displays. By the time you get to the actual ride you are primed for a space experience. You’ve been prepared for an exciting ride in space.
There is a strong parallel with enforced chastity. None of the fantasies are about someone simply locking the penis in a device. There is always a story. It could be the possessive wife/girlfriend who doesn’t want to take any chances her man will cheat. Or, maybe he can’t be trusted not to jerk off to pornography. There is always a reason the device is introduced. Once it is in place, she discovers other benefits like increased sexual attention to her, a willingness to do housework, etc. In some stories she also humiliates the caged male. I think you might agree that thinking about the fantasy plot line is every bit as exciting as wearing the chastity device. I would be surprised if many new keyholders realize the importance of creating a story as well as managing their caged males’ ability to orgasm.
Years ago, I attended a workshop for BDSM switches (people who assume both dominant and submissive roles). Two of the speakers were a married couple who both switched. They took turns being dominant over the other. They demonstrated how they did this. I was very impressed that as soon as one of them assumed the dominant role, their entire demeanor changed. The dominant partner became strict and autocratic. He (or she) would act as though the role was permanent. There was a story.
When she took charge, he was told he had been naughty and needed a spanking; which, of course, she pulled down his pants and administered. Until I saw that, I hadn’t really put the pieces together. Her words to him were hot, to me at least. They were way more arousing than the actual spanking.
Having a story isn’t about elaborate role playing. It isn’t about the keyholder becoming someone else; someone she doesn’t want to become. It’s about introducing just enough story to add heat. A simple technique is to add a “reason” for what you are doing. For example, reminding him that you think it is “cute” or “funny” he can’t get hard. Or that it is fun for you that he gets so frustrated. Your story is that you are enjoying his situation.
If you need inspiration, read some of the extensive chastity fiction that is peanut-buttered all over the Web. The key to a good story is that you, the keyholder, is inserting yourself into his situation. You are providing him with deeper reasons why his penis is in a cage. You don’t have to be silly or extreme, just do enough to get him to react. Every guy is different, but I’m willing to bet it will be easy to find a few simple things that will provide an extremely hot story for his lockup.
No Nookie for Lion
Lion got some good news yesterday. Wonderful news, actually. Barring any bizarre hiccup with references or background check, he will be an employed Lion. I suspect he won’t start before the end of July, but still, it’s a weight off our minds. I think Lion is still in shock. Still in it’s-too-good-to-be-true mode. Until he has an actual signed job offer in hand, he will not feel comfortable. But at this stage of the game, I don’t see them changing their minds. He’s in. And then, of course, he’s worried about how long he can keep this job. His confidence is pretty beat up at this point.
Needless to say, he wasn’t wholeheartedly in the mood for much last night. Plus, when we went to celebrate, he had some alcohol that made him itchy. To counter the itching he took a Benadryl, which he swears makes him stupid. It definitely made him sleepy. All of that translates into no nookie for Lion.
By this morning, I think he was coming to terms with full time employment. He’s getting used to the idea. It took him a little bit to wrap his head around being a jobless Lion, so I don’t think there’s anything wrong with taking a beat to absorb having a job. Knowing it’s a job with a wonderful company with amazing benefits is another perk. And I know he’ll have a lot of fun too. That’s actually one of the biggest reasons I wanted him to get this job. I want him to enjoy what he does.
I was actually debating whether or not to leave Lion wild for another night. I thought maybe we’ll play tonight so he can just stay wild. But it didn’t seem to serve any purpose. I can just as easily unlock him tonight if we play. Or even if we don’t. So right now, as Lion stares at his inbox for word from his new employer, he is securely caged.
I’m hoping he will be more in the mood tonight. It’s been quite a while since we played or did anything other than snuggle. Does that mean I miss it? Maybe. I definitely want Lion to have his fun. Maybe I’m done making excuses for why we aren’t playing. Now that the biggest excuse has been solved, we can get back to normal.
The Phone Rang
Yesterday afternoon the phone rang and on the other end was the recruiter for the job I am trying to get. She had good news. The company now wants references from me. In the past, when I have been in the hiring process, at this point I would have expected a “Congratulations! after we complete your reference check and background check, you have the job.”
But no. This outfit is apparently very lawsuit sensitive, so they wouldn’t tell me that. I was told, “Good news. The next step is that we need your references.”
“Does this mean I have the job?” I asked.
“It’s the next step.”
We went back and forth in a very friendly way. She made it clear that the next step is background checks, so I should be happy. Apparently this is the new way companies say that you’re hired without actually saying it until they have all the red tape out of the way. I should have expected this. My online research, which admittedly only covers more junior positions, indicated that there was a ton of red tape and delay in the hiring process. Yup, there is. What’s bothering me a lot is that I don’t feel happy about this. I am still worried. It’s my personality. I need definite information when it comes to things like this, Ironically, when it comes to work issues, I love ambiguity. When my ability to pay the rent is involved, I am way less comfortable.
I was wild (no chastity device) from Sunday afternoon through last night. As Mrs. Lion has been saying, the stress of job uncertainty has taken sex and enforced chastity off center stage. After today’s call, all should be well now. But for me it isn’t. After two months of uncertainty about the job, anything less than an offer letter is hard for me to believe. Still, it’s time for celebration. Unless one of my references reveals I am a horrible employee, I should have the job. As that realization sinks in, I feel better and better.
Just A Dry Spell
OK. I know I said it before, but this time I mean it. Really. We need to get back in the swing of things. Lion hasn’t felt much like playing, but then that translates into not doing anything. I don’t think we’re in any danger of falling back into old habits. I am aware that he needs me to have any fun. I’m the one who suggests unlocking him even if it is just for Mr. Weenie to stretch his legs, so to speak. There’s only been one time Lion mildly growled that he didn’t want to be unlocked. And I ask him if he’s frisky if he hasn’t already volunteered the information. Since it was me who was largely responsible for the past sexual drought, by staying on top of things I’m thinking we won’t return to it. This is just a dry spell, not a drought.
I unlocked Lion yesterday to manscape him and then I left him wild. He was a little frisky, but we got watching the Sunday night game shows and it was late before we even snuggled. We were holding hands while we watched TV. The problem I have lately with snuggling is that the house is usually warm and it’s uncomfortable to be next to Lion, who tends to be a furnace himself. And then Lion gets itchy when we snuggle. He’s not allergic to me, but I think the combination of his allergies and the heat is too much.
It seems that circumstances are out to get us. Lion’s unemployment and allergies, coupled with heat, are a deadly combination when it comes to play and/or sex. We can fix the heat issue to some extent by turning on the air conditioning. Then I will only be dealing with my internal oven. I can vacuum more often to lessen Lion’s allergies. So then we’re “only” left with his unemployment. We’re both hoping he hears something today about the job he’s been interviewing for. They need to stop dragging their heels and just offer him the job already.
I left my weenie wild for the night. Why? I don’t know. It just seemed like the thing to do. He’ll be wild again this weekend for a long weekend at the shore. There really was no reason to leave him wild last night. I just felt like it. When we finally did snuggle as we were settling in for the night, I was fondling him. I couldn’t have done that if he was caged. I think I just liked the idea that we could fall asleep touching each other even if it is uncomfortable.
When I get home tonight I’m hoping there will be some celebrating going on. Mr. Weenie might see some action before being locked up again. Fingers crossed.
