Not Really Ho Hum
I’m glad Lion likes the Magic Wand. I’m also glad he’s figured out why it works for him. It did seem a bit strange that it would suddenly be a hit when it wasn’t before. He’s told me for a long time that he loves my touch. I guess that’s all he needed to really enjoy a vibrator.
I have the Magic Wand all charged up for our trip. I’m also taking the shock collar since we’ll be in public quite a bit and I’ll want to get Lion’s attention. Sometimes it will just be a “hey, pay attention to me” zap and other times it will be a “I don’t like what you just did” zap. On the remote for the shock collar there are two buttons for zapping him. One gives him the intensity that it’s set for. The other adds to the heat. It’s a good way to let Lion know I really mean business, although the regular zap usually stops him in his tracks anyway.
My travelling bag of tricks has essentially the same items that are at my disposal at home. I have some rope for tying up his cock and balls. I have wooden and plastic clothespins. I have lube and dildos, and I will toss the smaller nJoy butt plug in as well. I have a small flogger and various paddles. We still have the under-mattress restraints in the camper. What more could one want for a vacation?
Over the winter we took all food and cleaning supplies out of the camper so they wouldn’t freeze or, in the case of food, attract pests. For the past few weeks we’ve been getting things ready for summer. Yesterday we put some food and supplies back in. Today we’re getting the rest in. I’m not factoring in play time because Lion hasn’t really been interested. I know that makes for boring reading (sorry Bill), but it’s important to remember that these day-to-day activities are still important in the 24/7 enforced chastity, female led relationship routine. Whether Lion is edged or not, he’s still locked up. Even for the trip, when he won’t be caged, he’s still under enforced chastity rules. No touching, no fondling, no fooling. And I’m still in charge, even when we’re on vacation. There’s no switch to turn it off.
I’m glad our life has become somewhat routine. There’s a sense of security in knowing, within reason, what will happen each day. Not that there can’t be surprises. I mean that Lion will only get attention from me and it’s my job (honor, privilege) to be the one who plays with him and decides when he gets to come. Having said that, we’re still learning about each other. It may be routine now, but it’s certainly not boring.
With A Wave Of Her Magic Wand
We spent most of yesterday provisioning our trailer for next week’s vacation trip. Next week is the first time this year we will be traveling with it. Even though it has the linens, dishes, pots, and other household stuff already in it, we still have to get food and other items as well as items we removed for the winter. Mrs. Lion assembled her traveling toy bag as well. I imagine that means she has some discomfort planned for me while we are away.
Oddly, I feel neutral about these sexual preparations. It could be that I am tired. The stress of unemployment is taking a toll. My libido is unreliable at best. Regardless of the state of my sexual arousal, I remain securely locked in the Jail Bird. Every night I am unlocked for a while. Mrs. Lion tests my sexual waters with some fondling. We snuggle and she plays with my penis. I like these moments even if I don’t get very aroused. If she wants to edge me, she can always use her reliable tools: her mouth and the Magic Wand vibrator.
Over the years I have been exposed to various vibrators including older Magic Wands. They never did a thing for me. I’ve been curious about why Mrs. Lion has so much success with a toy that never even got me hard in the past. I now understand her secret. It has less to do with the vibrator than it does her hand. She presses her palm against either the front or the back of my penis, just below the head. She then applies the vibrator against the other side. If she puts her hand against the back of my penis, the vibrator is against the frenum. It makes no difference if she switches and puts her hand on the frenum side and the vibrator on the back. The powerful vibes work both ways.
At times she will place the vibrator against my frenum without her hand pressing from the other side. In that case I feel very little stimulation and it feels the way vibes felt in the past. So it turns out that the magic isn’t so much the wand as it is her hand. She usually moves her hand and the vibe up and down together over the entire shaft. That feels amazing to me. After she edges me, she moves the vibe, without her hand behind it, to my balls for some gentle massage while I calm down. Then, her hand and the vibe move back up to my danger zone. I love it!
Even thinking about it now as I write, I get that nice tingle inside my cage. I’m not broken, just distracted. Fortunately, my lioness has both the motivation and the tools to get my attention when she wishes.
Ho Hum
We got a comment on Lion’s post about not being spicy enough. It’s all boring day-to-day stuff. Plus, “he” thinks the same person writes all the posts. Clearly “he” (the name was Bill but, you know, if “he” can think the same person writes all posts then I can think Bill isn’t really male) hasn’t read all of our posts. I considered writing a fantasy post to prove old Bill wrong, but that’s not what we’re about here. Our blog, hopefully, deals the boring day-to-day stuff interspersed with some spicy stuff. The whole point is to show that everyday people can live with enforced chastity and female led relationships. Sorry if that’s boring to you, Bill. There are plenty of fantasy sites for you to read.
I’m not sorry to say that last night was another boring night by Bill’s standards. Lion had dinner in the works when I came home. It was stew this time. It takes a long time to make and Lion apologized that it wouldn’t be ready until 7. I wasn’t going anywhere. It was Friday night after a week of what seemed like a lot of Mondays one after the other.
When dinner was on the table and Lion had just sat down, I had my mouth open to tell him it smelled wonderful and thank him for making it, and he began a tirade of my not thanking him for dinner because it was a lot of work and his back really hurt from it. He hadn’t actually interrupted me because I hadn’t started talking. My mouth was literally open like in a comedy movie. I asked him if he was done so I could start talking. Now, I know I should have told him he was in trouble and would be receiving swats for his outburst, but I know his back already hurt. Why make his backside hurt too? But I should have. Regardless of the fact that it was a lot of work, he had no right to yell. (And yes, it may not have been yelling, but he had no right to do it anyway.) He’s not always forthcoming with praise and thank yous when I cook. I don’t reprimand him for it. And if anyone has the right to reprimand the other it’s me. Apparently I need to be a bit (or a lot) more strict with him. There’s no need for either of us to be rude to the other.
I guess this is where Bill wants the account of how I’ll punish Lion later. He’ll get some swats. Hard ones. And then we’ll do our boring day to day snuggling and edging. Ho hum.
Hands On Or Hands Off Chastity
Mrs. Lion is a very hands-on keyholder. She takes my cage off and, of course, puts it back on. My job is to take the base ring off and put it back on. I never use the tool that unlocks the cage. Many caged males manage the entire locking and unlocking activities, handing the key to their keyholders when the device is locked in place. Many guys who have to travel on business carry keys and the device so they can unlock and lock to get through airport security. I haven’t traveled on business since being in chastity. Based on my blog reading, the majority of keyholders leave all the caging and uncaging activities up to the male. I like that Mrs. Lion locks and unlocks me.
When it comes to edging and orgasm, Mrs. Lion is in total control. I am not permitted to touch my penis in a sexual way. She edges me and gives me release. I never do it myself. Other couples have a different approach. Some guys edge themselves under supervision or instruction of their keyholders. Others masturbate to orgasm when told they can come. Some keyholders have no contact at all with the caged male’s penis. I am talking about couples who live together. Obviously, Internet chastity requires the male to do everything.
If the keyholder wants penile penetration, some let the male handle the entire transaction. The male arouses his keyholder with his hand or mouth, and then on her instruction, inserts his penis. She lets him know if he can come or not. When she has had enough penetration, he removes it. Her hands never touched his penis. The penis is a sex toy for her amusement. The caged male it is attached to takes care of maintenance and cleaning. The ultimate hands-off keyholders never allow the cage to come off. It remains in place except for health issues. These couples never have any kind of penetrative sex.
Our very interactive chastity suits the way Mrs. Lion feels about my penis and it’s orgasms. She likes the way it feels and tastes and has a great fondness for my semen. One of the key rules in our relationship is that I may never sexually stimulate myself. She considers any self-pleasuring as a betrayal. Essentially, there is no difference between my hand and another woman’s vagina. I’m a little surprised I get to handle my base ring. Perhaps she should consider managing that too. Then I would have no contact at all with her penis. There is no right way to practice enforced chastity. Each couple works out what works best for them.
