Last night was full of surprises for me. I have been getting increasingly comfortable in my temporary cage. So last night we settled in to watch some TV. At nine, I asked Mrs. Lion if she would like to see one of the programs we have on our DVR. She said that she had another idea. With that she freed me from my cage and used her hand to get me extremely excited. That’s not too hard to do. She stopped and told me to turn over. She then went to our guest room and returned with a riding crop and a nasty paddle. She told me that this is a reward for being so good about my diaper wearing. I got a very nice spanking. It was just hard enough to sting and turn my butt a nice pink. She told me to roll over onto my back. Of course I did that post haste!
She then started playing with me. Out loud she asked, “What shall we trade tonight?”
I knew she was referring to my last orgasm. I traded two additional nights in diapers for that one. I answered, “Whatever you want.”
No response. She continued playing. Then to my surprise, she began giving me oral sex. I was sure that just before I could come that she would stop and either lock me up or give me a difficult choice. That didn’t happen. She just continued until I had a huge orgasm. Wow, what a surprise!
Afterward she said, “I just couldn’t stop. I love making you come.”
I said that I love when she does. Hardly a shocking response. Then, she locked me up again. I also asked her if my ejaculation was stronger. She said that it was. That’s great. I have been doing male kegel exercises for the last few weeks. Before starting, I would hardly ejaculate when I came. Semen would dribble out for a long time afterward. I thought that it was just aging. Then I remembered kegels. A little research on the web confirmed that a weak PC muscle was probably at fault. So, after reading the Mayo Clinic site and some others, I began twice-daily exercise sessions.
If you think this would be helpful to you, it’s really easy. First teach yourself which muscle you need to tense. You can easily do this by stopping yourself from peeing in mid stream. The muscle you used to do that is the same one you exercise. Now, clench that muscle tight and count to ten; one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, etc. Wait ten seconds and repeat. Do ten reps. Do this twice a day. One warning: I overdid it and ended up with a nasty lower back ache. So, don’t overdo it. You won’t get noticeable results until you have been exercising for at least three weeks. If there is no difference after a month, you may not be tightening the right muscles.
All I can say is that when I am allowed to ejaculate, it all comes out at the right moment. Mrs. Lion says I make more semen and it squirts more. Progress! Mrs. Lion is also making good progress as well. She seems to have a nice sense of the rhythm of my chastity. She is incorporating into our daily lives. Progress all around!
Years ago a comedian did a bit about the “movie in people’s heads”. You know, what is that guy wearing a bunny suit on the subway thinking? What is the movie in his head? The same can be asked of me and others who practice forced male chastity. Why in the world would we want our penises locked in masturbation- and sex-proof cages?
A simple answer is that it could be some psychological defect that drives us to this weird fetish. It might also be some past trauma that makes us seek the solace of penile prison. Everyone is different, of course, but since I started writing this journal I have been asking myself why I want to do this. Now that I have been locked securely for over a month, why do I continue? This time period is long enough to take things out of the fantasy phase and move to being part of my life. So here is my six week report. What’s playing inside the lion’s head?
Initially, I saw being locked up as a very sexy way to live out a longstanding fantasy where Mrs. Lion takes firm control of my sexual pleasure. No more masturbating, no humping the sheets in my sleep, just the ministrations of my dear wife if and when she chooses. I never imagined endless forced abstinence or some evil-but-loving mistress sadistically torturing me sexually. That’s not true, I’ve had some seriously hot dreams about sessions like that; and if the truth be told, lived some of them over the years. But these interludes lasted only a few hours and then my penis and I returned to normal.
Over the years, Mrs. Lion and I have played and she has bound and tortured my genitals, spanked me, and inserted objects into my butt. These sessions have been exciting and always ended with a very lion-sized orgasm. The movie playing in my head was always that Mrs. Lion had permanent control of me and did all this stuff; spanking, cock and ball play, and anal play because she liked it and wanted to “train” me. That was my movie. It played when Mrs. Lion agreed to a play session. It’s one of my favorites and I can enjoy it over and over. It always has a happy ending.
These sessions have become so infrequent that I can’t remember the last time we played this way. Did this drive me to a more extreme method of getting a new showing of my movie? That was certainly one of my initial motivations when I suggested that Mrs. Lion lock me up. Even if being locked in a cage didn’t end up as the main feature, it did promise a number of very nice short subjects in my mental theater. And, of course, lots of coming attractions as I wait for the chance to get release. However, while that may have ignited the flame, it isn’t behind our continuing activity. It’s gotten much deeper than that.
My movie isn’t like the ones many of the other male chastity practitioners write about, at least I don’t think so based on their writing. Many crave long dry spells of months, even years between opportunities to squirt. They write of regular, frustrating teasing by their (real or imagined) keyholders. A nice movie, but not mine. Instead, I see my forced chastity as an exercise of Mrs. Lion’s sexual control. I see her using this control to condition me to do things she wants, in and out of bed. Somehow she figured this out immediately and put me in a diaper every weekend. I haven’t grown to like wearing one, but it clearly makes me feel her control. She is getting my obedience to do something I truly don’t like. I love that! It’s my movie!
She is getting me to obey her wishes, even when her wish isn’t what I want. The big problem with most power exchange play is that the top is essentially playing a role written by the bottom. There is no real power exchange. The top is providing a service. Why would a top do that? Having been one for many years, I can say that by and large it is fun and there are benefits. Good bottoms realize they need to provide their tops with pleasure to encourage further play.
In my current situation, Mrs. Lion has me locked up because I asked her. I made some suggestions about activities she could consider: tease and deny, obedience, withholding release for infractions of rules, etc. She heard me and has done some of this. However, it is growing increasingly clear that my movie is getting a new writer. I may be the star, but she is now writing the script. You have been reading about her evolution into writer, director, and producer. I hope at some point if I ask her to release me from my cage because I no longer want it, that she will refuse and let me know that she wants it and it will stay on as long as it pleases her. At some point she will probably tie my hands so that on the occasions that she temporarily frees me for “stretching” or cleaning, I can’t intervene.
That’s the magic moment when the movie in my head is replaced with the reality of a dream come true. I may still have my own movies, but the live action is all of Mrs. Lion’s doing. That’s what I want most of all. Maybe I should be careful what I wish for.
One of the most difficult things about forced male chastity for me are the long dry spells between chastity or sex-related activities. It’s not a problem with my keyholder. I don’t think it is a defect of mine eihter. The simple reality is that I am constantly aware that my cock is locked in a cage. It’s a small cage that is comfortable enough, but it is a cage nonetheless. So here I am with this steel hanging between my legs and nothing is happening beyond my getting 2 inch semi’s (that’s all the cage will allow).
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t spend all my waking hours thinking about my poor, confined, little weenie. It does come to mind when I sit down to pee, or need to make a quick adjustment when sitting. It’s not even unpleasant realizing that she doesn’t have to do anything more to prolong my suffering. Generally, in a dominant/submissive situation, the person holding the power has to act on the person receiving. Not with forced chastity. Mrs. Lion’s actions ended when she snapped that little lock shut.
Like most men who are in forced chastity, I expect there will be more than solitary confinement. My expectations include some teasing, cleaning, and inspections…hopefully some orgasms too. In my case I am getting lots of attention, sometimes more than I want (like having to wear diapers). But then that is part of the power exchange.
The trouble for some males is that their expectations are fantasy-based and no mortal keyholder is going to be able to meet them. I see this kind of whining fairly often on chastity forums. It makes for dull reading. Actually, if two-year-old’s could type, this is what they would write. I have even see one toddler type “If she won’t play with you the way you want, throw a tantrum and cut the cage off. That will show her.”
Wow, I bet a threat like this scares the poor woman into doing just what he wants. Even though I have to endure long periods of confinement with no stimulation, I am the one benefiting from Mrs. Lion’s kind indulgence of my kink. As someone who has been on the dominant side of power exchange, I can say with complete confidence that the way to enjoy a long term, submissive (read forced chastity) relationship is to treasure your keyholder and the work she does to please you. If you don’t think it is a gift, start reading the Web. You will find endless, sometimes pathetic attempts single males make to simulate a forced chastity situation. There are quite a few females out there who collect thousands of dollars just to receive and mail back chastity cage keys. I am a very lucky caged lion.
Mrs. Lion continues to astound me with her ability to understand and then own my forced chastity. Last night I was released for a “stretch”. She played with me right up to the edge. Excellent tease and deny! She left me uncaged after she stopped. A half hour later, she resumed her activity. This was great for a couple of reasons: It is always fun to be teased by my love, and I need some recovery time before I can really enjoy sex after being locked up for days. The first stimulation takes a while to get me hard and the sensations are mixed at first. This is probably due to my body adjusting to its new freedom.
The second time she played with me, I was enjoying every second. When I got close, she asked, “Would you like to come?”
I said, “Yes Ma’am.”
“Is it worth wearing a diaper both Monday and Tuesday nights?” I had to think about that. As I have written before, Mrs. Lion’s first creative stroke was to require me to wear a diaper from Friday until I leave for work on Monday morning. I have to use the diapers to pee. This is most definitely not a fetish of mine. Neither of us is into adult baby play or anything like it. The diaper wearing is a way for Mrs. Lion to show her control in no uncertain terms. She knows I dislike this part of our play. So, asking me to trade two nights of peeing myself in a diaper for an orgasm was not a simple decision for me.
My decision-making ability wasn’t helped by her continued stroking of my hard cock. I really wanted to come. I also really wanted to get out of diapers until my next scheduled time (Friday). I think if her lubricated hand wasn’t moving up and down my shaft, I probably would have elected to deal with the frustration. But this was too much! I said, “Yes, please!”
“Are you sure? I know you don’t like to wear these.” She held up the diaper she removed so she could unlock and play with me.
“I’m sure,” I panted.
“Ok.” Her hand moved more rapidly. I felt release building and in a few seconds her hand was bathed in the happy result.
Afterward, she asked me, “How did I do?”
I know she wasn’t referring to the hand job. She knew exactly how she did with that. She was asking about her new found dominance. “You are amazing,” I told her.
“It was ok?”
“Absolutely,” I said, “You offered me a tough choice. You know I hate wearing a diaper and you knew I really wanted to come. It was brilliant!”
“I’m glad it worked for you,” she said in a quiet voice.
She hasn’t yet internalized her role. I know she is still doing it just because I want it. But I have hope. Even if this doesn’t turn out to be her favorite hobby, I think she is getting comfortable in her role. Mrs. Lion is truly an amazing woman!