Oral Torture
Lion was a very horny boy by the time I decided to play with him yesterday. I decided we hadn’t played the clothespin edging game in a while. It’s the one where he has clothespins on his balls and I yank them off, one at a time as I edge him. I think the pain of the clothespin coming off keeps him from going over the edge. I may be wrong. It’s just a theory. For what it’s worth, it worked. Especially for the plastic clothespins. Those are nasty.
When I got to the end of the clothespins, I asked if Lion thought we were done. He said he guessed we were. Wrong. I was going to torture him with my mouth. It’s very dangerous territory. It’s very easy to go too far. But it’s also easy to torture him. I can do more intricate movements with my tongue than I can with my hands. Sometimes I just stay still and wiggle my tongue almost imperceptibly. I know Lion feels it though. Torture.
What Lion didn’t know was that in addition to torturing him, I was checking to see if he was ready for an orgasm. I know he was hard. I know he was horny. But was he really ready? He wasn’t desperate. We’d had too many off days for him to be desperate. But he doesn’t always have to be desperate for me to give him an orgasm. I like to give him orgasms. I especially like to give him oral orgasms. Fun for him, yummy for me. I decided, given the noises he was making, that he was ready for an orgasm. I gave him a long slow buildup and listened to his noises. At the end he started bucking into my mouth and I sped up a little so he’d know he could come.
Afterwards he said it was a surprise. He hadn’t expected to come. I’m not sure he ever expects to. He may hope to, but unless I tell him he will, he has no way to know when he will. And I don’t usually tell him. I prefer to sneak up on him and surprise him. And the silly Lion sometimes seems to argue about coming. He asks why. Why ask why? Just enjoy the moment. Well he did enjoy himself. And he didn’t ask why this time. Maybe he’s learning.
Getting To Yes
We get many questions about the long term effects of enforced male chastity on the caged organ. For the record, there is no evidence that wearing a comfortable chastity device has any physical effect on male sex organs. But that’s not what this post is about. It’s about the real long term effects enforced chastity has. First, let me say what I mean by long term; it’s at least a year of orgasm control with or without a chastity device. In my opinion, full time wearing of a device enhances the effects over time.
I’m not referring to the expected effects: loss of expectation of ejaculation with stimulation, increased attention to the keyholder, and increased horniness. Chastity fantasies claim that a caged male will also want to wear panties, do housework, and become abjectly submissive. Nope, those aren’t changes I’ve personally observed. So, what I am talking about? Now that I am one third through my third year of enforced chastity I’ve begun to notice some changes I never considered when we started. There are three:
First, I am more patient. This change felt unrelated to locking up my cock, but it is probably the most easily understood. I’ve learned there are amazing virtues to patient waiting. Orgasms! The toddler in me has learned that impatience doesn’t get me to ejaculate. It gets me spanked. For the first time in my life there are both positive and negative consequences connected to my level of patience. Too little and I end up with a very sore butt. More, and I eventually get a nice orgasm. OK, that’s not too amazing, but I’ve learned to be much more patient abut everything else as well. Part of the reason that I am more patient are reminders from Mrs. Lion when I am too ready to growl. But I think the most significant reason is increased self awareness brought on by our power exchange.
The second effect is that I am kinder. A day doesn’t go by when I am not reminded that I depend on the kindness of Mrs. Lion if I am to have any sexual fun at all. I love sex. Until we began enforced chastity I always had the option of taking sexual satisfaction into my own hand. I didn’t have to depend on anyone. I pride myself on my independence. Of course, now I am totally dependent for any sexual activity; even an erection. I understand how it feels to need the kindness of another. It’s a lesson I will never forget. I have to return the kindness Mrs. Lion gives me to others who need mine.
The third is much more subjective. I think I have gotten more controllable. It’s one thing to surrender sexual control. That’s exciting and fulfills fantasies. Of course, over time, the excitement of the fantasy goes away. For me the fantasy is replaced by a desire to obey. I’ve never been particularly obedient. That’s one reason my nickname has always been Lion. I’m independent and go my own way. I don’t ask permission. Well, I didn’t. Now, I ask first. Maybe this means I am more submissive. I don’t know about that, but I do want permission to do a lot of things I used to just do on my own. This ranges from deciding what to eat for dinner to where we go on vacation. I don’t argue as much with Mrs. Lion when she tells me to do things. When 2.0 is out and about, even the smallest hesitation gets me a sore rear end. She’s not out that much lately, but as she emerges more often, I expect that I will be more obedient.
These changes are the direct result of enforced chastity and orgasm control. Sex is a powerful motivator. I have a theory. I think the reason that so many of us caged males want a female led relationship is due to the changes our sexual power exchanges make to us. It isn’t a magical transformation. It’s very gradual and depends on our keyholders growing in authority as we grow in… well, submission. I never anticipated these changes. I never believed that sexual control would leak into other parts of my life. Well it does. I like the new me.
Charming Lion
Last night we went to the movies. My boss walked in and sat in the row in front of us. I like my boss. We started joking back and forth and the husbands got involved too. Afterwards, Lion said, “See? I can be charming.” This is in reference to my contention that he’s rude to waiters, customer service people, and sometimes people in general. I told him I’d like a kinder, gentler Lion. Besides, waiters can do all sorts of nasty things to your food if you’re rude to them. Why tempt fate? So Lion has embarked on a charming journey.
With very few exceptions, he’s been much more well-behaved. I think he’s noticed that he’s gotten much better service in some areas. When his food isn’t correct, he very politely informs the waiter and doesn’t fling rude remarks. He’s still the squeaky wheel that needs oiling, but the entire transaction is a more pleasant experience for everyone. This is not to say he won’t get loud at times. A few weeks ago, he was very verbal when we received horrible service at his favorite deli. In his defense, he started off kinder and only escalated when things did not improve.
I’m very proud of him when he’s charming. And I never said he wasn’t charming with my friends. I only pointed out that calling the order-taker at Burger King a moron was one way to ensure your food would be screwed up. And yelling at a waiter would have a similar, if not worse, effect. The Burger King person probably makes a little over minimum wage. It’s a crummy enough job without having Lion making rude comments. He’s made great strides. I appreciate his doing that for me.
My charming Lion is also a horny Lion. He gave me sideways glances last night after we got home from the movies. We snuggled for a bit, but I’ve been very uncomfortable since a medication change and being in one position for too long is difficult. I moved away but we still held hands. Just before bed, Lion announced he was very horny. I wondered if he had expected to play since we were home fairly early, but we had decided earlier in the day that we probably wouldn’t. I guess we could have. From Lion’s perspective I know we should have. And I know he’s looking for some love today. What luck! It’s raining and outdoor activities are on hold. No weed whacking today. Awwwww… I know. I’m disappointed too. But that means more time for Lion fun. I just hope he’s still horny. Of course he is.
Dinner And A Show
Saturday was a very lazy day. There are chores we need to do but we’ve been very tired. After a leisurely breakfast of pancakes we went to the warehouse store and got the necessities, chief of which was a 33 pound bag of dog food. In a way, it feels to me like we are stocking up for the winter. My contract job ends in two weeks and I’m very worried I will have another long job search to survive. Of course I hope that won’t happen, but it’s hard to be optimistic.
Even my dreams are colored by this worry. I don’t usually remember what I dream but lately I have. Parts are in black and white and the scenes are of me being abandoned. Then the color section begins and I wander around looking for a way home. Not very complicated symbolism. It’s hard to be too concerned about sex and play; at least at 4 AM. I don’t walk around in a continuous funk. Most of the time I am my usual, optimistic self. Last night we went to a Cinebarre theater. You get to the theater early and have dinner at your seat. It was fun. It’s another thing we won’t be able to do if I am out of work for long.
I do hope that we are both more energetic tomorrow. Perhaps we’ll have a sexual adventure to report. When not moping, I’m quite horny. Today may be the day for some play and teasing. I can understand why some people start writing fantasies in their blogs. Right now there is nothing cool or erotic to tell you. There is, however, something I consider much more important.
The one thing that doesn’t happen when times get tough is that Mrs. Lion and I don’t snap at each other. If anything, we work harder to be loving and to find ways to make things as normal as possible. This is what we do during good times as well. This extends to enforced chastity and our female led relationship. If I’m depressed, Mrs. Lion will only wait so long before she resumes teasing me. Yes, she does cut me slack, at least for a while. But nothing changes. I will wait for orgasms. I will be spanked for my sins. Most importantly, I will be reminded that I am loved.
