The Stocking Stuffer
Lion had the second of his Christmas orgasms last night. I teased him a little bit and then I had him roll over for a play spanking. When he’s hard before I spank him, Mr. Weenie pokes out from under his balls between his legs and I can tease him a bit more. I like the view from that angle too. Sexy buns, balls and cock all in a row. Yum! I gave him rosy cheeks and then had him roll over again. Since it was his second night in a row, I probably should have teased him a bit more but I went right for the orgasm. I don’t mean right for it. I did build up, but I didn’t edge him over and over again.
When I was done he asked why I hadn’t done any oral teasing. Sheesh! He’d been ridden the night before and now he wanted oral too? Greedy much? I told him if I had given him oral he wouldn’t have anything to look forward to on New Year’s eve. I don’t want to spoil him too much. As it was, I left him wild overnight. He could pee standing up. He didn’t have to worry about the cage pinching. What more could he want? Oral. That’s what.
I’m just kidding him. I know he’s not greedy or spoiled. He may not have even wanted to be wild. I’ve thought about leaving him wild until after the last of his New Year’s orgasms, but I don’t know if he’d like that idea. I may see leaving him wild as a present, but he may look at it another way. I think it shows him I trust him if I leave him wild. Of course I trust him even if he never wears the cage again. I’m not abandoning the cage idea. I just like to give him vacations from time to time. He sees it as a reminder to me to play with him. Actually, I forget the cage is off and I go for the key even when I don’t need to. Or, like him, I reach for the cage to tease him and it’s not there. So do we need the cage anymore?
I don’t think we ever needed the cage in the sense of Lion cheating or even playing with himself once we decided to revamp our sex lives. The cage is a tool, much like the paddles and butt plugs. It brings things into focus for us. When I give Lion his unlocked vacations, it’s not like I’m telling him he’s free to fuck anyone we wants. I know he won’t. I like to allow him to pee standing up and not be pinched and wear whatever underwear he wants to wear and feel the breeze. It’s sort of the difference between being in traffic and having the whole road to yourself. You’re still in your comfy car, but nothing is in your way.
If orgasms are his Christmas gifts, then maybe a wild weenie is the stocking stuffer.
Christmas Day With The Lions
As promised, I got delightful orgasms on both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Very nice gifts. My next scheduled release is less than a week away on New Year’s Eve. That will be followed by one on New Year’s Day. After that, I don’t know. I’m writing this Christmas night. Tomorrow is boxing day in England. For us, it is the third of a wonderful four day weekend. We spent the day yesterday watching TV and cooking our Christmas feast. We smoked a turkey, made sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and gravy. We had a wonderful meal.
Christmas, more than Thanksgiving is when I look back and consider my good fortune. We had a difficult year financially, but a wonderful one in terms of our growing love. It wasn’t too shabby sexually either. We’ve fallen into a comfortable rhythm with enforced chastity. It’s become part of our marriage that neither of us wants to end.
Our blog has brought us new friends and has given us a place to express our thoughts and feelings. We are a pretty lucky pair of lions. Every single night since we have been together, the last thing we do is to say, “I love you.” It’s not a habit. It’s one more chance to let each other know how happy we are to be together.
The Perfect Gift
In hindsight, I think maybe I instituted the Christmas eve and Christmas day orgasm because it’s the perfect gift for Lion. No matter what present I get him, I’m guaranteed he’ll be thrilled with his orgasm. This year, two of my presents to him missed the mark. It’s not that he didn’t appreciate them. He just didn’t have the reaction I thought he’d have. At least one was from lack of planning and research on my part. He keeps apologizing for not being excited enough. There’s really no need for an apology. I’m the one who blew it.
On the other hand, he had a wonderful orgasm last night. I got him all excited with the Magic Wand and then after edging him a few times, I climbed on board for a Lion ride. He was very surprised by that. He’s not sure which way is his favorite way to have an orgasm, but that’s definitely up there. I think he was also surprised by receiving punishment for not reminding me it was punishment day. I know it’s more difficult when we’re together. I also know it’s more difficult when we’re outside of our regular work routines. But rules are rules. My phone alerted me at 8 pm and at 8:31 I alerted Lion. I probably should have given him more than the eight hard whacks because he moved and nearly knocked me off the bed. I guess I was just in the Christmas spirit and allowed that to slide.
Today, he gets his second orgasm. I haven’t decided what to do for him yet, but he’ll enjoy it. I’m sure of that. It really is the perfect gift.
Merry Christmas 2015
This is my second Christmas post. It’s the 675th one I’ve written for this blog. It’s hard to imagine that I have that much to say about anything, much less enforced male chastity. I’m surprised how important enforced chastity remains for us. Wearing the Jail Bird is part of my life. It rarely comes off for more than an hour. When it’s off, I forget it isn’t there and feel surprised when I reach down and there is not steel between my legs.
Mrs. Lion’s rules have also taken root. It’s very rare that I don’t look and assure myself she’s begun eating before I take my first bite. It’s just what I do, no thought necessary. I still interrupt and often that goes uncorrected. I think that will end soon. I check with her before making decisions. She has the last word on what we will and won’t do. My pubic hair remains absent. I think its been gone over twenty years now. The lack of hair down there makes wearing the device more comfortable, I think. No hair to get caught in the steel. There is at least one physical change after being caged nearly two years: my urethra has an extended opening, little lips that protrude from the front of the cage (Click below the post on the “More” link to see the NSFW image of my urethra.). The pressure of the head of my penis against the cage has pressed the urethral opening out a bit past the end of the cage. This is very useful to avoid a mess when peeing standing up.
Other than that, I am physically the same now as I was two years ago. Emotionally, on the other hand, I have changed. I am far more aware of my lioness and what she wants than I was before chastity. It isn’t that I wasn’t thoughtful before. I didn’t pay as much attention to her as I do now. She has always been the center of my world. Now that she owns my sexual pleasure, my awareness is necessarily heightened.
Enforced chastity is a shared kink. Because we both embrace it, the experience is transforming for both of us. You wouldn’t think that what seems to be a sexual game could actually change our lives. It has. The most obvious benefit is that my sexual frustration and ultimate pleasure are front and center for both of us. Over the time I’ve been in a chastity device, we’ve established a new sexual rhythm. Nearly every night my penis is unlocked and teased to the edge of orgasm over and over. On my scheduled orgasm dates I am still edged several times and then finally allowed to ejaculate and enjoy a complete orgasm.
This pattern of edging and eventual orgasm is now a perfectly normal part of our lives. The number of times I am edged before I eventually come has taught me that non-orgasmic sense is “normal” and that actually coming is a fairly rare and special treat. Before enforced chastity, I expected an orgasm and ejaculation every time my penis was stimulated. I think that Mrs. Lion expected to make me come every time we did anything sexual. This change is very large for both of us. We don’t think about this change very much. But now that I am considering it, I think it is probably the most significant sexual change for us both. I can’t claim it was easy for either of us. I also don’t think that we expected it.
There it is. Enforced chastity has changed both of us. We both are very happy with the changes.
Merry Christmas!
