Per our agreement, I am supposed to play with Lion at least every other day. Sunday night I gave him a few ruined orgasms, by his count. So it seemed reasonable to let him stew in his own juices on Monday night. It probably was reasonable. But a horny Lion is not a reasonable being. I’m not sure how many times he told me he was horny or scooched closer on the bed. I played with his balls for a little while and licked him through the cage. When I asked him if it felt good he said it would be much better without the cage. I reminded him that it was his idea to be caged. He said he should have used one of his coupons. I told him I could always make him wait another day. He didn’t appreciate that very much.

This morning, on the way to work, I started wondering if he is hornier now than before his caging. I know back then he could take care of himself if he needed to, but how often was he horny? Did he relieve himself every three days? Did he ever make himself wait? “We’ll just wait another day and see if she gets the hint.” They say men think about sex every seven seconds. Some days I think that’s true of Lion. At least some nights I think it is.

Is he hornier now because he knows he can’t do anything about it on his own? He wants it because he can’t have it. He’s still got X number of days left so it’s on his mind more. Like a kid at Christmastime. All those presents under the tree and he can’t open them till Christmas morning and he just needs to know what’s in that red one right over there, right this minute!

Maybe he’s hornier because I’m giving him what he wants and it turns him on. The act of locking him up has heightened things. I’m in charge and he knows it. He’s reminded of it every time he feels the cage.

Or is he not really any hornier than usual but I just notice it more because he can’t take care of it himself? He needs me to give him a helping hand, or mouth, etc. He has to tell me because I’m the only one who can do anything about it. Even if I won’t do anything about it. Even if what I do only makes him hornier.

Lion — I am much hornier than before. Yes, I used to wait an extra day to see if Mrs. Lion would do something for me, but it was nothing like this.  Normally, I would masturbate every three days or so. Mrs. Lion really has my number now!]

Sunday night Mrs. Lion did routine manscaping (removing all pubic and butt hair) and decided to have some fun as well. She hinted that she might be doing more than maintenance in her post Sunday afternoon. Well, she certainly kept her word!

Mrs. Lion has been perfecting her edging technique by pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. Last night we may have barely crossed the line. After a couple of very frustratingly close tries, she pushed a bit further. At first I thought she has gone as far as she could go with tease and deny, but I now think it was a ruined orgasm. My past experience with ruined orgasm generally results in substantial semen production and loss of erection and interest.

This time it was different. I did produce a few drops that Mrs. Lion believed was pre-cum. However, it was much thicker and I am pretty sure it was semen. I remained hard but when Mrs. Lion started stimulating me again, I didn’t immediately feel excitement build as I usually do. After a bit, she asked if I was broken. She was referring to what happens to many males if they are edged over and over for a long time; they lose the ability to orgasm for a while. I said that I didn’t think so, but something was happening.

So, she continued stimulating me. After a while I felt the excitement build again. Once more, Mrs. Lion waited until she thought I was about to come. It was massively frustrating when she stopped. However, again semen appeared and my interest in doing it again vanished. I still had an erection and probably could have repeated the performance as before, but Mrs. Lion stopped her stimulation. Over the next few minutes more semen dripped out.

The appearance of semen — and I’m sure it is semen since she fed some to me — makes what happened a ruined orgasm. Unlike previous ruined orgasm experiences, this time she hit just the right point that provided maximum frustration and allowed her to repeat the activity again. I think that ruined orgasms are self-limiting. Unlike edging, which can go on for hours, I am very sure that under perfect conditions I can’t have more than a small number of ruined orgasms. Last night proved I can get two. I would doubt I could top three.

There is a big difference between the bigger, lion-can-only-have-one, ruined orgasms and what happened last night. The earlier ruined orgasms were much more like full orgasms to me. I didn’t get the complete satisfaction, but enough happened to allow a full ejaculation. I lost my erection and for a while, wasn’t horny. It was effective. The actual experience had me crash before I could feel satisfaction, and my desire for sex was much stronger a few hours later.

However, Monday’s experience was devastating. My arousal grew to a level that made me sure I couldn’t control coming. When Mrs. Lion stopped stimulating me, it was even more frustrating than the bigger ruined orgasm. For a few moments after I calmed down and Mrs. Lion resumed stimulation, I wanted her to stop. Of course she didn’t. After a bit, I couldn’t help myself from repeating the extreme arousal and when she stopped I crashed again and semen appeared. This time she didn’t repeat her stimulation. I was glad she didn’t.

Well, now in the cold light of day, I’m not so sure she should have stopped. Maybe it would be better to keep repeating until I lost my erection and she couldn’t bring it back. I would like to experience that. It could turn out to be something else I love to hate. All night and even now at my desk, I get a chubby thinking about that night. How can something so frustrating get me aroused now? I am a strange critter, indeed. Thank you, Mrs. Lion for teaching me something new. She is a great keyholder!

Lion is a very horny boy. The other day, in the middle of the kitchen, I started fondling his butt. He was purring so much I wonder if he tried to get an erection. Then yesterday I unlocked him to do some manscaping. Of course, I never just do manscaping. I always play with him a little bit. A few strokes of his cock, some ball squeezing, a little more rubbing his buns. When I was working on his backside he let the tip of his penis poke between his legs. I don’t know if it was on purpose or not but I couldn’t let it go unnoticed.

When I was done I informed him that he would remain wild until he showered and eventually I would play with him. He asked if I thought I could trust him. I told him if I started to play with him later and he wasn’t immediately at attention I’d know he’d been naughty and he might get some of that punishment he craved. He promised to be good. He was, indeed, a good boy. Hours later, after his shower, he was ready for some exercise.

I got a small bag of tricks, as I like to call it, with clothes pins and Velcro in it, and proceeded to make his balls look like a porcupine. I’m sure not all of the clothes pins hurt but some of the more strategically placed ones hurt a lot, and I’m pretty sure the ones that don’t necessarily hurt add to the overall pain. And just to make sure, I pull on them all to heighten the experience. Eventually I swapped out some of the regular clothes pins with ones that have the no slip tape on them. Similar to Velcro, it’s like hundreds of tiny teeth biting into the delicate skin. Of course, I stroke his cock from time to time to keep him happy. The movement also causes the clothes pins to wiggle and I’m sure that reminds him they are still there.

Eventually I took them all off and just concentrated on playing with his cock. I always think I’m just going to tease him and not edge him. Just enough to get him hard, but not enough to really get him going. And then I give in and edge him anyway. It’s nothing he’s doing. I just have limited self control when it comes to teasing him.

I’m not sure how I feel about multiple ruined orgasms. I like watching him squirm, but it increases the chance of my going too far and giving him an actual orgasm. We’ll have to play with it and see. Luckily I have a willing guinea pig to experiment on.

At this point, my Lion remains horny. And he will stay that way until Thursday night

Every so often there is a disconnect between how I see being caged working and how Mrs. Lion sees what she is doing. This came up most recently when she wanted to reward me with a day off my wait and I didn’t reply positively. This was truly surprising to her. In a way, it was to me too. It caused me to do a lot of thinking over the weekend about exactly what I really want. Length of wait time isn’t it.  I know that how long males have to wait is generally very variable based on both caged male and keyholder. Mrs. Lion and I are still experimenting with that. She has been taking a conservative approach, not making me wait long periods at this point. I don’t think that not having to wait long enough was the reason I didn’t want the reward.

Next, I thought about my anniversary coupons. At the time I loved the idea of being able to get off or reduce my wait by redeeming a coupon. Then Mrs. Lion wondered if my wait clock should start all over again after I redeem an orgasm coupon. It was a good point. After thinking about it, I would like the clock to start again.  Then I thought that if coupons make great gifts, maybe they are also the way to manage some rewards and punishments. So I made some coupons and wrote about them in a previous post. Mrs. Lion isn’t sure how she feels about them. She just doesn’t like the idea of punishments for me. I understand that.

After all this thinking, here is what seems like a reasonable approach to me: In the case of rewards, if the reward is to take a day or more of my wait, Mrs. Lion can decide if she is willing to accept the coupon at that time. In fact, all coupons are subject to approval. I can’t just redeem them at will. If the coupon is for an orgasm, I can redeem it one of two ways: One is to get to come mid-wait. Mrs. Lion can agree to grant it, but if she does, my wait begins again after that coupon orgasm. I can also redeem it at the end of my wait time for a particular type of orgasm (oral, lion-riding, etc).  If the coupon is for play, she can accept it and schedule it in the future when she feels she will have the time and energy. More importantly, Mrs. Lion can give me rewards without a coupon, just because she wants to.

Punishments are much more difficult. There is a very short list of things I can be punished for doing: spilling food, interrupting, and eating before Mrs. Lion. Each of those carries a penalty. A good part of the time, this happens in public and punishment needs to be delayed unless I am wearing the shock collar. A good percentage of the time, the punishment is forgotten by the time we are alone. There are two solutions that Mrs. Lion might like: The first is to make me keep track and remind her as soon as we are alone. Failure to do this earns a severe punishment. The second is to use my punishment coupons. She can post them on the fridge or keep them somewhere else. When she wants to execute the punishments, she can take out the coupons, read one, administer the punishment, and the go to the next coupon.

I know that Mrs. Lion is uncomfortable administering punishment. But I think this is just because she hasn’t done it often enough. This is very similar to the ruined orgasm situation. Until very recently, Mrs. Lion felt badly when she gave me a ruined orgasm. Just the other day she discovered she not only didn’t feel badly but she liked my reaction. I strongly suspect the same will be true for punishing me.

Another big part of this experience to me is attention. I’ve come to realize that I need some sort of sexual attention three or four times a week. When I am locked in my cage for two days and nights without some reminder that this is what Mrs. Lion wants, it starts to feel like it did when we almost never did anything sexual.  I know Mrs. Lion plays games on her iPad to deal with stress, but it doesn’t feel good after about 24 hours without attention seeing her next to me doing that. It is too much like before.

I can’t blame her. I get plenty of attention and she works hard to make my enforced (I usually just say “forced” — means the same to me) chastity work for both of us. It seems to me that since we have both agreed we will continue keeping me caged, I have become more sensitive to it being something that can just fall into another bit of work for Mrs. Lion; a bit of work she avoids when she can. Since I know she does it because I like it, I also know that she has no real incentive to pursue it and keep it fresh. I depend on her devotion to pursuing my chastity in order to keep it from becoming something that I am, essentially, doing on my own.

I know from my past experience, it is entirely too easy for me to feel more and more insecure as my surrender becomes more complete. Since I am aware of this, I am doing my best to not get sucked into the depression this can cause. I don’t expect Mrs. Lion to produce a three-ring circus starring her lion. She does so much now. I just want her to know that at the same time she struggles with rewards and punishment, I am chasing my own demons.

Yes, this is supposed to be fun. But it is also changing some very important, basic things in both of our lives. It’s unrealistic to treat chastity as a new, long-term sex game. It’s not. It does seem that the more sexual activity involved — for the keyholder and teasing for the caged male, the easier it is to avoid these problems. But sooner or later something will come up that exposes the fear and worry that goes along with surrendering and accepting control of another.

[Mrs. Lion — The reason I was mad at myself for prior ruined orgasms is that I was trying very hard to just edge my Lion and I kept going too far. Obviously practice hasn’t quite made perfect, but I am more confident now in my ability to edge him consistently.]