Think Sexy Thoughts
Maybe it’s all perception. Lion says I was horny last night because I was wet. To me, horny is when you want sex. I mean really want sex. For example, if Lion wasn’t caged, in the morning he would have an erection. Does that mean he’s horny? Nope. Lion is never horny in the morning. He doesn’t like morning sex. But he has an erection. But he’s not horny. Yet he tells me I must be horny whenever I’m wet.
Well, I think we have found part of the problem. My body is saying, “Let’s roll!” while my mind is saying, “Roll where?” If sex is mostly in your mind, we need to get my mind on the same page. When I say I’m horny I mean that my mind and body are thinking about it. My mind has sent a signal that Lion is a sexy beast and it would be really great to be with him right now and my body agrees. It’s not difficult for my mind to rally the troops and get my body on board. The opposite is more difficult. My mind is usually racing with a million different thoughts. My body has trouble flagging it down for a pit stop.
I’m not sure what the solution is, but maybe we’re on the right track with the scheduled orgasms. Maybe it will snap my mind out of it. In the meantime I’ll think sexy thoughts.
Horny and Happy Lioness
Yesterday was December 21. That, of course, is the date Mrs. Lion set for her orgasm. After snuggling and touching her for a while, my fingers wandered south and found her clitoris. She was a little damp, but not in heat. However, a few minutes of playing with her clit and moving fingers inside her, she became very wet. It was truly fun getting her more and more excited until she had an explosive orgasm. Simply wonderful! Afterward, she confessed that every muscle in her body tightened in that massive orgasm. Great!
She said she was toying with the idea of letting me set her orgasm calendar’s next date. But then, she said, she knew I would set it for tomorrow and she isn’t ready for that. She’s right. I may not have set it for tomorrow, but almost certainly the day after. So she decided it would be best if she kept control of both calendars. She then set her next orgasm date for December 26, only five days away. Excellent!
As I moved my fingers inside her, I kept wanting to say that I had something that fit much better. Unfortunately, that was locked securely in the Jail Bird. I was feeling a bit grumpy that I couldn’t join the fun. She pointed out that I had been played with yesterday. I responded that I didn’t get an orgasm. She smiled and said yesterday wasn’t the 24th. Feminine logic. Suddenly, my spontaneous lioness is a slave to the calendar. My cage was filled to overflowing with my chubby. Oh well.
Actually, I am secretly glad that I was locked up. So much of the time is dedicated to turning me on and occasionally letting me come. I truly like that I could devote my full attention to Mrs. Lion. I love making her come. The only problem with doing it is that I want to come too. That’s not really a problem. I know I will get my turn sooner or later. In the meantime I am smiling broadly knowing that I gave Mrs. Lion a great big orgasm. I’m proud of myself.
The Unhorny Lioness
Lion is convinced that he is the reason I am not horny. He says he knows it and I know it. The thing is, I don’t know it. I think it’s all me. Something I am doing or not doing.
How can I be so sure? Experiments. Things that used to turn me on don’t do it anymore. Lion may not be able to masturbate, but I can. And it’s very difficult for me to turn myself on. It hasn’t been an extensive experiment. I haven’t tried that many times. And I know that masturbating isn’t as much fun as having sex with someone, but if I can’t turn myself on then what chance does Lion have?
Sure I eventually came by masturbating. That’s just the mechanics. Thats not the issue. I don’t get turned on like Lion does. Mr. Weenie springs to life almost immediately when he’s horny. Nothing seems to get me wet.
I think it’s probably age. There were times when I was younger that I was tree-humping horny for no reason. Driving down the road, at work, anywhere. That became a more rare occurrence over time. Yes, there have been times recently I’ve sent Lion an email telling him I was horny. Generally the feeling doesn’t last long. Usually not long enough to get home to Lion.
If anything turned me on it would be easy to tell Lion what to do. I’m as clueless as he is. One of the reasons for the orgasm calendar is to try different things to get my libido jump started. What if it doesn’t work? We’ll try something different.
But I want to be clear. This is not Lion’s fault.
Enforced Chastity: A Time Consuming Hobby?
A couple of days ago, I ran across a forum thread that I have to admit puzzled me. The poster complained that he had to give up chastity because it took up too much of his time. Quite a few others replied and agreed that enforced chastity took up so much time that they couldn’t get to things that needed to be done. Two things about that surprised me:
First, the poster said that he gave up chastity. There was no mention of a keyholder. He just “gave up”. I guess to him it was like giving up eating graham crackers. You just do it. I can’t give up chastity unilaterally. There is the cage locked on my cock. There is also Mrs. Lion who holds the key. Nothing about enforced chastity is casual to us anymore. It is part of our lives and can’t just go away because one of us is tired of it.
The second statement was more confusing to me. He claimed that chastity took up too much of his time. What was he doing? Actually, I’m pretty sure of what he was doing. He most likely, had no keyholder and put in hours and hours of porn, chastity fantasies, and attempting to masturbate through his device.
Enforced chastity doesn’t take up much of my time at all. Yes, it takes a bit longer to pee. At home I need to sit to avoid spraying unpredictably. At work it takes a bit more time at the urinal since I have to take balls and cock out to pee and then wait for the last drip. Teasing may add a bit of time to our schedules. Mrs. Lion spends 15 minutes or so on that every other day. My point is that if enforced chastity is really part of your life, it doesn’t add any time or take any attention away from other things. It’s just there.
After all these months, I am hardly aware I am locked up. By that I mean that I don’t physically feel the cage most of the time. Once in a while there is a little pinch. A quick adjustment fixes that. Mentally, I am much more aware. When I think about sex, the cage pops into the forefront of my thoughts. When I get very horny, I remember why I can’t do anything about it. I like that feeling.
Men who try to do this solo seem to get obsessed with the hardware, fantasies, and how to pretend that someone else controls their orgasms. I suspect that one of the hazards of solo chastity is all the time it takes doing those things. I am sympathetic to how they feel. I had enforced chastity fantasies for years before actually deciding to come out of the chastity closet. Now that I am out, I am a very happy, if sometimes-frustrated lion.
