Dutiful Wife
I’m torn. Part of me wants to revisit my idea of doing ball bondage for Lion rather than have him choose from the Box O’Fun tonight. I was going to do it Friday night before he asked that we postpone the game. Then Saturday fell apart with the power outage. Sunday didn’t exactly fall apart but it didn’t seem like the night for a game.
We created the Box O’Fun to encourage play. Lion was pretty unlucky with his first few picks. It is all part of the game but I just have a feeling he’s going to get Velcro or the tiny clothes pins. I want to save him from himself. On the other hand, those things add to the “fun” of the Box O’Fun. There’s inherent danger involved. It’s exciting.
I guess that’s why people like horror movies. They know it’s coming. Maybe this scene will be it. Maybe right around that corner is the guy who decapitates the character. And then they scream their heads off. I may jump when it happens, but those movies usually make me laugh. The dumbass who goes into the kitchen deserves to be stabbed. Who goes into the kitchen alone in a horror movie? They’ve even made spoofs about it.
Luckily, in Lion’s case, there’s no blood or decapitation. Just me making fun of him for his pained look when he knows he asked for it. Maybe not that specific torture but he did ask for torture. I can look angelic and tell him I’m only doing what he wants me to do. I am innocent. I’m just the dutiful wife trying to make her husband happy.
[Lion — I know that whenever I pick a card, I will end up hurting in one way or another. I think that’s the excitement of the game for me.]
Lucky Lion
I was extremely busy at work yesterday. Mrs. Lion and my normal email traffic was slower than usual. We managed to decide on what to eat for dinner and to tell each other how much we love one another (more than anything!). Beyond that, for me at least, it was work, work, work. Since I had a very nice oral orgasm on Tuesday night, my libido was still sated last night.
Based on all that, you probably guessed that things were low key in the lions’ den. When I got home from work, I found that the two Echo Spots we ordered from Amazon had arrived. After Mrs. Lion got home from work, we attempted to set them up. These are our sixth and seventh Echo devices. You’d think by we would be able to do this without a hiccup.
Not so! The device needed a firmware upgrade. So, using the setup screen, we selected “Update” and off they went. When the update was done, neither of them was connected to the WiFi. We asked for the setup screen. The devices refused, saying they weren’t connected to WiFi. Both of us tried everything we could think of to get them connected again. We tried for about twenty minutes until I suggested I should call Amazon customer service. I did and got a very easy answer (swipe down from the top in the screen to get a setup menu). I told Mrs. Lion and we got the devices working again without further fuss.
I bring this up because situations like this have caused uncountable marital arguments. We’ve never done that. I do growl and am less-than-cordial with customer service sometimes. But neither of us growl at each other; we never have. This is probably a big reason why it’s been difficult to establish our FLR with discipline. We never fight.
Part of the reason we don’t has to be Mrs. Lion’s wonderful personality. She is a true peace maker. I don’t have a short fuse and I don’t want to hurt her by growling. I’m way less worried about growling at others, though that is a rare occurrence as well. Since Mrs. Lion has started punishing me, she’s made it very clear that I will be spanked if I growl at anyone. What’s a lion to do? It’s my nature to growl now and then.
It’s frustrating situation’s like last night’s that remind me how lucky I am to have such a perfect mate. We fit together seamlessly. I can’t believe how lucky I am.
Makes Perfect Sense to Me
Lion is already up to eleven orgasms this year. To average an orgasm a week I’ll have to extend his wait times. Or, and I think he’ll like this idea better, I could go for a two-orgasm-a-week average. I could even throw out the whole idea of an average altogether and just concentrate on making sure he has more oral orgasms than hand jobs for the year.
Last night he had another oral orgasm. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to give him an orgasm last night but I know I’m behind in that category so I gave him one. I don’t exactly have to pace myself. The only thing Lion requires is a few days to recharge his batteries and he’s good to go.
When it came time to lock him back up again, I told Lion to put his ring on. He wondered how it became “his” ring. It’s simple. He puts the ring on and I put the cage on. The ring is his and the cage is mine. Together we lock him up. Maybe that sounds silly but we both have a stake in his chastity. Since we do most things together, why not this? It makes perfect sense to me.
Don’t get the idea that Lion has any say in when the cage comes off or goes back on. That’s all me. He’s just always had the responsibility of putting the ring on and taking it off. I only want to hurt weenie and the boys when I want to hurt them. I don’t want to pinch them by accident with the ring. It’s a fair division of labor that ends with us joined together. As it should.
Further Changes?
The entire idea of enforced male chastity is not something most men and almost all women ever think about. Imagine, using some sort of device to deny a man any sexual access to his penis. What sort of guy would want that? Me, for one. I do understand how absurd this concept has to appear to people who never heard of it before.
Until about fifteen years ago, it was exceedingly difficult and expensive to actually lock your penis up. The invention of the CB2000 started a tiny revolution. Practical, inexpensive chastity devices started becoming available. The expansion of the internet and Google, let guys discover this kink in the privacy of their own homes. That’s how I found it.
I bring all this back because I have been thinking about how things have changed for me. I started out by buying and testing devices. At one point, I found one that seemed wearable. Most pinched or hurt after only a few minutes. Anyway, I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me into it. I explained what I had been reading and imagining. It was the standard keyholder fantasy. Fortunately, over time, we worked out our own brand of enforced chastity. It’s been evolving for over four years.
Initially, I was worried about security. I don’t know why. I wanted to be locked up, why would I try to escape? The fantasies say security is critical because if a guy gets too horny, he will do anything to ejaculate. I’ve never been too horny, I guess. The simple fact is that the more secure a chastity device, the less comfortable it is. And, for 24/7 wearing, comfort is king.
I’ve always known that Mrs. Lion has kept me locked up because I wanted her to do it. As recently as yesterday, she made reference to that in her post. She made it clear that she was frustrated with my ambivalence about being locked up. She pointed out that I wanted to be locked up again, then I expressed happiness at being wild. She’s right. I can be ambivalent. I love how simple life is with no cage. Then, I miss the comfort of being locked up.
The truth is that the day has long passed when I just wanted to be locked in a device. After four years of being locked in one, I do miss it when it is off. But I also like being wild. What makes the big difference to me is how Mrs. Lion feels about me being locked up. In the past, I mentioned how I thought of my chastity device like a wedding ring; a symbol of my commitment to Mrs. Lion. That’s sort of true. But it’s not close to the whole story.
The strongest incentive I have to wanting to be in a chastity device is knowing that it means something to my lioness. I admit that I don’t have a real choice about whether or not I am locked up. That’s not what I mean. Wearing the device has real meaning to me when I know that Mrs. Lion really wants me to wear it.
I know for sure that no woman wants her man to wear a chastity device to be sure he won’t cheat or masturbate if he isn’t allowed that release. She expects him to be honest and loyal. Hardware is not the sort of reassurance any woman wants. Mrs. Lion knows I’m not going wandering or will play with myself whether or not I have steel between my hand and my cock.
I hope she has me locked up because having me wear a chastity device is of value to her. Yes, I know that part of the reason will always be because I asked for it. But I want the major reason for keeping me in the Jail Bird is because it does something for her.
The other night, and in her post yesterday, she said she likes me locked up because it makes her feel that I belong to her. I depend on her. I do, in a very obvious, physical way. I may be able to pull out of the device, but getting my penis out still leaves thecage dangling from my balls. I can’t get them out without being unlocked. The keys are in a safe that I can’t open. She has physical control over my (her) penis.
Over the last four years she had physical control. But she said that she had me locked because I wanted it. I knew that if I wanted to be wild again, all I had to do was ask. I had to be wild for my surgery and recovery. When I felt better, Mrs. Lion asked if I wanted to stay wild. I said yes. So, I remained wild until a few weeks ago. I let Mrs. Lion know I missed the cage, but I didn’t want to be locked in again unless she wanted me caged.
OK, that was a bit of a set up. She knew I wanted to be caged again. She agreed to do it. After a couple of weeks, she locked me up again. Predictably, I had some second thoughts; most recently last weekend. I was allowed to be wild because of the power failure. On Sunday, after the power was back, she locked me up. I expressed regret that I wouldn’t be wild again. She said I was going back in the cage because it makes her feel she owns me.
I’m not sure that’s completely true. I hope it is, but I’m skeptical. I know she wants me to be happy and she knows that I’ve always wanted her to feel that I belong to her. What’s a lion to think?
