Me And My Penis
The main “object” in male chastity is the penis, not the chastity device. I think that reality often escapes us with our excitement about wearing chastity hardware. Sure, we spend a lot of time discussing how our keyholders think about our cocks, but I rarely see anything about how the guy feels about it.
I like my penis. It always had a special place in my heart. I like how it looks and how it feels when it gets attention. I can’t think of a time when I felt any negative feelings about it. I thought that all other guys feel the same way. Now I’m not so sure.
The erect penis is an obvious symbol of sexual power. Societies, from ancient times to the present, make liberal use of this symbol. I have to admit that I never equated my cock with power; just with pleasure. My view, once again, colors my perception of male chastity.
If, for example, a guy thinks of his cock as a way to wield power over a woman, and he wants to surrender to her, it stands to reason that a chastity device will enslave his symbol of power to his keyholder’s wishes. In this case, the locked cock instills a strong feeling of submission. This is a powerful incentive for him to want to be locked as part of his submission.
Another possible case is if the man doesn’t like his penis. Maybe he wronged his partner by cheating, or feels guilty about expressing his sexuality. Whatever the case, the chastity device essentially removes his penis. He likes that it is effectively gone. If his partner wants to use it for her pleasure, he can rationalize that it is a toy she likes. He, on the other hand, remains safely divorced from it.
I’m sure there are lots of other possibilities when it comes to the connection between a guy and his cock. My point is that it is helpful to know why you want to be locked up. In my case, it was giving Mrs. Lion my favorite toy. My chastity turns sex into a gift from her. I can’t enjoy it without her. I like giving her this fleshy gift.
What is your relationship with your cock? How does enforced chastity reflect that relationship?
Meanwhile on the home front, last night, Mrs. Lion was feeling a bit better but still stuffy. I was tired. Neither of us has been getting enough sleep. I begged off the butt plug. Hopefully, she will repeat her offer later this week. We’re both tired of being under the weather. It doesn’t help that our weather is consistently rainy. It’s true, the temperature is between 40 and 50 deg. F day and night. That’s nice; but the lack of sun is getting to me.
Plugged
I spoke too soon. Perhaps I did not escape my cold unscathed. It’s hanging on. I want to go back to sleep. Lion was still all stuffy this morning too. We just want to be under the blankets together. Of course we always want that.
I’m thinking just because I may not feel well enough to do anything, it doesn’t mean we can’t do anything. It depends if Lion feels up to things too. But I think perhaps he can handle a butt plug tonight. Because he’s been sick I will give him the option of postponing the festivities. We can start out with the small Njoy tonight or whenever he feels up to it. Then we can move up to the larger Njoy. He’s been able to handle fairly large dildos in the past so the larger Njoy probably isn’t much of a stretch. Pun intended.
I usually forget that I can shove a butt plug into Lion even on nights I don’t feel up to doing anything else. It still shows him who’s in charge with minimal effort. I wouldn’t do it if I just didn’t feel like playing. That feels like a cop out. I don’t want him to feel that I’m bored with playing but here’s a consolation prize.
On the other hand, I don’t see anything wrong with putting the butt plug in and still playing with him. I know it makes things more difficult for him when he’s plugged. All the clenching he does in anticipation of coming is complicated by the plug. An orgasm doesn’t feel quite as nice. It’s a good thing he likes a little pain with his pleasure.
Sensation Junky
Let’s face it, the big reason couples drift away from sex is that the routine becomes boring. Orgasms alone aren’t enough to keep the heat turned on.It’s just human nature. We like surprises and adventure. No matter how exotic the activity, after a while it becomes routine and starts to lose its excitement. How can a spanking be routine? After a while, it can. In a FLR with discipline that might be a good thing. A spanking isn’t supposed to be fun or exciting. It is a punishment. But in a BDSM sense, it should be exciting on some level.
The same is true for enforced chastity. I suspect that most of the guys who try it end up bored and just want the device off. The concept is exciting. The reality may turn out to be tedious and boring. For me, at least, Mrs. Lion’s teasing ever night or two combined with my own inner movie about bondage keeps enforced chastity fresh for me. I think that if she just locked me up and sexually ignored me until she wanted me to ejaculate, I would have wanted to quit years ago. Mrs. Lion makes it a sexy game I enjoy endlessly.
At least that’s what I thought. In fact, even our very sexy edging can become routine. Yes, it is still a lot of fun, but the zing is fading out. This could be a failing of mine. I wonder about that. Do I always need things to be new and different? Do I want play to escalate the physical challenges I face? Sadly, I think the answer is yes.
I enjoy the challenge of longer and harder pegging. I like being trained to accept larger dildos. I like being blindfolded and not knowing what’s next. Sexual play is something I need to keep the fires burning bright.
Maybe this is my problem. I don’t know. Most recently, I noticed that edging and even orgasms weren’t as intense as they were in the past. I couldn’t understand this. Then, I broke a rule and got punished. After that, for a while at least, the edging was hotter and coming felt more exciting.
I suspect this is nothing new. I need that BDSM kink in order to stay in sexual form. As I think back over my past, it’s clear that either novelty or sensation play have been major turn-on’s for me. It’s how I’m wired.
Keys
Lion was definitely in the mood last night. He got hard almost immediately. It was a tall, proud erection. I love when he gets very hard.
While I was edging him I was trying to remember when he had come last. I think it was last Tuesday. It was the day after we got home and I owed him an orgasm from the trip when he was too tired. Somewhere along the way I decided I should get all the old, stale, cold/flu semen out of him. We’ll start off with a fresh batch now that he’s feeling a little better. He didn’t produce too much ejaculate. Just enough to clear the pipes.
In this morning’s post, Lion said if he goes back in the cage he’ll ask me to take back the emergency key. He reasons that he hasn’t needed it since I gave it to him. We’ve been good about planning for doctor appointments when he’ll need to be wild. But the purpose of the emergency key is for just that: emergencies. You can’t plan for an accident in which you may need an MRI or a catheter insertion. Assuming he was awake and aware, he could avoid having the cage cut off if he had the key. Not that I’m hoping for an emergency to justify the key but my mind likes to be prepared for every possibility. I’m not sure how comfortable I am with locking him up if he doesn’t have the key.
I know he likes to live dangerously sometimes. He’s a lot more adventurous than I am in most respects. He’s less prone to embarrassment than I am. It bothers me when I go to the doctor with a hole in my underwear. (Sorry, Mom.) I can’t imagine having an emergency and being stuck in a chastity device. Of course, at that point in time a chastity device is probably the least of your troubles. I guess I still retain a lot of my prudishness.
