Anarchy
Blech! It’s Monday. I need another three day week with another four day weekend. Lion and I had fun lounging around for three days after the initial rush of Thanksgiving.
Last night was date night. We went to an early movie and dinner. We don’t often go to the movies. I prefer to watch movies at home. It’s less expensive and we can pause things to get a snack or take a pee break. But sometimes there’s a movie that just needs to be seen right away or in the theater. And then we see the coming attractions and find another movie that will need to be seen right away.
We didn’t play last night. It was just a nice, quiet evening after our date night. I don’t know about Lion but I needed time to get my mind wrapped around the idea that I had to go back to work. We made sure the alarms were set and the coffee pot was ready to do its thing. The laundry was done. Everything was in place to start the work week.
At dinner last night, Lion ate first. He said he knew if he didn’t eat what was already in his chopsticks he’d make a mess. A rational reason, but it won’t keep him from being punished. I already let him off the hook for not reminding me of punishment night. How would it look if I keep letting him off the hook? Eventually he’ll think the rules no longer apply and there will be anarchy in the lions’ den.
Obviously that won’t happen. But I do need to get back into the swing of things. I’m hoping the drug has knocked Lion’s allergies down and his immune system has had a chance to rest for a bit. He hasn’t been quite as itchy so maybe things can get back to our version of normal. That all starts with some butt whomping tonight. And last night that bar of soap in the shower caught my eye….
The Lion Takes Boner Pills … And Loves It
Ever since I discovered that Viagra has a very inexpensive generic available from legitimate pharmacies, I have been excited to get some. ED, or erectile dysfunction can range from impotence to difficulty getting and keeping a full erection. From time to time, it’s been difficult for Mrs. Lion to get me hard. Once hard, I sometimes have a problem staying that way without constant stimulation. Part of this is just age, most though, is due to allergies and blood pressure meds i am taking. Low blood pressure, after all, is the enemy of a stiffy.
Saturday night was a bad night for penile hydraulics. I’ve been taking a strong steroid for my recent itching and that has distracted me from sex. So, when Mrs. Lion played with my penis, it was frustratingly unresponsive. So, I asked her if we could wait a while and quietly took 60mg of generic Viagra. A half hour later I was ready to go. This time, Mrs. Lion had complete success, and I had a great time.
She’s mentioned that she wants to know if I take the magic pills. I told her last night. Usually I don’t mention it. I don’t like to admit that I need help down there. Truthfully, I don’t need help that often. But I like the little added zing the pills add. I’m harder and stay hard longer. I love that.
It’s ironic that the blood pressure medicine I take will extend my life by lowering blood pressure, while the lower blood pressure affects getting hard. For the record, I’m proud of my unassisted erection. You can see for yourself here.
The thing is that I really like the way I feel when I take the boner pills. I feel more sexually confident. I have more fun. The pills do not turn me on or make it easier for me to be aroused. All they do is make it easier to get a solid erection. If you’ve thought that giving these pills to a man who is caged will torture him further, you’re wrong. They don’t make him easier to turn on or make him want sex more. They just make boners, um bonier.
I love it and I’m grateful I can get them legitimately for an affordable price. Ok, now you know too. The lion takes boner pills when he can.
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Lion said he was horny yesterday. When we finally got to snuggling I couldn’t get him excited. He asked if we could try again later. I’ve taken this to be code for “not tonight dear”. Sometimes he feels he’s let me down when he’s not in the mood. It never bothers me. I think I’ve let him down.
We got some dessert, watched TV and Lion asked if I wanted to snuggle. I didn’t try to arouse him again. I figured if he wasn’t in the mood I didn’t want to make him feel like he had to be in the mood. Eventually I moved and Lion said something about getting my bag of tricks. OK. So maybe he was in the mood. I clothespinned his balls and Mr. Weenie sprang to attention. Weird. Maybe he just needed more than some stroking to get him going. Nope. He said he’d taken a pill.
Hmmm…. I don’t mind that he takes boner pills when he needs them. I don’t think it says anything about my ability to turn him on. My issue with boner pills is that I need to know when they’re in play. As far as I was concerned, trying later was not an ironclad request. I thought, especially since it was getting late, playtime was over. Sometimes we don’t communicate very well. Lion said he doesn’t like that he has to take boner pills and doesn’t want to advertise it. OK. I’ll cancel the billboard I had planned. But he should still share the information with me.
Round two of our play time ended with a very frustrated Lion. I got him oh-so-close several times. At least twice we both thought it was too far. Lion was almost sweating. He asked when he’d last had an orgasm and was surprised to find it had only been three days. The earliest he can come in the four-to-fourteen day wait scheme is today. And that’s not going to happen. Poor Lion.
The New World Of Chastity Device Fitting
(Saturday Afternoon – 2 days after Thanksgiving) We spent a quiet morning watching a college football game and eating pancakes. Mrs. Lion makes wonderful pancakes. We went out for lunch at Jersey Mike’s, a franchise submarine sandwich store that was advertised during the game. Our expectations were high, the sandwiches were meh. Save your money, Subway is better.
It’s been over six months since our lives were disrupted by my surgery and recovery. During this time, depending on how you want to think about it, we have either evolved or fallen back in terms of enforced chastity and FLR with discipline (formerly known as domestic discipline). There are two distinct aspects to this; one of them, enforced chastity, has been on my mind.
The first one is that I’m not currently wearing a chastity device. Mrs. Lion never particularly cared if I wore one or not. She did hold the key and I was never allowed to lock or unlock myself. But it was there at my request. It came off for the surgery and made no sense to continue wearing during the recovery.
During these months, we’ve discussed the device and whether or not it is something we need. We jointly decided it isn’t. But, in some ways I miss it. I like being tied up. Bondage is hot for me. Wearing a chastity device is not as fun as being restrained in our sling, but it has its moments. There’s also my love of gadgets. A device that is locked on me is a very personal sort of gadget.
The devices themselves, have been evolving lately. More and more guys realize that a chastity device shouldn’t “fit” their flaccid penis length. It should compress it. The world is moving the way I went: toward very short chastity devices. After spending quite a bit of time experimenting, I learned that a device that was short enough to keep the head of my penis firmly planted against the end of the device was easiest to live in. My urethra presses through the center opening. Peeing is neat and easy.
Because there is no room for expansion, attempted erections don’t get the chance to move things around. Yes, the head presses against the front bars and will show “grill marks” when the cage is removed. After nearly four years of continuous wear, I can say that a short cage makes a happy caged male.
Off-the-shelf chastity device makers are taking notices. The Holy Trainer nano model has a 1.3-inch long cage. It is about the same diameter. That’s perfect for me. It turns out that the key cage dimension is the diameter, not the length. I’ve tried cages with diameters as small as 1-inch. It turns out that, for me at least, the narrow diameter makes the cage uncomfortable. My measured thickness is 1.5-inches. A cage from 1.25 to 1.5 inches across is fine.
When wearing a device, you may notice that your penis is shortest when you are sitting in a chair. With a properly short cage, the head of your penis will still being in contact with the end of the cage even then. When you wear a short cage, the shaft of the soft penis is squished into the cage. In many cases, like mine, only the head is visible. A properly sized cage, keeps you neatly and safely tucked away.
