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Heavy, stainless steel butt plug filled me for three hours. A fair trade for the dreaded diaper. Click the image for purchase information.

Last night there was a new twist to my forced chastity. Lioness let me take off my diaper, then she removed my cage and instructed me to take a shower and get all cleaned off. She also let me clean the cage which needed some soap and water too. It was heavenly getting clean without having to work around the tight bars. I couldn’t help but get hard during the cleaning. I was a good lion and didn’t attempt to masturbate, but you can bet I was ready to go!

When I emerged from the bathroom naked and clean, Mrs. Lion had the stainless steel butt plug (see photo on right) out with a tub of Boy Butter lube. Boy butter is specifically designed for anal play and is easy to clean up and very slippery. She lubed the plug and my butt and in it went. She told me that as long as it was nestled up my ass I could be without my diaper and cage. It was pretty uncomfortable at first, but after a few minutes I got used to its considerable weight.

After an hour, Mrs. Lion moved over beside me on the bed and began playing with me. Oh boy! I really wanted to come. She continued as though driven by a purpose. I hoped the purpose would be to let me squirt. I didn’t want to come without permission, so when I was almost ready, I told her I was going to come. I half expected to have her stop and leave me wanting, but she continued. The problem was that she only continued for about ten seconds and then when I was just ready to blow, she stopped and moved her hand away. It felt like a door was closing and I watched helplessly as my semen oozed out of my penis. I made a sad sound. Lioness looked pleased.

“Is that it?” I asked hopefully. “You know, I bet there is more if you want to do it again.”

“Probably,” she replied, but made no move to take me up on it. She moved to her side of the bed and I started the paused TV show. I lay there another hour as the plug grew uncomfortable.

After a few more minutes, I asked, “Can you take it out, please?” She nodded pleasantly and told me to roll over on my stomach. I turned over and she pulled it out. That hurt!

“I guess I pulled it out too fast,” she said. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” I said. It was good to have it out and also good to get some sexual attention. Beggers can’t be choosers.

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In: Male Chastity

Male chastity is initiated by locking up the male’s penis in a cage that makes it impossible to achieve an erection and ejaculate. At least that is the goal of the hardware. So, one would imagine that the objective of this practice is to prevent the male from having sex, alone or with anyone else. However, it’s a bit like pregnancy; you get that way by having sex, but once pregnant there is a lot more to do for the next twenty years or so.

Very few, if any caged males expect that sex prevention is the reason they want to be locked up. There is a not-so-subtle power exchange implied in the process. So, are we talking about a set of things to do with a caged male, or are we really embarking on a new lifestyle that will seep into every corner of our lives? A lot of folks work hard to keep the forced chastity and the sexual activities around it isolated from the rest of their lives. Is that possible?

Lioness and I are now about two months in to my 24/7 caging. I went in with expectations of some female topping along with controlling if and when I get to orgasm. Fortunately for me, lioness lets me orgasm twice a week so far. I like that a lot. Of course that could change at any time. She has also imposed weekend diaper wearing and forces me to bargain for occasional exceptions. All this fits in nicely with our initial concept. I also imagine there will be some discipline and imposition of other requirements. It’s an expected part of our version of forced male chastity.

The big question is that if we do this consistently and incorporate these practices in our daily lives,  have we moved forced chastity from an activity we share to a new lifestyle for us? I go both ways on this. In some sense I see that we have added some nice spice to our sex life and as such this is an activity. But then as I consider it more, it occurs to me that my being caged insinuates itself subtly into other unrelated parts of our lives. For example, if we are going to go out for dinner and then see a movie on a Saturday night, lioness has to consider whether or not I could enjoy the evening if I have to spend part of it in a wet diaper. Does she give me a “vacation” from my diaper? Does she let me sit in a wet one or try to hold my pee in? If she lets me out for the evening, does she exact a price later? Will I have to wear one during the week as well?

Granted, this is not a big deal but it is a new complication. On another level, should she make me wait longer to orgasm if I do something non-sexual that displeases her? If she does, are we now using forced chastity to support a more generalized female domination? Do we need to discuss it? In my case, I would accept such an extension, even welcome it. But will this change the way lioness views me as a man?

All of these questions wouldn’t even come up if forced male chastity was just an activity. They are very relevant because whether we asked for it or not, it becomes part of our lives; a new lifestyle. Everyone is different and how they approach the practice is individual. However, in many male fantasies about being caged, there is an underlying request for female dominance at some level. It may just relate to sex, and pleasing the keyholder, or it can extend into non-sexual parts of the couple’s lives as well. Either way is fine. The important thing is to be aware of what you both want and talk about it. After the conversation, let the games begin!

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In: Male Chastity

The Male Chastity Journal was created by me to provide a real-life view of forced male chastity. I am very fortunate that Mrs. Lion contributes freely to this online conversation. We are sharing the struggle and the joys of introducing enforced male chastity and female domination into our lives. As you can read here, it isn’t an easy path.

I have a lifetime of experience as a top. I am a novice bottom and caged male. My relationship with Mrs. Lion has its challenges for both of us. I have wanted to bottom as long as she has known me. She had never heard of such things before we met. As you can read here, we have both struggled with this for many years. A communication gap is the result of this struggle. I am not sure how I feel about it, but what you can read here is that gap closing. Mrs. Lion is discussing issues that affect her and her ability to support my enforced male chastity. They are intensely personal and provide a window into a real-life couple’s efforts to make all of this work.

From my perspective this is a very good thing. I am learning from her every post. I am not perfect. I don’t handle every situation the best way. As you can read, I have made mistakes in my pursuit of a sexual relationship with my lioness. I am happy to get her perspective and have her give me a chance to correct these errors.

I don’t think that by revealing my mistakes and weaknesses that my credibility as someone who has information to share has been hurt; just the opposite. My goal was to provide an unvarnished look at real people practicing forced male chastity. Since I am the caged male, I can’t control how the women here on the blog choose to meet that challenge. I don’t want to control it.

Too much of the stuff on the Web is either fantasy or idealized accounts of this lifestyle. Real people, particularly new keyholders, can perceive this fantasy perfection as an impossible goal to reach. As a result they get discouraged and don’t even try. Even worse, the males who want this can persist in believing that all of their relationship issues will disappear when they get a lock on their cocks.

If you are reading along with us, you are getting a daily account of how two couples are growing into forced male chastity. We are all very different. We all have baggage. Everyone does. This blog is unique in that we aren’t hiding it. In short, if we can make this work, you can too.

There are two important lessons here for caged males and their keyholders: Issues in your relationship won’t go away after you are caged. They can get worse. Second, locking someone up or being locked up does not remove anyone’s obligation to make the other happy. A cage is not a free pass to avoid  doing things on your own to please your keyholder, and for keyholders, taking charge does not absolve you from the obligation to keep your pet happy.

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In: Advice for a new keyholder, diapers, Femdom, Lion's Journal

While the Internet and the Web have made it possible to find people who share your interests, it has also imposed a kind of crowd-sourced set of labels to people that force them in to social molds that make no sense. My biggest pet peeve are the “dom” and “sub” labels. Forced male chastity is a victim of this tyranny of labels. Since the web folks love labels, anyone who has power over someone and demonstrates it is “dom”, and anyone who accepts this control is “sub”.

In the real world, this just isn’t the case. Before the Internet and its idiotic labels, people in the leather community (folks who practiced power exchange and socialized with others who share this interest) did not identify this way at all. I am part of it. We recognize that all this play involves “roles”. That is, for a time or with a given partner, we are “tops” or “bottoms”. A top has the power and the bottom surrenders it to the top. This doesn’t imply that either the top or bottom is always in control in everything. It means that in the context of an agreed-to circumstance or period of time, like an evening, the people will take their particular roles.

This much more reasonable view is a better way to think about forced male chastity. As a caged male, when I surrendered the key to my lioness I didn’t relinquish all control of my life. As my keyholder she didn’t agree to dominate me and make every decision in our relationship. What a burden that would be for her! All we agreed to was that she would have sexual control over me. She would decide if and when my penis would get to stretch out and perhaps, ejaculate. I also asked if she would consider making some rules that I could follow. These rules didn’t have to center on my penis. She agreed to try. She made one that is a doozy; I spend every weekend in diapers. Fair enough! I asked and she granted my wish.

The limits of her topping are negotiated. She has to be willing to take the role in the requested context. As a bottom, I also have the right to negotiate the limits of her powers as my top.  We both expect that this will change over time. She knows I get turned on by punishments for infractions. This is hard for her. She knows a spanking hurts and I am not sexually aroused while she inflicts it. What she may not know is that even though I hate it at the time, it feeds a deep-seated need inside me. The same is true of rules. I know that when she learned I didn’t like peeing in a diaper all weekend,  her resolved seemed to soften. But I don’t want to like it. I want to feel her power. If diapers are one of her choices to demonstrate her control, then wearing them gives me a deep satisfaction.

As I mentioned in my last post, it can be a good idea to put a “price” on orgasms. Last night I had a delightful orgasm. While she was playing with me she informed me that if I come, I will have to eat my semen. Yuck! But, you know what? Deep down I was very happy. My lioness was showing her sexual control. I came and I had a little yucky snack. It didn’t taste good, but it felt wonderful. I think this is the hardest thing for a new top to understand: while I hate what she is doing, sometimes enough to try to get away, another more important part of me loves it. She is doing me a great kindness. The more I hate it and even protest, and the more she steadfastly sticks with her resolve, the more deep down satisfaction I get. It’s a paradox that is way too subtle for the Internet labels of “dom” and “sub.”