(Tuesday, August 19 2014) Last night was a lot of fun. I was uncaged since Saturday. That alone is really nice. We had been away in our RV and the RV/marine toilet is built a little differently from the one at home. Peeing sitting down is messy with it, and as Mrs. Lion has written, when I am caged and try to pee standing up, I can sometimes miss. So, being wild meant that the bathroom was no longer a challenge. Best of all, Mrs. Lion asked me to give her oral sex! It’s been a long time since that happened. We both had a very good time.
After she has a nice orgasm, true to her word, Mrs. Lion tried to ride mestyle. This is when she faces me as she sits on my penis. Unfortunately, it didn’t feel right for her. Over the years since we tried this last, both of us have gained weight. I have lost all of the extra pounds since then, but we just didn’t fit right. So she turned around and rode me facing my feet. In this position she can’t orgasm, but I can. When she faces me, she can orgasm but I can’t. So, when she mounted up for her orgasm I had no expectation of having on myself. Then, when she turned around for reverse lion riding, I successfully held off orgasm. It wasn’t that difficult since Mrs. Lion had given me orgasms both Saturday and Sunday. When I didn’t come, she dismounted and masturbated me to orgasm. Then, back into the cage.
Mrs. Lion has decided that until further notice I will be allowed to run wild during our RV trips. This is a very welcome change. Driving for hours tends to cause some pinching and requires frequent adjustment; and as I mentioned before, the RV toilet isn’t cage-friendly. The fact that I won’t be wearing the cage doesn’t change anything with my chastity. Mrs. Lion is still in charge and my orgasms are completely under her control. I am not worried that even after a long wait that I will have any problem resisting the temptation to masturbate.
Will having me wild for a few days change how Mrs. Lion relates to her power over me? We’ve both observed that keeping me caged has played a big part in our improved sexual communication and activity. Clearly, locking up my penis has strong symbolic meaning to both of us. In the past, when we played, things tapered off and stopped after a fairly short time. Will the cage just end up sitting in Mrs. Lion’s dresser drawer? Will we lose our momentum? Certainly, that didn’t happen this past weekend when I had a couple of wild days. I have no reason to believe that shortly after we get home from the next trip that I won’t find the base ring waiting on the bed for me to put it on. But I still worry.
I don’t think the worry has anything to do with Mrs. Lion. I think it is a sort of insecurity that I feel when allowed to be free of the cage. I wonder if other caged males feel it too. Maybe I don’t want to be out of my cage for long anymore. Am I now a tame lion? Well, we shall see.