Penis Obsession?

Lion's horny scale

My arousal has become of such interest that I record my level of arousal regularly and make it available here.

It occurs to me that to an outside observer, those of us practicing enforced chastity appear to be obsessed with our penises. If you go around the Internet and read the articles, blogs, and forums, it’s easy to get the impression that there are a lot of men and their keyholders spending vast amounts of time discussing penises that aren’t supposed to be used for sex. I alone have written well over 100,000 words on the subject of enforced chastity and my penis. We even have a LionTracker that tracks my sexual activities and feelings in the tiniest detail. Recording all this information takes time and energy, and means that at least as long as it takes to do and record all the stuff here, my penis is in the front of my mind.

On a more basic level it shouldn’t be surprising that I think about sex so much. Study after study revealed that males think about sex at least twice every waking minute. So its apparently normal to have a lot of interest in ones penis. But my interest is in giving up my penis and not having sex without Mrs. Lion providing it. Shouldn’t that make me less interested in thinking about it? Apparently not.

It’s true. I think about sex more now than I have in memory. My cage constantly reminds me that my penis is no longer under my control. Mrs. Lion keeps me in an almost continuous state of heat. I get non-orgasmic stimulation at least every other day. Things are pretty much rigged to keep me heavily involved with my penis 24/7.

If you read the Journal, you must have the impression that my life revolves around enforced chastity. It doesn’t. My priorities are far more mundane. First and foremost is Mrs. Lion. She means everything to me. Her happiness and well being are my top priorities. Then, of course, I have to work and provide the money we need to live. After that come the usual day-to-day needs of life. Then comes pleasure. My main pleasure nowadays is the sexual energy I am getting from enforced chastity and my other kinks. Sex has become my favorite hobby. I guess if butterfly collecting was on the top of my list, then that would be what you would read about here.

Is my obsession really my penis? I don’t think about it very much at all. It isn’t very distinguished; barely an inch and a half long, living in a cage that makes it hard to pee. No, not that interesting. Even when stimulated, it’s not that imposing. No, it isn’t my penis.

If I am obsessed, it is with sexual satisfaction. What was once something I could handle in a few minutes all by myself, is now subject to an externally imposed schedule, teasing without satisfaction, and long waits between orgasms. Yes, that’s the obsession. I do spend a lot of time thinking about my next teasing session, spanking, anal play, and of course orgasm.

I am playing a game where the prize is the sexual satisfaction I used to take for granted. I have lost the ability to get myself off. I can’t even get hard without Mrs. Lion. So yes, all this bottled up desire to come, the constant knowledge that I have given up control of my sexual satisfaction, and the sensations of wearing a cage day and night have indeed brought sex to the foreground of my life.

This heightened sexual consciousness is one of the best things about enforced male chastity. It adds an element of excitement to my days and nights. It’s big fun.

Caged male half of a happy couple practicing enforced male chastity and domestic discipline. Locked since 1/2014. Domestic discipline 3/2015. Lion's first mouth soaping was 7/17.

Posted in Lion's Journal, Living with chastity, Sex