Month: September 2014 (Page 3)

thumb fits under chastity device base ring
You can see how I can get my thumb between my base ring and my body. Click the image for a clear view.

(Thursday, September 25, 2014) It’s been about five days since I cashed in my orgasm reward and there is another six days until my scheduled release on September 30. At this moment I am not feeling terribly horny. However, since tonight is a tease (or other activity) night, I may be singing a different song tomorrow.

There are times that wearing a cage is just a pain. This morning I went to pee at work and since there was another man at the urinal next to mine, I didn’t get to check to make sure I was correctly aligned inside my cage. Lately, I have been very well centered in the opening. I wasn’t this morning and ended up spraying my pants and the floor. I really hate moments like this. This hasn’t happened in several months and I thought I was over this problem after I got the shorter cage. I should be grateful I didn’t eat asparagus recently.

I’ve noticed during showers that my base ring isn’t as tight as it should be. The rule of thumb is that if you can insert more than one finger to the first joint between the base ring and your body, the base ring is too large. I can get more than that between my ring and body. The thing is that my current ring is not so big a ball can escape and I have never tried to pull my penis out from behind the ring. Even so, I have been obsessing over this ring size question for a while now.

The reason I decided to write about it is that this question about ring size is really an indirect question about chastity device security. I know I will never try to pull out. I’m in this because I asked for it (like every other caged male), so why would I try to escape?

The more I think about this, the more certain I am that my reason for desiring a cage and one that I can’t escape is that I like the helpless feeling I get from knowing I am stuck. I feel the same way about those cheap, velcro restraints. If I can untie myself, I can’t consider myself tied up. Don’t worry Mrs. Lion, the restraints you gave me on Valentine’s day are not escapable. I tried when you used them on me.

I know that every chastity device that depends on a cock and ball ring is escapable. Even a device with anti-pullout pins and a very tight base ring can be escaped with enough lube and effort. The fact that I know this makes my concern with my base ring even sillier. I do know that a smaller base ring would make pullout more difficult but not impossible. Since I have no desire to escape, why should I care if my device is a little bit less secure than it could be? I shouldn’t. It’s irrational to want to make that change. As Mrs. Lion has pointed out many times here, I am not the most rational critter in the jungle.

In a more general sense, a lot of males seek to get “secure” chastity devices. As soon as they discover there is a vulnerability, they go into action and try to plug the hole. There is a problem with this approach. The main one, aside from cost, is that the more secure the device, the less comfortable it will be. I think I can tolerate a base ring 1/8″ smaller than the one I have. But there is a good chance that the smaller ring will also chafe a bit and make full-time wearing less comfortable.

This is where I need to be a grown-up and not the toddler Mrs. Lion writes about. As long as my balls can’t escape on their own, I should be fine with my current ring. I have no discomfort and can’t get hard or otherwise get sexual pleasure while locked up. Even in my most desperate moments I have had no desire to escape and sneak a wank. So, Mrs.Lion, please note that your Lion is acting like an adult and is not going to order a smaller ring. I do want to get a smaller one, just because, but I won’t — at least for now.

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Last night Lion said he wonders what our readers think of us. I’ve been wondering if we give enough clues that someone could figure out who we are. In other words, if someone who knows us read our blog, would they know it was us. It’s not like I tell everyone my hair is green (Lion would kill me) and that Lion drives a Porsche (he wishes) so if you see a green-haired woman in a Porsche you’d know it’s us.

The point is that no one knows what we do in the bedroom or our personal dungeon. No one knows that we write this blog. We could be your neighbors. We could be your aunt and uncle. Unless your neighbors or your aunt and uncle have shared these things with you, you really have no idea what goes in on their private lives. Personally, I like that anonymity. I don’t think I could get up in front of a group of people and share any of this. Many people can. I’ve been to conventions with classes and presentations. People give classes about spanking and water sports like they’re talking about baking a cake. Of course, I would be just as uncomfortable talking about baking a cake in front of people.

As women often do (men do it too so don’t feel superior) my coworkers and I complain about our significant others. If the dishes didn’t make it into the dishwasher after his midnight snack or he left his shoes in the middle of the living room rather than putting them in the closet. Inevitably one will say she doesn’t have these problems because she trained her husband well. I’m sure most of us assume she means she just, over time, nagged him into doing what she wanted him to do. I don’t think any of us expect her to say that she spanked him until he figured out that the dirty dishes belong in the dishwasher. She may very well have withheld sex, but not from a chastity point of view. She was just mad at him and telling him “no” a few nights in a row let him see the error of leaving his shoes in the living room. Of course, she could very well have spanked him. Just as I wouldn’t share that I spank Lion because he drops food, I’m sure she wouldn’t share if she spanked her husband. It’s just not something you share unless you’re sure you’re in a safe environment.

I suppose Lion took a big chance when he told me about his kinks. I could have said goodbye and have a nice life. I never would have guessed by looking at him, that he was such a pervert. He’s everything my mother warned me about. And more. And I’m glad I stuck around.

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Tuesday night Mrs. Lion decided to continue my anal education. It’s been a while and I am out of practice.  Before I went into the shower she placed the Boy Butter and a chrome butt plug and my “mini me” clone of my not-fully-engorged penis on the bed. She waited until after I took my shower and when I got out asked me which toy I wanted inside me. I asked her to make the decision and lay flat on my stomach. Soon I felt her fingers getting lube around and into my anus. This was followed by an object. At first I thought it was the plug; uncomfortable at first, then it felt good as it went deeper. This wasn’t right. A plug gets more uncomfortable since it’s width grows until it gets to the “shoulder” and suddenly narrows down. I don’t like the feeling when it suddenly narrows. This was different. It just felt good. I asked what was inside me and Mrs. Lion said it was my mini me.

I liked how it felt. Being fucked by my own penis actually felt good! In the past, partners had told me that my penis was perfect for anal sex. I figured it was because I’m not that big. Now I discovered that they were right. I like how it feels. She gently pegged me for a bit and when it started getting uncomfortable, I asked her to stop. This is the first time in ages I really enjoyed something up my ass. I want Mrs. Lion to do it again soon.

After the pegging, we relaxed and watched TV. When we were close to bedtime, Mrs. Lion mentioned that she had my key out on her nightstand. I suggested it was an awful waste not to use it. She smiled and unlocked me. I had already accepted that the anal attention was the end of this play session, so it was a real surprise that there would be more. Mrs. Lion sat next to me on the bed and proceeded to masturbate me. She brought me to the edge twice. What a treat!

As I was starting to fall asleep I realized that I was no longer just comfortable in my cage. I was horny again. Mrs. Lion awoke the sleeping beast. Of course she knew that. It was her intention. Wednesday morning when I added my daily lion tracker status, I wasn’t sure what horny level to put down. I spent most of Tuesday at level 2: not particularly interested in sex, but then Tuesday night Mrs. Lion recharged my sexual battery. I finally decided it was more correct to show the end-of-day status, so I entered “4”.

Speaking of the LionTracker, Mrs. Lion has faithfully recorded every event in our chastity adventure. We started it only a few days ago, but already it is a helpful recording of what we have done and when we did it. Through it and this blog, you are sharing in every event in our sex lives.

It seems to me that both of us are having a lot more sex than we did before I was locked up. I’m sure that Mrs. Lion has had more orgasms in the last nine months than she did in the last five years. She didn’t agree when I suggested it. I think I need to add this activity to our LionTracker so we can have real data to look at later.

One of the lessons I am learning is that it is up to Mrs. Lion to decide how much sex she wants. It is my pleasure to provide it whenever she lets me. I want her to know that my happiness in chastity isn’t tied to the quantity of orgasms I give her. It’s just a super treat whenever she lets me give her some.

When I came out of the shower last night I brought the Boy Butter, a chrome butt plug, and Lion’s Mini Me clone with me. I put them on the bed in front of him and didn’t say anything else. Sometimes I like to let him think about what’s going to happen. Other times it’s nice to surprise him. This time I was going to give him a choice. He could have the heavy butt plug in or the clone. When we finally started, I asked him, but he didn’t want to make the decision. I went with the clone.

It’s been a while since we’ve done any anal training. I went slow and eventually did peg him for a few minutes. Not hard. He needs to time to get used to it again. He said he’s sure this is the beginning of a routine. Is he? I’m not. I’ve said before that I was going to get him ready for fisting and then I didn’t follow through. I don’t know why he’s so sure. Maybe he’s just trying to give me a kick in the right direction. We’ll see how it goes.

He was disappointed that all I did was peg him for a few minutes. He wanted some attention for Mr. Weenie. I made him wait a while for that. Just before we were settling in for the night, I unlocked him and edged him twice. He said he had given up hope for the night and became docile. After I played with him he was horny again. Good! Actually I was toying with the idea of giving him an orgasm. But he “only” had seven more days to wait for his scheduled orgasm so I just played with him.

Earlier in the evening he made a comment that we have had more sex in the past nine months than we have in the past nine years. I never kept score, but I don’t think that’s accurate. I don’t think things dropped off that long ago. I may have stopped having sex, but he always got some form of sex every night for a long time. And then, of course, I started giving up because he never initiated. We’ve been married nine years and I know we didn’t stop when we got married. Anyway, that’s splitting hairs, we have (HE has) had more sex in the past nine months than he has in a very long time. However long it’s been, it’s too long. It’s ironic that locking him up has somehow freed him.

I have no idea what the next nine months will bring. With Lion, it’s difficult to know what he’ll come up with next. Never a dull moment.

[Lion — I am wondering what Mrs. Lion will come up with. I hope that now we are on this path that she will find things on her own. I would love to see what she might want to do.]