(Wednesday, October 8, 2014) Mrs. Lion jump started my libido last night. Even though it wasn’t our scheduled tease and deny night, she uncaged me and edged me a few times. At first I was doubtful it would do much good. To my surprise I got hard almost immediately and was enthusiastically rooting for the orgasm that never came. This morning my interest in sex is back to a reasonably normal level. In fact, after waking up and watching the news on TV, I found that I was trying to get hard. There was nothing sexy on the news, so it must be an aftershock from last night. It’s good to be back. Tomorrow is my scheduled fun and orgasm day. I am looking forward to it now!
Yesterday I discovered that the cap to my emergency key container had unscrewed itself. It probably is the result of being in my pocket all the time. To my surprise, the seal was a bit wrinkled but still intact with the number readable. Apparently my body heat melted the glue enough to soften it and allow the cap to loosen. Clearly, we need to rethink our emergency key strategy.
This potential for a breach got me thinking about the whole chastity security topic; more specifically as it applies to me. I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me up. She kindly agreed. As far as I can tell, she has no serious need to keep me in a chastity device. She’s never indicated that it would matter much if I were locked up or not. So, in her terms, since I asked to be locked up I should be trusted to have the key if I need it.
I can’t argue with that logic, but somehow it feels wrong to me. I want her to lock me up. But I don’t want to have the ability to change my mind. That’s why I have been a bit uncomfortable carrying around my emergency key. I recognize the reason it makes sense to have it, but it also is a very real way I can change my mind about enforced chastity at any time.
Myis not absolutely secure. I am sure I could get my penis out and the device off if I worked at it. Without the key, I think it would be nearly impossible to get it back on. So, without a key, Mrs. Lion would immediately know I had removed it. With a key, it would be trivial to take it off and then put it back on. No way to detect that.
Of course, all this is moot if Mrs. Lion doesn’t let me know in no uncertain terms what the consequence would be of such a breech. Since I know she is locking me up only because it makes me happy, I suspect there would be no serious consequence to not wearing it, even without her permission.
As I consider all this, I realize that there are actually two sorts of security at work. The first is the obvious locking up of my penis. So long as I can’t get out and back in again, any wish to be unlocked for some fooling around isn’t going to be realized. However, the stronger security is my certain knowledge of a consequence for breaching Mrs. Lion’s trust.
In a normal, adult relationship just knowing that such a breach would hurt my partner is certainly sufficient deterrent that will prevent me from taking an unauthorized chastity holiday. So, at least in my case, there is no danger I will sneak out of my cage. So what’s the problem? I think it comes down to the word “enforced”. Enforced implies more than moral or social restraint. It implies an external force makes me do, or in this case, not do something. The fun in it for me is that physical control has been taken from me.
It’s not that I won’t cheat, it’s that I can’t. That is where my turn on lives. When Mrs. Lion makes me wait and wait for release, she is testing that physical enforcement. She is demonstrating to me that no matter how badly I want release, it will only come when she allows it. That is the power exchange I want. I love that I can’t take that cage off. I love feeling her power and control. So when I discovered I could have gotten to my emergency key undetected, it bothered me. Mrs. Lion and I will have to work out a better solution.