Complex Lion

Today is my scheduled orgasm day. Between hurting my back and my bonus orgasm, I am not as crazy horny as usual. That doesn’t mean I’m not ready, willing, and able to squirt for Mrs. Lion. I will be a very grateful lion tomorrow. Most of the time I don’t think about my chastity device or the fact that it prevents me from erection and orgasm. That, I suppose, is because sex isn’t on my mind most of the time. But when my thoughts drift in that direction, things change drastically.

Like times when I am driving and I start to think about some of my sexual adventures. I’m sure you know what I mean; some hot memories are way more entertaining than NPR. Sometimes the memories are rather vivid and I can feel a stirring between my legs. My hand drifts down and encounters…my cage. The same sort of thing happens at night when drifting off to sleep; sexy thought followed by touching my cage.

I can’t say that I am disappointed when I feel that steel barrier. I am not happy either. Usually, I mentally ask myself, “What were you thinking?” and then smile and remember that my penis doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to Mrs. Lion. She only lets me use it to pee. When we were first starting out with this, I would get a bit aroused each time I had that thought. After nearly 11 months the thought evokes a bemused sigh. When I’m thinking more rationally, I have to admit that my sex life has taken a big turn toward the better over these last months. Ironically, by losing control of my cock, I seem to be having way more fun. Lions are more complex critters than I thought.

Before I suggested we try enforced chastity, I thought about what my wish for this meant. I am not a submissive person. I’ve been an active top and BDSM educator for almost 30 years. I have always enjoyed bottoming, but that was restricted to individual sessions, not full time. Obviously there is no comfortable label for my current state. Poor Mrs. Lion. No wonder it is hard for her to figure out what I want.

Most of the time I like to end a post with a pithy explanation I think you might find helpful. This one ends with me puzzled. I have no idea why I am so happy with our sex life that I don’t want anything to change. I live with a Mature Metal Jail Bird locked to my penis. I don’t always like that it is there, but I can’t think of any reason why I would want it permanently removed. Let me know if you see something I don’t. Please.

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.

What do you think?