Last night was play night. Mrs. Lion out of kind consideration for my penis injury, a small bruise on the frenum which had been a bit uncomfortable when I get hard, she decided to pay attention to my rear end. Very unceremoniously, she shoved the Njoy plug up my ass. Generally she eases it in with minimal discomfort for me. This time it went in with a firm, steady pressure. The ache subsided after about ten minutes and it nestled there comfortably. I’m not sure if this is part of Mrs. Lion turning over a new leaf, so to speak, but it is something completely new.
I know she said she was going to do independent research; read no more topping from the bottom. It could be this is the first thrust. I have to say that she performed her ass-shoving with the utmost good nature. She was all smiles and, “poor boy.” The sympathy didn’t exactly ring true.
She got some ebooks on chastity from Amazon and spent some time this evening reading. She said the first book was worthless, just a discussion of why to do male chastity. She already knows that. It’s definitely a step in the right direction in terms of keyholding. I’ll let you in on a professional secret: I write this column the night before. So, I am typing away with that plug up my ass. It doesn’t hurt, but I know it is there.
This is not a case of, “Be careful what you wish for.” I think the combination of Mrs. Lion’s good nature and her new found approach to my enforced chastity will produce a very effective result. Ultimately, an effective, long-term enforced chastity adventure requires that both people find what works for themselves and for the relationship. It may seem odd, but I think the most difficult part to figure out is the reason for doing it.
Obviously, we started this because I want it. I get a sense of fulfillment and comfort from the power exchange we have. The cage on my penis is a turn on for me. That’s great, but is it the reason? These are the benefits. Should we have a goal? Aren’t the benefits enough? I’ve been thinking a lot about this. It’s the nerd in me. Here’s what I came up with:
A solid, conscious goal is asking too much of something like enforced chastity. Let’s face it, I introduced it to Mrs. Lion because it was something I wanted badly. I didn’t want her to lock me up so I could learn to do anything or stop doing something I shouldn’t. The idea just turns me on. Since Mrs. Lion and I both agree that I don’t masturbate excessively or chase other lionesses. I don’t have any sexual problems that chastity will cure.
Nevertheless, I really like the idea of rules and discipline. But rules for what? See? We’re back to goals and reasons. So, without any real issues to correct, what do we have? I think it is … well, a hobby, Don’t get me wrong. That’s not trivializing enforced chastity. It’s just moving it from correction to recreation. Mrs. Lion taking power makes me feel good. We do it in our spare time, except that I am locked up all the time. It’s a hobby.
Hobbies can be very intense. Look at the obsessed collectors. Their hobbies occupy them completely. So, if enforced chastity is our hobby, how do we pursue it? I’m not sure yet. One way we might do it is to use the chastity and discipline to condition me to do things I wouldn’t have done otherwise. I don’t know what these things might be, but Mrs. Lion is very resourceful.
Some enforced chastity “hobbyists” end up being conditioned without either partner consciously trying to change anything. It may become impossible to get aroused without the keyholder. I can feel myself moving in that direction. One form of sex can become the only kind of sex. If a woman only wants vaginal penetration, if she is the keyholder, chances are good that is the only way she will let her male express himself sexually. After a while he will become fixated on her vagina and it will become the only way he wants to ejaculate.
These are just examples. Most keyholders don’t plot how they will change their partners, but it happens anyway. My point is that if as a keyholder, Mrs. Lion is aware that the extreme focus the cage puts on my sexual expression, I will be conditioned with or without her knowledge. So, isn’t it better to do this conditioning consciously? Maybe our chastity hobby is lion training. Or maybe it is something entirely different. I don’t want to know. That’s Mrs. Lion’s department.