People new to enforced chastity frequently obsess over “security”. The idea is that the chastity device is supposed to act as an impenetrable barrier to erection and unauthorized masturbation or orgasm. The fantasies always portray the caged male as a semi-unwilling victim of a woman who owns his sexuality. That fantasy drives a lot of guys to find devices they think will be escape proof. Any captive-ball device, like the infamous, uncomfortable CB6000, can be escaped. The penis can be pulled out of the back. To attempt to prevent that, guys get devices with very tight rings that go around the cock and balls. This will make it more difficult, but not impossible to pull out. Others get Prince Albert (PA) piercings through which they can put a lock that will attach to a chastity device. Obviously pull out will be impossible then. So that’s that. A guy can get a comfortable chastity device that will be impossible to escape.
Fantasy realized! Well, no. It’s unsafe to wear a device when unsupervised unless an emergency key is available. Mine is in a pill container on my key chain. So, even with an inescapable device, it’s easy to get out. Many believe it is a secure device that puts the “enforced” in enforced chastity. I don’t agree. My chastity is enforced because I have surrendered sexual control to Mrs. Lion. Even if the device is off, I’m not going to cheat and get off. I will get hard, but that’s not something I can control. In the device I can’t do that.
Why do I wear the device at all? Why does Mrs. Lion care if I do or don’t? These are much more important questions. They are also difficult for me to answer precisely. I won’t unlock myself unless it is an emergency because the device and the penis it guards belong to my lioness. I don’t feel I have that right. More important to me, wearing it makes me feel closer to her. That steel caging the penis is locked on by her because she wants me to wear it. Because it controls, if only symbolically, my sexuality, it is a potent symbol to me; one I am always aware is there.
When I receive nightly teasing, Mrs. Lion unlocks and removes the cage. I remove the base ring. She and only she stimulates me. When she is finished, whether I come or not, she gives me the ring. I put it on and she locks the cage back over my penis. This could all happen if I weren’t locked up at all. She could have my lie on my back, stimulate me, and then tell me she is done. I, of course, would not stimulate myself. Same thing, right? No, I don’t think so.
The cage is real. It’s steel and it does absolutely prevent erection or ejaculation. She knows that as do I. The very acts of freeing my penis and then locking it up again send a powerful message to me. I know that only during that brief time she chooses to stimulate me will I be erect and allowed to be aroused, sometimes even ejaculate. When the cage goes back on, her toy is put away and only available to her.
Yes, I do know that I can use my emergency key. I can probably pull out behind the base ring too. I’ve never tried that and I expect it would be pretty uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter. I won’t do either. Feeling that device locked onto my penis gives me a strong feeling of warmth and, let’s face it, security. I feel secure that Mrs. Lion has taken true, physical ownership of me and my sexuality. That’s what is at the base of all the fantasies. It’s what I really want. It’s similar, but different from my wedding ring. My ring announces to the world that I am not available. I’m married, stay away. The chastity device reminds me that the only source of sexual pleasure comes from one and only one person, my beloved lioness. More importantly, I am reminded that she wants to give me pleasure. She unlocks me and stimulates me regularly. She does that because it will please me. She doesn’t let me ejaculate very often. That’s important to both of us. She’s in charge. Ejaculation is a reward she reserves for times when it pleases her to provide it. For me, at least, security in enforced chastity has nothing to do with how hard it is to defeat my chastity device. Security is the warm certainty that my lioness loves me and chooses to give me the pleasure I can’t give myself or get from others.
Mrs. Lion has written that she likes me locked in my cage. I think it has a somewhat different message for her. I wrote about my thoughts on why it works for her. I asked her to read it. She offered her response:
I don’t why I like the cage. I think it’s the idea of what it represents although not from a security point of view. I never worried you’d cheat. It’s sort of a good luck charm in a way. You may not need that lucky rabbit’s foot, but do you want to take a chance? And by taking a chance I don’t mean that you’d cheat. I mean that things would go back to the way they were before. We don’t want that. And the best reminder seems to be the cage.
Amen, my sweet lioness.