For a while I’ve wondered about getting Lion hard and then just leaving him alone. Sort of an edging without actually edging. I thought this was incredibly mean. Of course, I thought edging was incredibly mean for a long time.

Think about it. Lion is expecting an orgasm and here we go. On and on and on and stop. No orgasm. Mean! It’s the same deal with getting him hard. He’s expecting to be edged and, nope, no edging.

Then Lion wrote about doing just that very thing. OK. Maybe not exactly just that very thing. When I did it to him Thursday night, he told me he meant that I should get him hard when we weren’t playing. Ah. I see. Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t do it for play too.

Lion also wrote about how often he should get to come. In the past, when I said I like it when he’s really horny, he said I shouldn’t give him an orgasm so he stays horny. I do know there’s a limit to his horniness. At a certain point he won’t be as horny. He says two weeks is optimum. Ah. I see. Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t give him more orgasms.

The point is, I depend on his feedback. That doesn’t mean he’s topping from the bottom. He’s allowed, even encouraged, to tell me what works and what doesn’t. He’s allowed to tell me what he wants. I’m allowed, even encouraged, to ignore what he says. That’s my job. I take in all information and formulate a plan. Lion’s feedback is essential.

I’ve been wild (no chastity device) for a few weeks now. Part of me misses the cage; another part is enjoying the freedom. There is no change in terms of my rules. I can’t touch sexually, masturbate, or have sex with anyone other than Mrs. Lion. I don’t take advantage of my unlocked state.

It’s true that I like the bondage aspect of wearing a chastity device. It’s a big reason I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me up. Perversely, I find being unable to get hard a big turn on. But I’ve discovered a potentially bigger benefit of being wild: easy access for Mrs. Lion.

My cage locks Mrs. Lion out almost as much as it locks me in. She has the key and can take it off any time she wants. But it takes extra effort to get the key, have me lie down, then remove the cage. Once it’s off, I remove the base ring. By that time any thought of spontaneous activity has long fled. When I am wild, all Mrs. Lion has to do is reach down. I am not permitted to wear clothes at home, so my cock and balls are always available to her. Impromptu teasing requires nothing more than deciding she wants to.

When I am caged, the device only comes off for teasing and then goes back on. I suspect from Mrs. Lion’s perspective it is in the way. She proposed that if the cage is visible when I am dressed for work, that I only wear it on weekends. But that’s the time she can really use unfettered access. From that perspective, the best time for me to be safely locked up is when she isn’t going to want a chance to tease me. This translates to when I am sleeping and when we are apart.

If the cage doesn’t show under my work clothes, perhaps it should stay on all day and come off as soon as we are both home from work. Then it can go back on before we go to sleep. It might be an easier routine to just do the unlocking before we prepare dinner and relock when we brush or teeth at night.

The alternative is to just leave the cage off for now. We know that enforced chastity doesn’t require a chastity device. It requires me to surrender sexual control and keep my hands off my genitals. I think it is unproductive to be locked up at times when Mrs. Lion may want easy access. And, by the same token, it makes sense for me to be locked when she can’t supervise me. It makes the least sense for me to be locked up only when we are together. At least, that’s what I think.

Of course you know we weren’t really roughing it. We have a Hilton on wheels. We’re on our second-to-last trip of the year. We’re going back to an area we’ve been earlier this summer. It’s really beautiful. But the best part is being with Lion. As always.

Lion wonders if we’ll play this weekend. I think his chances are good. Assuming our adventures don’t tire us out, he’ll have clothespins on his balls, or a sore butt, or something else he doesn’t necessarily want at the time but will certainly love. It’s been a long time since we’ve really played.

It is more difficult to play in the camper. Space is limited. But how much space do you need to put some clothespins on a pair of balls? I think it’s more of a mindset. We need to get back into playing. I need to get back into playing.

I’ll have to keep this post short so we can get on the road and to our destination.

We’re off this morning for a long weekend trip. There’s only one more scheduled for Labor Day weekend and then we’re done for the season. My new job caused us to cancel a couple of trips, so this year we didn’t get out nearly as much as we have in the past. I don’t know if Mrs. Lion has her traveling toy bag in the trailer. If she does, I could be in for some interesting experiences this weekend.

It’s been a while since we’ve done any BDSM play. Spankings have all been of the punishment variety. One or both of us have been under the weather for over a month now. Combine that with my recent travels, there just hasn’t been the time or energy for play. Maybe that will change this weekend.

The last three nights have featured edging on a new level. Mrs. Lion has mastered the ability to get me to the absolute last stroke before ejaculation. At one point on Wednesday night I was sure I was going to have a ruined orgasm; but I didn’t.

Teasing like this is amazingly intense for me, especially when she repeats the build up over and over with very little break between edgings. I don’t know if I make any noise each time she stops just short of orgasm, but I may. I don’t know how I react. I am completely inside the experience.

Mrs. Lion wrote that I want her to wait longer between giving me orgasms. I’m torn on this subject. It’s true that I am not that fond of waits less than about five days. I like the way my desire builds and builds. After ten days or so, I start to get less horny. I’m not saying I stop wanting to come. Oh no! I want an orgasm badly; but not as badly as I did after waiting for 10 days.

Now that we are almost three-quarters done with our third year of enforced chastity, I’m much more aware of how I feel about living this lifestyle. I’ve learned that for me, at least, a week or two is a good wait. I might even suggest that two orgasms a month would be comfortable for me.

I like long waits much more than short ones. Orgasms every two or three days feel too frequent. I still don’t want to break any long wait records. I don’t see any particular virtue in longer and longer waits. I know some guys do. I just don’t. I really like very frequent teasing. The more frequently I am teased, the better I like it. It’s a good thing that Mrs. Lion enjoys teasing me.

Erections without orgasm are big fun for me too. If Mrs. Lion just randomly gets me hard and does just enough to keep me that way for a while, I like it. It demonstrates her control. This is especially true when I’m not particularly interested in sex at the moment. “Forcing” an erection is a clear demonstration of her power. She has the tools and techniques to do it even if I am in a terrible mood. In fact, times like those are the most intense expressions of her power over me. It teaches me that she can take what she wants, when she wants it. Even if I hate it at the time, I love the power exchange.