Now that I am back in the Jail Bird after about a month of being wild, I can’t say that I am delighted about being caged again. There’s a lot to be said for being wild. It’s certainly more comfortable. While I usually forget I am caged, there are times when I wear jeans and I’m sitting at my desk that I get a little pinch. It’s easy to adjust away, but it is a sharp reminder that I am locked up. The other big advantage to being wild is that I can get hard. I like how an erection feels. What a surprise! I must be the only male in the world who feels that way.
Ok, thank you captain obvious. There’s something about morning wood or an occasional unauthorized erection that feels really nice. Most males take that for granted. I certainly don’t. I also like the ease of peeing standing up. At work, using a urinal while in the cage is always an opportunity to spray all over the floor, wall, and my pants. I carry a Q-Tip in my shirt pocket to adjust if the urethra isn’t properly centered. I also carry a tissue to clean up the inevitable drips on my balls.
I recognize that these inconveniences are just part of the power exchange, but they do wear on me. While I was wild, Mrs. Lion was considering extending my lack of cage indefinitely. She correctly reasoned that I have been conditioned to not masturbate. It’s true. I’ve lost the desire to do that. I prefer being horny than relieving it myself. Mrs. Lion never lets me self stimulate when we play. All sexual contact is with her.
I wondered whether the lack of the cage would subtly change things. The teasing sessions didn’t let up when I was wild. I don’t think anything between us changed at all. Is the cage only needed as an aid to condition me sexually? Once we established new sexual patterns, is the cage just a symbol that I wear like my wedding ring? If that’s true, does it make sense to remain locked given the inconveniences it creates?
In contrast, my wedding ring is not inconvenient at all. Nothing I do changes if it is on or off. Of course it is always on. I treasure it’s meaning. I’m pretty sure that Mrs. Lion likes seeing it on my finger. I love seeing the ring on hers. Is the cage the same? I wonder how she feels when she looks down and sees it locked in place. I’m divided on my reaction. When I see myself wearing it in the mirror, half the time I get a very warm feeling seeing the symbol of Mrs. Lion’s ownership. The other half of the time I growl softly and think about the inconveniences it causes me.
When I was wild, I liked seeing the penis. When uncaged, it is usually longer than when confined. I think it looks good on me. Carefree peeing felt like a gift. In the shower, cleaning is a bit easier. I never got hard when washing. The cage trained me, I guess. I wonder if all that would revert back to my pre-cage penis reactions after a long period without the cage. Would the conditioning fade and eventually disappear? I don’t know. At this point, I don’t want to find out. Of course, if Mrs. Lion lets me go wild again, should the conditioning show any sign of fading, the cage could go back on in a flash. She’d have to be vigilant to observe the first sign of slippage.
I wanted to be locked up again this time. I don’t trust that all the goodness we get from enforced chastity is going to continue if the cage is gone for very long. I know from experience over the years I have been caged that we do very well together. Is the cage the reason? Or, is it what we learned by using the cage as a training aid? What do you think?