I was wild all last week. It was because I was on a business trip. I got home late Friday night. I remained wild all weekend. I loved it! My cage sat on my dresser, looking down disapprovingly at my free-swinging genitals. Truth is, unlike most of the last three years, I was not looking forward to being locked into that device again. I had similar feelings a month ago when i returned from my last trip.
Sunday night, close to bedtime, Mrs. Lion asked me where I put my cage. I told her. Inside, I was thinking, “Oh jeeze, she is going to tell me to put the ring back on and then lock me up.” She didn’t do that immediately, but in a little while told me to put the ring on.
“I was hoping you would forget.”
“Nope.”
“I really like being wild.”
“I know.”
“I was hoping I wouldn’t be locked up again.”
“Do you really want to be wild all the time?”
“I don’t know. Would you let me if I said yes?”
“You’ve been away for a week and I trust you.”
“Does that mean I can stay wild?”
“No. Put your ring on.’
I guess that’s the right answer. It felt so good to be without the cage. Mrs. Lion says that I always feel that way when I come back from a week of being wild. I had to agree. Now that I am locked up again, I feel fine. I do think wistfully about last week.
Mrs. Lion is right that the cage isn’t really needed to prevent me from jerking off. I suppose that when I am wild, I do touch Mrs. Lion’s weenie more frequently. But it isn’t really sexual. I don’t get hard. So after three years of wearing a chastity device, I am well trained to avoid self-arousal. I think the cage has a new, possibly more important purpose in my life.
Look at it this way. Lions in the zoo have ear tags that identify them as zoo property. Only animals with ear tags are fed by the zoo. Other critters are considered “visitors” and they don’t get free meals. They are allowed to stay with the tagged creatures, but don’t get fed. I think my chastity device is now a sort of ear tag for me. It identifies me as belonging to my keyholder. It serves to make it clear that I, and the weenie it locks up, belong to her.
Would that mean when wild, her ownership is in doubt? Clearly that’s not the case. I’m hers regardless. But my “ear tag” serves to remove even the slightest ambiguity about my role. In the D/S world, it is common for the submissive partner to wear a collar. The collar is a symbol of ownership. It doesn’t control the behavior of the bottom, but it is a recognized symbol of ownership.
The chastity device isn’t exactly the same as the collar. For one thing, it actually controls the wearer. Without the key, sex is impossible. No matter how far away the keyholder, the caged male is incapable of release. When there is no doubt the male is sufficiently conditioned to keep him away from self-gratification, the device is arguably unnecessary. But like the collar, the device is a constant reminder of the wearer’s status.
An ear tag serves to identify a zoo resident for dinner purposes and in case of escape, safe return. Well, my cage prevents me from any sexual “meal” except from Mrs. Lion. And, in case I try to “stray”, prevents anything from happening.
Mentally, the very presence of the device has a strong effect on me. I am very conscious it is there. I don’t actually feel it. The fit is perfect.It’s hard to explain, but when the cage goes on, a switch flips. I instantly lose any sexual expectations. It’s a complex, sort of unconscious change. I feel it even though I don’t really know what it means. So, I guess that this lion needs his sexual ear tag.
