Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday raised some questions that may not have definitive answers. No survey can offer much guidance on how often she and I should snuggle or play. Play to Mrs. Lion encompasses any sexual activity as well as things like spanking, pegging, etc. So, if she gets me hard and edges me, that counts as play. Just snuggling and fondling my cock and balls also counts. So, the idea of “playing” every day isn’t as outrageous as it may seem at first.
The idea that we have some sexual contact daily isn’t a bad idea as far as I’m concerned. I wish some of it could be for her. I’m not willing to put any pressure on her to want sexual attention. Sometimes, in my more paranoid moments, I worry that she will find someone else who can turn her on. When I have those dark thoughts, I remind myself that our relationship goes way beyond sex. If she were horny enough to look elsewhere I like to think that I would notice and take care of it at home.
I have no expectation that every night will be more than some snuggling and maybe petting. Lions love petting. The essential element for me is the intimacy. One benefit of me wearing my Jail Bird is that it provides a sort of focus. We established a three-and-a-half-year-long habit of a daily unlock followed by some teasing. Sure, we missed days, but not very many. The cage provided a sort of intimacy focal point.
In fairness, since I have been wild, we snuggle every bit as often as when I wore the device. The difference is that Mrs. Lion appears to feel badly if she misses a night. Part of it may be that we are both a little concerned that without the cage the intimacy will slowly disappear. Of course, the cage may be back either as part of a punishment or full time as it was before my surgery.
The cage is a powerful symbol. We both agreed that its presence drove our return to physical intimacy. The irony of a device intended to prevent sexual contact actually promoted it, didn’t escape us. We both knew that there was no danger I would jerk off or look for other sexual outlets if I didn’t wear the cage. The chastity device represented our power exchange. It was a kind of promise we made to one another; a promise sealed with steel.
Is it the steel that keeps us focused on our promise? Of course it isn’t.
