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In: Keyholder, Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

Things aren’t always as they seem. Enforced male chastity is an onion of meanings, peeling back one reveals another, deeper reality. That isn’t meant to sound cryptic or ominous, but it’s the best way for me to describe what I mean.

The outer skin of this onion is the sexual thrill of the hardware. Wearing a chastity device feels sexy and there are many devices to try. Some men develop wardrobes of devices. They like trying new ones and changing up as the mood strikes. The focus is on the superficial thrill of wearing the devices. It’s like getting a new car when a new, sexier device is found. A lot of guys post pictures of their penises locked in the latest, shiny hardware.

Many guys stop here. Their devices are sexual fashion accessories. They may wear them 24/7, but they can lock and unlock themselves at will. Some have partners who also have keys. Ultimate control of being locked up is in the hands of the caged male. His partner will let him unlock when he wishes.

This outer layer is probably where most people stop. It’s a fun form of bondage. Using the cage to delay orgasm can become obsessive to some guys. The cage is the excuse for long-term orgasm delay.

The next layer down is where the keyholder becomes an active participant. She takes real control of his orgasms and uses the key as a lever to make him do things for her. She knows he likes her to do this and she begins enjoying the game. If he really wants to be unlocked, she will let him take the device off. At this layer in our onion, enforced male chastity is likely to be fairly long term.

When we peel that layer away, the real power exchange is revealed. Over time, the male gets comfortable wearing the device full time. He likes the edging and eventual orgasms. He’s been conditioned to the sexual control of his keyholder. This is different from the layer above because his keynoter realizes the extent of her control She knows that he loves the sexy game, but she senses there is something more profound involved.

At the core of our onion is a very serious power exchange. The keyholder comes to understand that she owns his penis. He can use it to pee, but he can’t touch it or experience an erection on his own. Only when she unlocks the cage, can he experience sexual pleasure. His penis is her toy. She may take it out frequently and play with it. She knows he likes that a lot.

He may not realize that a favorite part of his body is physically owned by his keyholder. I know, the fantasies talk about this sort Iof thing. But the reality has nothing to do with the caged male’s knowledge or agreement to this ownership. It’s 100 percent in the mind of the keyholder. When she understands her power, things subtly change.

Until recently, I knew that I was locked in the Jail Bird because I asked Mrs. Lion to do it. That’s how I got back in the cage after the long surgical hiatus. However, at some point in the last couple of weeks, Mrs. Lion realized that the cage gave her true ownership of my penis. I’m sure she understood that she always controlled it when I was caged. But she may not have realized the depth of that control. I’m not sure I understood either.

I am only released when she wants to give her penis attention. She will often give me an hour or so of freedom, under her supervision. This period of freedom has been getting shorter. After all, it’s her toy. Shouldn’t she put it away when she is done with it.

The feeling of ownership, at least on my end, became strong when she took all the keys and locked them away in her safe. That removed any choice to get out for me. She hasn’t discussed this new state of affairs much. It’s very subtle. It also implies that I will get little-to-no physical access to her penis. While I can be trusted when she leaves me wild, it does diminish the sense of physical ownership. She alluded to that the other day.

If either of us seriously considered where we are now when we started in 2013, I’m not sure we would have done this. I’m not entirely happy that I’ve lost physical control of my / her penis. I know I will get it back, at least temporarily, if she unlocks me for any reason. She knows that too. I imagine that physical control (a chastity device) has become much more important now that we have reached the center of the male chastity onion.

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In: Games, Mrs Lion Comments

I’m torn. Part of me wants to revisit my idea of doing ball bondage for Lion rather than have him choose from the Box O’Fun tonight. I was going to do it Friday night before he asked that we postpone the game. Then Saturday fell apart with the power outage. Sunday didn’t exactly fall apart but it didn’t seem like the night for a game.

We created the Box O’Fun to encourage play. Lion was pretty unlucky with his first few picks. It is all part of the game but I just have a feeling he’s going to get Velcro or the tiny clothes pins. I want to save him from himself. On the other hand, those things add to the “fun” of the Box O’Fun. There’s inherent danger involved. It’s exciting.

I guess that’s why people like horror movies. They know it’s coming. Maybe this scene will be it. Maybe right around that corner is the guy who decapitates the character. And then they scream their heads off. I may jump when it happens, but those movies usually make me laugh. The dumbass who goes into the kitchen deserves to be stabbed. Who goes into the kitchen alone in a horror movie? They’ve even made spoofs about it.

Luckily, in Lion’s case, there’s no blood or decapitation. Just me making fun of him for his pained look when he knows he asked for it. Maybe not that specific torture but he did ask for torture. I can look angelic and tell him I’m only doing what he wants me to do. I am innocent. I’m just the dutiful wife trying to make her husband happy.

[Lion — I know that whenever I pick a card, I will end up hurting in one way or another. I think that’s the excitement of the game for me.]

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In: Lion's Journal

I was extremely busy at work yesterday. Mrs. Lion and my normal email traffic was slower than usual. We managed to decide on what to eat for dinner and to tell each other how much we love one another (more than anything!). Beyond that, for me at least, it was work, work, work. Since I had a very nice oral orgasm on Tuesday night, my libido was still sated last night.

Based on all that, you probably guessed that things were low key in the lions’ den. When I got home from work, I found that the two Echo Spots we ordered from Amazon had arrived. After Mrs. Lion got home from work, we attempted to set them up. These are our sixth and seventh Echo devices. You’d think by we would be able to do this without a hiccup.

Not so! The device needed a firmware upgrade. So, using the setup screen, we selected “Update” and off they went. When the update was done, neither of them was connected to the WiFi. We asked for the setup screen. The devices refused, saying they weren’t connected to WiFi. Both of us tried everything we could think of to get them connected again. We tried for about twenty minutes until I suggested I should call Amazon customer service. I did and got a very easy answer (swipe down from the top in the screen to get a setup menu). I told Mrs. Lion and we got the devices working again without further fuss.

I bring this up because situations like this have caused uncountable marital arguments. We’ve never done that. I do growl and am less-than-cordial with customer service sometimes. But neither of us growl at each other; we never have. This is probably a big reason why it’s been difficult to establish our FLR with discipline. We never fight.

Part of the reason we don’t has to be Mrs. Lion’s wonderful personality. She is a true peace maker. I don’t have a short fuse and I don’t want to hurt her by growling. I’m way less worried about growling at others, though that is a rare occurrence as well. Since Mrs. Lion has started punishing me, she’s made it very clear that I will be spanked if I growl at anyone. What’s a lion to do? It’s my nature to growl now and then.

It’s frustrating situation’s like last night’s that remind me how lucky I am to have such a perfect mate. We fit together seamlessly. I can’t believe how lucky I am.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm

Lion is already up to eleven orgasms this year. To average an orgasm a week I’ll have to extend his wait times. Or, and I think he’ll like this idea better, I could go for a two-orgasm-a-week average. I could even throw out the whole idea of an average altogether and just concentrate on making sure he has more oral orgasms than hand jobs for the year.

Last night he had another oral orgasm. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to give him an orgasm last night but I know I’m behind in that category so I gave him one. I don’t exactly have to pace myself. The only thing Lion requires is a few days to recharge his batteries and he’s good to go.

When it came time to lock him back up again, I told Lion to put his ring on. He wondered how it became “his” ring. It’s simple. He puts the ring on and I put the cage on. The ring is his and the cage is mine. Together we lock him up. Maybe that sounds silly but we both have a stake in his chastity. Since we do most things together, why not this? It makes perfect sense to me.

Don’t get the idea that Lion has any say in when the cage comes off or goes back on. That’s all me. He’s just always had the responsibility of putting the ring on and taking it off. I only want to hurt weenie and the boys when I want to hurt them. I don’t want to pinch them by accident with the ring. It’s a fair division of labor that ends with us joined together. As it should.