dollhouse clothespins on penis head
Lion’s fate today? Only I know.

This morning Lion posed a fairly innocuous question: what time do I plan on playing with him? Hmmm…

He assumes I have a plan.

And a time.

Crap!

But I know he wasn’t asking for details. He was wondering because he wants to make sure his boner pills are operational within the correct time frame. It’s a valid request. I just hadn’t thought about it at that point.

While I was feeding the animals I was running down the list of things that need to be done around here. Although it’s been sunny and dry for a few days, I’m not going to mow the lawn. It will wipe me out and I won’t have any energy for playing. The other chores are not so labor intensive. With that in mind I’m shooting for 3 pm. It doesn’t have to be right on the nose. I just need to give Lion a window to aim for. It takes X time for the pill to kick in and it lasts for Y time, so he’ll take it at Z pm.

Now, on to what actual plans I have for him. I was thinking about that last night as I was edging him. At that point I wasn’t sure of anything other than a blindfold. And if I use a blindfold it would be stupid of me to give away the rest of the plan because then Lion would know what to expect. The blindfold allows for the element of surprise. Menthol rub. Surprise! Ball bondage. Surprise! Tiny clothespins. Surprise! Did I give anything away? He’ll have to wait and not see. [Lion — Not that I can tell.]

The one thing Lion can be assured of is that he will have a happy ending. An oral happy ending. I have to improve my statistics. He may or may not be wearing the blindfold at that point. I haven’t decided, but I doubt he’ll care one way or the other once I start the oral ministrations.

clothespins on lion
This was a few weeks ago. Mrs. Lion placed lots of clothespins on my balls and nipples. It was uncomfortable but arousing. Last night was nothing like this.

Last night we played. Mrs. Lion unlocked me and took out her clothespins. I like clothespin play. She covers my balls with them. They hurt a little and it is exciting when she pulls them. It’s very hot fun. But last night was different. She only put a few clothespins on me. They weren’t on my balls. She carefully placed each one in a spot near the base of my cock where it really hurt.

When she put the first one on, I yelped. She asked if that spot hurt. I said yes. So she moved it about 1/4 inch to a spot that hurt just as much. Then she found other spots that were truly painful. All the way she edged me. I was rock hard and hurting. She’s never done anything like this before. Play has always been to arouse and tease me. She never challenged me with things she knew would hurt.

I asked her about it afterward. She didn’t say much. I asked if she knew it was really going to hurt. She did. I commented that she changed. She quietly agreed. It will be interesting and painful to see where she is going with this.

Today is the day that Mrs. Lion promised me an orgasm. I’ve been anticipating it anxiously. She wondered how I felt about knowing in advance when I would finally get to ejaculate. This is much more interesting than not knowing when. I wondered if knowing would change how I felt when being edged. It doesn’t. There’s a point when I forget everything except how wonderful Mrs. Lion’s hand feels on her weenie.

The fact that my hand can’t get near it also amplifies the level of pleasure as well. I can’t explain it, but when the only hand that touches my penis is hers, my focus changes. Of course, I may not get to come today. If I do something that displeases her, I may have more time to wait. That’s the power of an announced orgasm day. The power is reinforced by the fact that I am securely locked in a chastity device.

We’ve been writing about my notion of erection control vs orgasm denial. Mrs. Lion apparently doesn’t mind if I get hard as long as I don’t ejaculate. I understand that. I think that it’s less erection control than inability to touch. I can’t help it if I get an erection at times. All guys do. But, if I learn never to touch her weenie, that changes the entire ballgame for me.

From when I would sneak my hand into my diaper as a baby to the present, I enjoy touching my penis. I think most guys do. Of course, I prefer Mrs. Lion’s hand to mine, but being able to “check things out” down there is comforting. Stricter lockup in the chastity device keeps my hands away.

I suspect that part of my more reactive response to Mrs. Lion’s hands is due to the touch deprivation being locked all the time creates. It also may have to do with the boner pills (generic Viagra – sidenafil) I’ve been taking; though they aren’t supposed to affect arousal, just make me harder. They work wonderfully in that area. Mrs. Lion loves the extra stiffness. I do too. Now that I can’t touch, I can still definitely feel the extra “stretch”. It’s great.

Today is the 15th day since my last orgasm. That’s a lot for me. Today promises to be exciting in the BDSM department as well. An all-around, boner day.

A few days after his kidney stone surgery, Lion was very horny. He was hard immediately and I hadn’t even touched my weenie yet. As I was revving up the engines he almost came. It was strange. So little effort was required. The past few nights have been the same. Maybe he wasn’t immediately hard, but I almost went past the edge. For some reason he doesn’t show any of the normal signs of getting to the edge. He says even he doesn’t know until it’s almost too late.

I don’t know why this would be happening. Could it be because of the surgery? My weenie was invaded, after all. But I don’t remember it happening last time. Does it only happen after the second surgery? If he has kidney stones again that require surgery, will things revert? Is it an even number thing? Is it the length of time the stent was in? Will it go back to normal on its own? So many questions.

The reason it’s an issue is that if I can’t tell, if Lion can’t even tell, when he’s near the edge, how do I edge him? I know I have a history of going to far and then either leaving him with a ruined orgasm or having to salvage an orgasm. If this persists Lion could have a lot more ruined or salvaged orgasms. That doesn’t really bode well for orgasm denial.

Maybe I’m semi-panicking too soon. It just started. Maybe it will resolve. Maybe we’ll figure out a way to have more warning. Maybe we need to go with it and Lion will have more orgasms. I know he wants one right now. He actually suggested it last night when I almost went too far. “Nothing wrong with giving me an orgasm.” Well, no, but then he’ll be upset that we didn’t play because he isn’t usually interested for a day or so after an orgasm. Unless the change is that he’ll be in a constant state of horniness. (I don’t mean 24/7. I mean raring to go every day.)

Maybe we’ll test that theory. For now, I just want to get him to Sunday. He can have a nice orgasm after we play some more.

Mrs. Lion often reminds me that I can get carried away. My most recent revelation may be one of those occasions. I realized that the most significant value of a male chastity device is prevention of erection. Most of us can avoid masturbation without a cage locked around our cocks. I asked my Lioness to lock me up as away of controlling my enjoyment of sex. Naturally, being male, my thinking jumped to ejaculation. That’s what sex is about for me.

After more than four years into this, the day has dawned. Sexual control includes orgasm denial and control, but it’s so much more. Sexual control implies any sexual use of the penis. The most frequent expression of male sexual activity is the erection. It’s easy to learn to enjoy simply being hard.

I thought there was no real harm in idly playing with my penis so long as I didn’t get close to ejaculation. I’ve had lots of chances since up until Thursday night I’ve been wild. Mrs. Lion didn’t seem very concerned about it either. Certainly, a little dick twiddling is harmless. Or, is it? I realized that our agreement was about orgasm control. So long as I don’t ejaculate without Mrs. Lion bringing it on, I was being a good boy.

However, Mrs. Lion refers to her ownership of “her weenie”, not its orgasms.  It’s true that she has given me every single ejaculation since 2014. But when wild, I’ve had lots of erections that didn’t involve her. No rules were broken. But she really doesn’t have sexual ownership; just orgasm control.

After my long run of being wild, we both realized that the absence of the cage diminished her sense of ownership.

Why?

It wasn’t that I was masturbating or running around with another lioness. I was solidly hers alone. That’s when the light bulb went on. The difference between a caged and uncaged lion is volition. Uncaged, I have a wide range of sexual opportunities that fall short of ejaculation. I can touch her weenie, rub it a bit, get hard and enjoy the sensations. Am I supposed to be able to do that? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was exploiting a chastity loophole.

I know what you are thinking. If I had stayed locked up, there would be no loophole. That’s not entirely true. I still had unspoken permission to sexually touch so long as I don’t approach ejaculation. If Mrs. Lion left me wild, then I could sexually touch. Her weenie was legally available to me for limited fun.

That dilutes her ownership. Shouldn’t the only hands that sexually touch it be hers? Isn’t the only function left to me, urination? Even cleaning if it involves touching can be arousing. I realized that I need a clear line between what’s hers and mine. My interpretation is that anything with even the potential of being arousing belongs to her and her alone. I can only access it to pee. I can also clean it so long as I don’t actually touch.

This is a training problem very similar to my learning not to ever masturbate. The cage physically prevents erection. Even if my body tries to get my penis hard, the cage prevents any real growth. So long as the cage is present, my cooperation is unnecessary. I reasoned that if I am kept locked at all times except when Mrs. Lion wants access, I would essentially “forget” that I can arouse myself.

That’s what happened with masturbation. Years of constant lockup conditioned me not to even think about jerking off. It was more than the cage, of course. Mrs. Lion made it clear that I was never to masturbate. Doing so would be a very serious offense. She reminded me of this on a regular basis.

If she makes sexual touching, even non-sexual touching as off limits as masturbation, will I learn to keep my paws to myself? If I’m always caged, when I need to touch to direct pee, I’m touching the cage, not me. If I’m wild, then it stands to reason that I will have t sit or risk hand contact with her weenie.

Because of my nature, this has to be an all-or-nothing arrangement. Hands off means no touching ever. My bare hand should never touch her property. Of course that can’t be 100-percent true. I am responsible for putting on and taking off my base ring. That activity is always supervised. So, I guess the real rule is no touching without permission.

That makes sense to me. If she owns it, she can allow me access if it suits her.

The big, remaining question is whether actively enforcing no touching will make managing me too much work. I think that in the beginning it will add work. It will take some time for me to actually learn to never touch. That means the cage needs to be in place whenever Mrs. Lion isn’t directly involved with her weenie. In practice, this won’t really be much more to do. But it will require much more attention to locking me up immediately after she is done.

The other requirement is to state and enforce the no touching rule. She’s very good at that. She did it with masturbation. I have no doubt she will be equally consistent with touching. Over time, perhaps I can spend some time uncaged. I suspect it will take a while to break me of this bad habit.

I think that enforced male chastity isn’t just about orgasm denial. It’s about penis access. My Lioness is the only one who can access my penis. Period.