We’ve tried a lot of things over the years. Some have worked and some haven’t. Why? I’m not exactly sure but I have a theory. Well, first, it has to be a good idea. Having Lion stand on his head in the corner as punishment is just not doable. Making him get the mail naked is similarly not doable. But even if I think it’s a good idea, I think I sabotage things. Not necessarily on purpose. But if it isn’t an easy thing to do, I’ll stop doing it.

I have several examples. Taking Lion downstairs to play in the swing may not seem difficult, but it’s definitely not as easy as playing on the bed. Restraining him to the bed is definitely not as easy as not restraining him to the bed. Pegging Lion so I’ll be able to fist him is not as easy as not pegging him. This is not to say I won’t do these things. I just won’t do them often. And pegging requires a lot of time and consistency, and I don’t think it will ever happen.

Why did the chastity device work? It was easy. I don’t have to do anything. Every other day I have to unlock him and play with him. Simple! I even upped it to most days. It’s really not that difficult. You know what’s easier? Having him wild. I don’t have to do a thing when I want to play with him. It’s a couch potato’s dream! (No, Lion, I’m not saying I don’t want you caged.)

I think I have to be very careful about what I’m willing to commit to. No, I didn’t think the cage would last. I figured I’d just wait Lion out and it would be done in a matter of weeks. But then something weird happened. It became part of a routine. It really wasn’t hard for me to unlock him and lock him back up. I mean, sometimes the cage can be a little difficult to work with, but it’s really not that hard.

We do have our cycles of not playing as much as Lion would like. I tend to go right for the edging and ignore the fact that he likes to be restrained or have clothespins on his balls. When I realize what’s happening I try to throw in more BDSM. I don’t usually remember diapers or panties unless Lion mentions them. We’ve got hundreds and hundreds of diapers and we don’t use them much. And it’s pretty much my fault.

I don’t want to do diapers just because Lion mentions diapers. That makes it seem like he’s running the show. But now that I’ve thought of it on my own…I see a wet butt in Lion’s immediate future.

After an eight day wait, Mrs. Lion get me come Friday night. I had been in the plastic cage for a couple of days without unlocking. I was uncomfortable. When I sit at my desk at home, something hurts. The top area where the lock is located gets pushed into my stomach and my scrotum hurt just in front of the base ring. Since I had worn this device in the past, I don’t understand the issue. Maybe it was just one of those things that sometimes happen when locked in a male chastity device. Mrs. Lion left me wild to allow things to calm down.

After unlocking me, she teased me to the edge over and over again. Finally, to my surprise, after an eight day wait, she let me come. It felt amazing! Mrs. Lion has suggested that the confinement of the cage makes the orgasm all that much sweeter. Maybe it does. In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion said that she likes to make me wait longer because, under her old schedule I wouldn’t be horny for two days after my orgasm, then waited only two days before getting another. So, she said, I really don’t get much of a sense of waiting. I suppose she’s right. I didn’t mind that schedule at all; not one little bit. I do get the point.

Right now, all we have is the plastic (nylon) cage. The Jail Bird is at Mature Metal being shortened from 1-1/4 inches long to just one inch. When it gets back, I can wear that. I’m not convinced that the plastic cage is the only issue. There are times when the Jail Bird irritates me too. If my jeans and underwear misalign, the chastity device can pinch and irritate me. I guess we’ll find out when Mrs. Lion locks me up again.

Since I was wild for a long time, I may need to get used to captivity all over again. It’s not that I have to adjust psychologically. My adjustment is strictly physical. We both have to adjust again.

I took a break from thinking about how to torture Lion while he’s still in his cage. I unlocked him for some fun. I put some clothespins in strategic locations. Not many. Just a few in spots I thought would be painful. I wasn’t going for a record.

I was wondering if I’d need to get the Magic Wand. Lion wasn’t particularly responsive. No. That’s not exactly true. Mr. Weenie was at attention but I wasn’t getting much further than that. For all his talk of being horny, I thought Lion would be halfway there just by being unlocked. It wasn’t a problem though. Eventually I had him right where I wanted him. He got his orgasm.

Before he was locked up, Lion’s wait was about four days. Once I locked him up, I decided he should probably wait longer. I don’t know why. It just seemed like a good idea. Toward the end of his wild time, he’d get an orgasm then wouldn’t be interested for a day or two. On the fourth day he’d be interested and I’d give him an orgasm. That didn’t really seem right. If he had a day or two of not being interested, then he didn’t have time to feel like he was waiting. I guess in the cage, it’s the opposite. So why change the wait time?

I think at first it had to do with his wanting to be caged again. I know he has his reasons but it just seemed like extra work to me. So, initially, it was because of the hassle of dealing with the cage. Now I think it’s part of the game. He wants the cage on because it feels like bondage, because it makes it feel like I’m more in charge, because he’s really dependent on me for any sexual touching, etc. I get it. At least as much as I ever will get it. So shouldn’t he have to wait longer? I think so. We’ll go back to the way it was when he was caged last time. I won’t tell him when he’ll have an orgasm. No schedule. I’ll unlock him at least every other day for play. And I’ll try to figure out how to torture him with the cage on, which may or may not be in direct conflict with unlocking him every other day.

In the meantime, my balls have developed a bright red area where the cage seems to be rubbing. We don’t know what the issue is, but Lion is currently wild while the area calms down. We’ll double check to see if there’s a rough spot in that area of the cage. We may have to forego cage-wearing until the Jail Bird gets back. We’ll keep you posted.

We’ve developed patterns over the years. Generally, Mrs. Lion will give me advance notice of what’s coming, or not coming. I get this information via her blog posts, which publish in the early afternoon (here on the West Coast) or in email we exchange all day. In general, I know what to expect. I can also make wishes. I can write about things I would like to see happen, like panties or diapers, and Mrs. Lion often grants them. One of the reasons that she telegraphs her plans is that it gives her something to write about in her daily post. Another is that she wants me to anticipate what she says will be coming.

For the most part, these exchanges keep things on a steady course. But in a way, these communications can create some issues. One of the most difficult for us happens when Mrs. Lion writes about what she plans to do that night. For a very good reason, not feeling well, life intruding, etc., she doesn’t do what she wrote about. I know it bothers her because she knows I am anticipating the fun. That doesn’t happen much, so it isn’t a big issue.

I’ve gotten used to these coming attractions. I like them. I like it better when Mrs. Lion just does things without any advance warning. It makes me feel her control more acutely. I not only don’t get a vote, I don’t get warning. I’m not saying she should never let me know what’s coming. She should when she wants me anticipating my fate.

I also have to stop asking and commenting on what is or isn’t happening. Thursday night, for example, without saying a word about it, Mrs. Lion left me locked in the chastity device. We snuggled and she rubbed my balls. But the device remained firmly in place. I wanted to ask her if she planned on taking it off. I wanted to tell her how horny I am. That’s what I usually do. I decided not to.

It was very difficult to stay silent. I ached to be released for a while. I wanted to be teased. I wanted her to play with me. I decided that it would be wrong for me to say anything. It even occurred to me that perhaps I should have a rule against asking or whining about what is or isn’t happening. Maybe that’s the next step in my training. Of course, that’s completely up to my lioness.