Month: March 2019

Lion's penis in first jail bird
The first image published here. It was me in my new Jail Bird. Still too long, it served well for many months.
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At the most fundamental level, enforced male chastity is about penis display. It’s impossible for me to know how other men think about their cocks. Is the norm that most men don’t really spend much time thinking about them at all? Is their  interest confined to finding ways to stimulate them?

Consider this: How many guys who have their penises locked in chastity devices choose to display photos of themselves as avatars or icons? How many things do they write that discuss how they look when locked up?

In a very real sense, a chastity device is penis jewelry. Perhaps, even more importantly, it’s a way to draw attention to the penis itself. Without a chastity device in the mix, how many guys can work discussions of their cocks into daily conversations with their partners?

shortened Jail Bird
This is my Jail Bird with the cage shortened to 1-1/4 inches. Now my urethra poked out almost all the time.
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Let’s face it, chastity hardware is a great sexual conversation piece. I know I’m not exempt from this. Over the years, I’ve tried several different devices. Ostensibly, my main reason is to find a device that makes urination safe and neat. I also admit that I get aroused thinking about trying new penis jewelry.

Most recently, this has come to my attention because of what people write about wearing 1 inch chastity devices. Almost everyone who puts one on comments about how his penis seems to have disappeared. There is a lot of discussion about how this looks. I get it.

When I first started out, I followed the standard measurement instructions for fitting a chastity device. My first Jail Bird was one and three-quarter inches long. At this length, my penis was fully revealed at all times. When I attempted an erection, it was obvious if Mrs. Lion looked at my caged penis.

Shortest Jail Bird on Lion's penis
One-inch Jailbird. Here I am with the cage attached to the base ring. Note how compressed my dick is.
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I’ve written lots of posts about having my cage shortened twice. My practical objective was to keep my urethra centered and in contact with the front bars of the device. Aesthetically, I liked how it looked in a shorter cage.

My current device has a 1 inch cage. It barely contains the head of my penis. The rest of it seems to have disappeared. Actually, it’s still there but tucked behind the base ring. I like the way it looks and feels. I’m very fond of the fact that my urethra stays nicely aligned and I can urinate safely almost all the time.

Even I can’t tell visually when I’m trying to get hard. Nothing moves in this shorter cage. I think this is about a small as I’m going to go. Please note the Mrs. Lion hasn’t expressed any interest in how short or long a chastity device I wear. So long as it stays locked in place and I can’t play with myself, it meets her requirements.

penis in HT Nub
You can see that my urethra pokes out nicely from the Nub. The larger 50 mm base ring turns out to fit perfectly for this device. Microphone off
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Based on what I read, I’m not unique. Those of us who are into enforced male chastity seem to have a fascination with our penises both soft and hard. I’m pretty sure that the vast majority of guys aren’t that interested when flaccid. We also like to see how other guys look when locked in their cages. At least in my case, I have no sexual interest in penises, but I’m curious about how other guys look when locked up. My interest diminishes if they are hard.

Enforced male chastity is a relatively obscure kink. The fact that a very large percentage of guys who practice it don’t even have keyholders, suggests that our main interest is our penises, not necessarily someone else’s control of them.

Granted, this is not very romantic. I don’t like to think this way. I truly love that Mrs. Lion actively owns and controls mine. I adore the fact that she pays attention to it even when she has no intention of making me ejaculate.

For me, that’s the romance. I’m willing to sacrifice or delay orgasm in favor of attention to my cock. It’s a lot of fun for me that I get this attention whether I am hard or soft. Enforced chastity has given me a way to pay a lot more attention to my favorite toy. Do you share this hobby?

When I was washing Lion in the shower yesterday, my weenie got excited. I was doing an extra special soaping job so I can understand how that could happen. I went about my business and finished Lion’s shower. After I did the dishes and took my own shower, Lion said he got a little excited in the shower. He seemed surprised. I don’t know why. He had an orgasm a few days ago.

For whatever reason, I was really achy and tired yesterday. I didn’t want to give Lion his shower. I just wanted not to hurt. I guess I must have gotten a second wind after dinner and my own shower. Again, it could just be getting up and moving around that helps. At any rate, when Lion made the comment about being excited, he also said I haven’t done much with him recently. It’s true. He’s been snoozing a lot and his left arm has been very sensitive. It’s difficult to snuggle when I’m trying to avoid his arm.

However, Lion said his arm was better and, apparently, he’s horny again. We snuggled for a bit and then I decided a clean weenie could have some oral fun. I failed to take into account how sore I still was. Poor Lion only got half a blow job. It’s not that I was going to give him an orgasm, but I did intend to edge him a few times. Let’s be honest. I probably would have given him an orgasm. But we never got that far.

Lion said I’d left him even hornier than before. Good. I may not have gotten him to the edge, but at least I got him very interested. We both slept well again last night. Maybe tonight I can get him to the edge. He’ll have to wait and see whether I give him the orgasm he might have gotten last night if I hadn’t been too sore.

As Mrs. Lion has written, most of our TV watching comes from shows we record on our DVR. Neither of us has a strong awareness when a show is actually on the air. Two or three weeks ago ABC’s Grey’s Anatomy had an episode where a woman injured her spine in an accident. They showed some of the surgery.

What particularly interested me was the fact that they showed a technician using a laptop and a bunch of leads monitoring spinal cord activity during the operation. This is exactly what happened during my surgery. At one point in the Grey’s Anatomy procedure, the technician reported there was no signal to or from the brain to either the upper or lower body. Loss of signal spells paralysis.

My surgery involved making room in five cervical vertebrae for my spinal cord. Just as the surgeon was completing the fifth vertebra, the technician reported no signal from my spinal cord. After a brief interval, the signal returned.

When something like this happens, surgeons become very conservative about what they do next. In my case, the surgeon decided the brief loss of signal was most likely due to the odd position of my body required by the surgery. He elected to finish the last bit and close me up.

Fortunately, he was probably right. After the surgery, he informed Mrs. Lion and later me, about the incident. I’m grateful that I can still move my paws. Little is known about the spinal cord other than it is extremely sensitive. An MRI taken the day after surgery showed that my cord has a good signal and had moved into its new, roomier area.

Of course, this is good news. However, probably as a result of this movement I (temporarily?) lost a great deal of my ability to coordinate my muscles. Over the few weeks since the surgery, I’m getting some of that back. I need a walker to get around. I tire very easily. According to the surgeon, I still have my muscle strength but the neural instructions going to and from my muscles are still partially blocked.

I’ve extended my leave from work another month. I’m confident that it won’t be too long before Mrs. Lion can return to work and I can fend for myself while she’s away. In short, life is starting to get back to normal.

Last night, for example, Mrs. Lion gave me what she called “half a blow job”. By that she meant that she got me extremely excited, though not to the edge, and stopped. It felt very good. Have you ever wondered why she can’t give me the other half tonight?

Blow jobs, like many other things in life, when partially delivered only provide the first half. The second half only comes immediately after the first half is delivered. Sometimes life can be pretty unfair.

Mrs. Lion bathes me in the shower. I do enjoy that. Last night, I was getting pretty hard when she washed her weenie. We’re getting down to the bottom of the bar of soap. She commented that there ought to be something we can do to recycle those little bits of soap. She did a little search online and the solutions she found were not appealing, at least to me.

Then, out of the blue, she mentioned that she’s been saving the little ends for mouth soaping. I thought she’d forgotten about that. Apparently we don’t have to compress those bits of soap, Mrs. Lion has a perfectly good use for them. Actually, since spanking may not be a very wise punishment for the time being, she may be able to substitute soap for her paddle.

The fact that both of us are thinking sexually and in a somewhat FLRD context, means that our confidence in returning to normal has grown substantially. This is a very good sign. Odd as it may seem, I think I’ll welcome that first soapy taste in my mouth. Yuck!

Yesterday we ventured to Lion’s doctor appointment. It was an eye checkup for his glaucoma. It was also his first foray out of the house since coming home from the hospital.

Our first hurdle was exactly how to get Lion to the car. He didn’t want me to build a wheelchair ramp but that seemed to be the easiest thing for him. Instead, he hugged the post beside the steps and lowered himself slowly down to the sidewalk. From there, it was a quick trip to the car in the wheelchair. Then it was a cake walk.

Unfortunately, since we were double- or triple-booked, we waited over an hour to see the doctor. Lion had already been out of bed for about an hour. He was fading fast. Our mistake, apparently, had been in not bringing pain meds other than Tylenol with us. He would have been in less pain, but he probably would have been more out of it by the time the doctor got to us.

Lion found out what many people already know: sitting in a wheelchair for an extended period of time is very uncomfortable. That’s why there is such a big business in aftermarket cushions and other accessories. As soon as he made it back in the car, he felt a little better.

We hadn’t eaten lunch before we left the house so we stopped to pick up Panera on the way home. It was a relatively early dinner for us, but we figured we could have a snack later on. Of course, Lion needed a nap after his long afternoon. And he was actually able to sleep last night. I told him he needs more outings like this to help his recovery. Maybe not every day, but some out-of-the-house time tomorrow might be in order.