No More Impulse Shopping For Me

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I thought a Christmas-themed dildo would be fun for Mrs. Lion. It’s sitting unused on our bathroom counter. I probably wouldn’t have been allowed to buy it if I had asked her first.

I spent a lot of years as the dominant member of my relationships. I topped women at parties and events and conducted workshops on using BDSM equipment. During all those years, I purchased very few tools. I bought a few floggers that were custom fitted to my hand. I bought some paddles and whips. Most of my toy collection was selected and purchased by my partners. I’m not saying that I didn’t get a lot of stuff on my own. I did. I like hardware and gadgets and enjoy trying new things.

The fact of the matter is that the person on the receiving end tends to fantasize about the sensations something new will provide. If they can afford it, they will buy devices and present them to their tops. Mrs. Lion doesn’t need the vast array of paddles I’ve purchased since we’ve been together. There are some she may not ever use. Her objective is to inflict discomfort without injury. I don’t think she’s very interested in any subtle differences between paddles.

Similarly, she doesn’t need to big dildo collection to play with me anally. She does need a few so that she can use different sizes at different times. I’ve amassed enough to support a BDSM studio. I should know better. One dildo feels pretty much the same as another when it’s being shoved up my ass. Yes, larger ones are harder to take than smaller ones. There is no real subtle nuance between them that I can detect.

Since we started enforced male chastity and FLRD, almost all of my acquisitions have been paddles and chastity devices. I just can’t resist the appeal of a new paddle. I’m enough of an expert about these things to avoid most of the junk available. But every so often I come across a craftsman who makes what appear to be stricter, beautiful spanking implements. Until the other day when I was forbidden to do this kind of purchase on my own, I would buy these new implements for Mrs. Lion to use.

That’s not really fair to her. In most cases, she’ll give the new tool a try and put it in the pile of paddles she keeps in our guestroom closet. The same thing happens with other toys. It’s not that she doesn’t want to do anal play; she does sometimes. Two or three insertables are enough to meet her needs. She does need a large number of clothespins of various types since she can get almost 50 on my balls at one time. She doesn’t need any new ones. She has plenty now; more than enough, if you ask me.

I am always on the lookout for new male chastity devices. The large number of available, inexpensive, Chinese devices makes getting and trying new cages an affordable activity. The German and American custom cages and tubes run into many hundreds of dollars each and we can’t afford them.

I’m looking for a device that combines comfort with complete immobilization of my urethra. My Jail Bird is completely comfortable and I can wear it safely as long as Mrs. Lion wants to leave it locked on. Its only flaw is that my urethra will wander and end up straddling a bar. Unless I poke and prod with a Q-tip to get it back into position, when I attempt to urinate I will spray urine all over the place. If I sit down to urinate, I don’t make a mess of the bathroom but I give my balls a shower of urine.

Other guys may look for improved security. They enjoy attempting escape or, if they can’t get out, having an ejaculation while still locked in the cage. I’m not interested in that it all. I’m looking for a comfortable, urination-safe device. I also like the excitement of trying new things. After all, I am in the chastity device all the time. It’s nice to change out once in a while the same way it’s nice to try different clothing. Aside from the issue with urination, there’s no reason I can’t wear the Jail Bird full-time for the rest of my life. Unless my latest experiment with a new device works, I imagine I will just stay with the Jail Bird. After all, it’s my wedding ring locked around my penis.

I don’t think I’m going to have a lot of trouble obeying my new rule. I’m not even sure Mrs. Lion will say no when I want a new toy. I think it makes complete sense to consult her about any purchase of this type. After all, it’s something that she will use on me. She won’t use it if she doesn’t like it. In the meantime, we have more than enough equipment to meet any lion taming need she has.

What do you think?