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If I remember to do it, I’ll be taking the test for Jeopardy! either tonight or tomorrow night. I doubt I’ll score high enough to be invited for any followup testing, but I thought it would be fun to try. Many years ago, they announced a family Jeopardy! show. My son and I went to Manhattan to take the test. However, it turned out they couldn’t figure out exactly how to accomplish a tag team game so we just had a fun night. We could have still taken the individual test but we really wanted to do the family show.


This afternoon I’ll be leaving work early again to pick Lion up from his after school program. That’s what it feels like. It’s actually physical therapy. I don’t know if we’ll do dinner while we’re out. Lion hasn’t been eating much lately. His tummy has been bothering him on and off for a few days. Mine too but to a lesser extent. Today my sinuses are bothering me. We’re still a mess.


We didn’t play last night. I just wanted a night of vegetating. Lion was okay with that but reminded me that he’s been horny. It wasn’t to bug me. I think he’s very happy to be horny again. I’m happy he’s horny again too. I just wish I had more energy to play with him.


Tonight, assuming he feels well enough, I’ll either use the Magic Wand or my mouth to see if I can’t get him to the edge. The other night didn’t go very well. It wasn’t after 10 as Lion said. I think it was just before 9:30. No matter. It may be a combination of things that sabotaged us. We’ll keep trying. I’m not ready to give him an orgasm yet. I don’t think he wants one yet.


He’ll continue to wear the cage for a while. It may be difficult to get on and off, but if it helps make him horny and edge-able, then it’s worth it. I’ll do anything to help him.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex

I continue to be surprised by my sexual reactions. On Monday night, rather late for me, Mrs. Lion unlocked me. Before she could begin playing with my cock, I was nearly completely hard. That is incredibly unusual for me. I was completely turgid seconds after her hand began masturbating me. What’s going on? I haven’t reacted like this in years. I was more surprised than she was.

I had pretty much given up on her unlocking me. It was past 10 o’clock and, to tell the truth, I wasn’t feeling particularly sexy. In fact, I haven’t been feeling aroused while the chastity device is locked on me. Just before she went for the keys, I was thinking to myself that the device really isn’t necessary. Sex didn’t seem to be very top of mind. Then, boom! The cage came off and the blood flowed into my penis at a startling rate.

I would’ve understood this reaction if this were the first chastity device I ever wore. Before my first lockup I had lots of very sexy fantasies that invariably ended with my penis freed from its cage, standing at attention, ready to explode at the slightest touch. I stopped thinking that way a long time ago. Normally, when locked in a chastity device, I don’t particularly react when the cage is removed. I only start getting hard after Mrs. Lion plays with my penis for a while. On rare occasions, when my mind had been in high gear fantasizing about sexy activity, I got hard rather quickly after the cage came off.

This time I wasn’t thinking about sex at all. My internal question about whether or not I would be unlocked was more academic than visceral. There were no pinch spots and the cage was sitting comfortably between my legs. I was prepared to spend another 24 hours in lockup. I know what you’re thinking. I must have been surprised the same way I might have been if someone suddenly came in with a birthday cake. I startle a bit and then realize that fun was coming. The fact that I hadn’t been thinking about sex at all might have even contributed to the very big reaction I had.

Nope. That wasn’t the case at all. While she was unlocking me I was thinking to myself that I wasn’t all that interested in doing anything. I was curious about whether or not my penis would be dry after being washed in the shower three hours earlier. One of our readers commented that his biggest problem isn’t keeping clean, but getting dry after a shower. I was wondering if it mattered very much if I did remain a bit damp.

These were definitely not sexy thoughts. As soon as Mrs. Lion slid the top of the cage off and then quickly followed with the center section I could feel little stirrings. I immediately took off the base ring. The last thing I want is to be erect, or on the way, while trying to extract myself from the 44 mm ring that anchors the chastity device. I barely managed to get the ring off before I felt growth. Yes, that’s right, growth. My cock was getting hard and Mrs. Lion hadn’t touched it yet. What the hell!

How do I go from a thought about whether or not a damp penis would be bad for my skin to a throbbing erection in a matter of seconds? It just doesn’t make sense. To add to the confusion, after a long session of being masturbated by Mrs. Lion, I was nowhere near the edge. In fact, I had started to lose that famous erection. She asked me if I was done. “I suppose so,” I said.

Another sexual mystery. Once safely locked in the cage again, I started thinking back over the last few days. I couldn’t come up with a single occasion when my penis tried to get hard inside the chastity device. Not one.

Still, I’m sure you can understand how this sudden arousal might have taken place. The thing is that while I was getting that instant erection, I was still thinking about whether or not my penis was damp. In fact, I asked Mrs. Lion if it was. All the time, my erection continues to grow. It was like it had no connection to my brain at all. It took its cue from the nylon chastity device being removed. Once freed, it took off like a bird suddenly allowed out of its cage. Like the bird, it had no idea where it was going or why it was leaving.

I’ve heard the expression that a hard cock has a mind of its own. This is usually said in reference to foolhardy sexual activity. In this case, my cock actually had a mind of its own. The rest of me was simply along for the ride. I enjoyed the experience on one level. It always feels wonderful when my penis grows hard. On another level it was confusing. Of course, I realize that being unlocked meant that Mrs. Lion would be playing with my penis. It had a perfect right to anticipate the fun. But generally, my mind leads the flesh; not vice versa.

Equally puzzling is the complete absence of arousal while locked up. I have no idea what this means. Have I finally been trained to restrict sexual arousal to specific times that Mrs. Lion wants me to enjoy it? I just don’t know. Is it related to the new Evotion chastity device? Again, I don’t know. I’m learning that I don’t know an awful lot.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Edging, Male Chastity

It was a blustery day yesterday. When I walked in from the wind and rain, all I wanted to do was get under the covers with Lion and warm up. He’d been snoozing and continued to snooze. I followed him to snoozeland for a little while. I didn’t want to get out of bed for any reason. Sooner or later we’d need dinner. I didn’t feel like cooking and I knew Lion didn’t either. If I’d said anything he would have suggested ordering a pizza, but I didn’t even want to get out of bed to answer the door.


Eventually I made dinner and we resumed life as usual. After my shower, I didn’t even want to unlock Lion. Can’t I just have a night off? Yes, I could have. Our agreement calls for attention at least every other day. However, now that he’s been easier to edge I don’t want to mess things up by not giving him attention.

In my wavering I think I waited too long to play with him. He was already well on his way to being hard as soon as the cage came off. He got even harder when I started stroking him. I’m not sure what happened but he faltered after a while. Maybe I wasn’t doing the right things. Maybe he started thinking about something else. I thought about giving him some oral attention but I was full from dinner and it didn’t seem like a good idea. Maybe tonight. I also thought about the Magic Wand. That seemed like overkill since he’s been so easy to edge the past few nights. Maybe I should have used it. We’ll see how tonight goes. Maybe oral. Maybe the Magic Wand.


I’m still having a little trouble with the new cage. To get to the lower lock I have to move skin out of the way without pinching him. Then I have to figure out which way the key goes in the lock, get it all the way in and turn it. Lion tried to help but his fingers just got in the way. I know I’ll figure it out eventually. I’ve already come up with a shortcut to getting the last piece locked on without pinching him. It’s all about making it work for you. Much like male chastity itself.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex

You’ve heard that old story of putting a frog in water and then slowly heating it. The idea is that the frog won’t really notice the change until he’s actually cooking. I have no idea if there’s any truth to that. My guess is there isn’t. But, the sexual equivalent of that appears to have happened to me. Over the last year or so, various health issues interfered with our normal practice of enforced orgasm control. For one reason or another, I wasn’t able to wear a chastity device for a lot of the time. Other things sexual appeared to be going on as usual. On Sunday night I discovered I might be that frog in hot water; the hot water being sexual activity.

After all this time, we are in our seventh year now, I thought I was past being surprised by anything sexual, particularly if it’s about me. Since this time in 2018, my sexual responses slowly changed. It’s not that Mrs. Lion did anything differently. My sexual responses just felt different to me. Arousal went from my normal plateau all the way to ejaculation very rapidly. At the same time, my orgasm felt like it took much longer to complete. Neither of these things is particularly unpleasant, just different. More recently, I’ve had a difficult time getting past my sexual plateau. I would get excited and stay hard, but no matter how much stimulation I got my arousal never went any further. Eventually, usually after nine or 10 days, with a lot of handwork, Mrs. Lion could get me off. She said that once I started moving to the edge, I traveled so quickly she couldn’t really tell when to stop if  she wanted to tease me.

All this happened very slowly. The sexual hot water kept getting warmer and warmer until we both became very aware of the fact that my responses weren’t right. I had absolutely no idea what was happening or what I could do to fix it. We tried toys like the Autoblow. They didn’t make any real difference. Mrs. Lion decided to exclusively use her mouth instead of her hand. That was a lot more fun for me but didn’t change the way I responded.

Then, almost magically when I began wearing a chastity device again, things changed. No, there were no heavenly trumpets sounding and I didn’t immediately become a super orgasmic lion. However, the first time Mrs. Lion unlocked me, she was able to get me quite close to the edge. She didn’t push too hard because she was concerned that she wouldn’t be able to tell when to stop. Still, it felt really good.

It took a long time to get me that far. But she could get me there. The next night, she unlocked me and tried again. This time she got me much closer to the edge before she stopped. It still took a really long time to get there, but clearly I was well on my way. Then, on Sunday night she tried again. It still took a long time to get me excited enough to get near the edge. This time she pushed harder. The first time, she got me quite close but I was in no danger of a ruined orgasm. A minute or so later she tried again. This time she pushed me much harder. I felt like it was almost certain that I would ejaculate. I didn’t.

Then she started doing something she hasn’t done in a very long time: she began rapidly masturbating me, moving a couple of fingers up and down just below the head of my penis. She would do it a little while, then speed up, then when she could sense I was about to erupt, she would stop. Before I fully recovered, she moved her hand back up again and gently stroked up and down on the taut skin. This drives me crazy. I should say it used to drive me crazy. It still drives me crazy even after that long hiatus. She kept this up for a while. She stopped after bringing me to the edge many times. I was hungrily humping the air, hoping somehow to get over the edge. Of course, I didn’t.

She sat back, looked at me, and said, “Poor lion.” She then bent over and gently sucked my cock. She didn’t do it very long; just long enough to give me hope that I might actually get to come. I didn’t. She commented that she got a little “taste”. She had managed to stimulate me enough to create some precum. That hasn’t happened in a while either.

A minute or two later after my breathing settled down, I asked her if she wanted me to put the base ring on again. She said that she did. Back I went locked into the Evotion. Part of me would like to claim that returning to a chastity device somehow triggered my sexual performance. I suppose it’s possible. However, over the last year I’ve been caged before. Generally, I was locked up for a few weeks. Nothing changed in terms of my sexual responsiveness.

Is it just a coincidence that I’ve gone back to being my old horny self at the same time I’ve returned to the cage? I suppose we could experiment. Mrs. Lion could unlock me and see if my renaissance continues unabated. I don’t think either of us is feeling very experimental right now. I’m very grateful that I can enjoy the sort of arousal and frustration I haven’t experienced in so long. Mrs. Lion has wondered if my interest will diminish again even though I remain caged. That’s certainly possible too.

For the time being, I’m very happy to just let things continue as they are now. I wish it didn’t take so much handwork to get me to the edge. Mrs. Lion said she’s fine putting in the extra effort. I think we’re both happy that I’m having such a good time again. I’m in no rush for Mrs. Lion to give me my next orgasm. I’m having too much fun being teased.