penis in male chastity device
Lion safely caged and sealed

No, I’m not afraid to fly. The way I see it, if the plane goes down I may have some time to be scared but it certainly won’t be for long. After that I won’t care anymore. I hate flying because of all the packing, going through security, waiting around for boarding, boarding, being stuck in a tin can for hours at a time and waiting for people in front of me to get their belongings and get off the plane. What a process! Yuck!!

On the other hand, six hours to the east coast is pretty fast when you consider that driving takes days. I can sleep, play games on my iPad, people bring me drinks and food. The only thing better would be first class although the cost outweighs the luxury for us. I could probably buy three round trip coach tickets for the price of one round trip first class ticket. Not worth it. I’ll save that money to take my kids to dinner.

I’m very excited to see my daughter graduate. Don’t tell anyone but she’s my favorite youngest child. She’s graduating with honors and heading to college in August. I’m very proud of her.

Now that we’ve solved the problem of how to lock Lion up, I’ll have to come up with things to make him do for pictures. The old ransom note kind of thing is more difficult since people don’t have newspapers readily available anymore. I think it’s probably more important to have the number on the seal visible than to prove he’s locked at any particular time. He could even take several pictures of the seal and send them to me at any time all while he’s wild. That, of course, would defeat the purpose of locking him up anyway and if I never allow him to cut the seal he’d be in big trouble when I got home to find a different seal. [Lion — The camera records the date and time of each picture. I’m sure Mrs. Lion can easily find a viewer that reveals the date and time each picture was taken.]

Lion wouldn’t do that. He’s a good boy. He sees the value in the power part of his being locked up. And the fun too. He always says I never notice the cage. Now I’m actually asking for pictures of it. How did that happen? It just seemed like a nice way to be with him even if I’m not with him.

I’m trying to be a little proactive. I have a lot to do, both for Lion and myself, and I don’t want to leave it all till the last minute. I need to clean the house and change the bed so Lion doesn’t have so many problems with allergies. We have errands to run tomorrow. I have to do laundry so I can pack. And there are other things here and there that need to be done. We’ll get things done. It just might be a photo finish.

Yesterday Lion solved the problem of the plastic lock fitting in the Jail Bird. I’m glad. I’d rather have him in the Jail Bird for a week than the plastic cage. I think it’s more comfortable and it’s certainly easier to clean. He tested the lock for quite a few hours. Around 10 pm he asked if I knew he was still in the cage. Well I hope he was. I hadn’t unlocked him. I didn’t remember telling him he could take it off. Therefore, he should still have been in the cage. Sometimes I’m a pretty good detective like that.

I pretended I couldn’t get him out of the cage. My scissors were way over there. His scissors were in the opposite direction. What’s a Lion to do? When I finally unlocked him he got hard but that was about it. It was late and I think he was fairly itchy. We had a snack and about an hour later he announced he was horny. I was sleepy and done for the night. We’ll have some fun tonight and then some more tomorrow night before I give him his orgasm and lock him safely away.

This is the first time Lion will be locked for so many days straight. Usually I unlock him at least every other day to play with him and let Mr. Weenie stretch. I’m glad he’ll be able to get out of the cage easily. Not that I want him to get out but just knowing he can is a relief to me. I’m always worried when he’s locked up that something will happen and he won’t be able to free himself. I trust him enough to know that he wouldn’t unlock himself just for the heck of it. And, yes, I trust him enough to be wild while I’m gone. So what’s the point of locking him up at all?

Since I can’t be here to play with him, it’s a fun way to show him who’s in charge. I can ask Lion if Mr. Weenie is behaving, but now I can also ask him to prove it. He can send me a picture of my weenie hunkered down in the cage. If he somehow forgets he’s wearing the cage (it is comfortable after all) and I remind him, he’ll know I’m thinking about him and his predicament. He can tell me he misses me or he can send me a picture of a muffled erection inside the cage. I could even tell him to take a video of him taking the cage off so I can see the “helmet head” and then tell him to lock himself back up. I’ll know the new lock number. I’m sure I’ll think of other ways to show my power over him.

We had a fairly quiet Sunday. Lion watched another James Bond movie. The only Bond movie I’ve ever liked is Skyfall. I’m not sure why that held my attention. The others all just seemed stupid.

Since Lion had an orgasm Saturday he wasn’t much in the mood Sunday. I manscaped him. There really wasn’t much to do. He got his balls and crack pretty well. He even did one cheek. When I swooped in all I had to do was his tummy and one cheek. Maybe I just need to slather him with hair remover once in a while. We’ll have to see when the hair grows back to determine the best method of hair removal.

I’m thinking, since I’m the play-by-play guy, I won’t have much to write about while I’m on my trip. Given how busy I’ll be, I may not have much time to write so I guess it all works out. We’ll see though. Sometimes things occur to me at strange times. I may encounter some interesting people. One never knows. Airports are excellent people-watching venues.

I’ll still be able to write about Lion’s cage and whether he’s successful in keeping it on. I don’t really doubt he will. However, I do think it will be fun to make him take pictures. There’s a difference between asking him if he’s still caged and having him send me a picture to prove it. I could even FaceTime with him and ask him to show me. I just want to make sure he’s being a good boy.

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Lion can cut the seal with permission or in an emergency.

One of the best parts of taking time off during the summer months is that work is slow. When I get back I have a nice pile of work to do. From August to January is our busiest time. Leaving then creates mountains of work when I return. I’ll get things all cleaned up here just in time to head east for my daughter’s graduation.

As Lion said, a week away does pose a few problems. Aside from the fact that he’ll have no one to vacuum for him, he won’t get edged or played with, and he’ll be locked up for a week or be wild and unsupervised. I can’t do anything about the vacuuming but I can do something about edging.

The easiest thing would be to leave him wild. Obviously then he can get himself into all sorts of trouble if he has a mind to. Locking him away requires an emergency key. Unless I lock him in the nylon cage. Then it’s just a matter of writing down the lock number and comparing it when I get home. He’ll be able to extricate himself if he has an emergency. I can also ask him to send me a picture with the number visible to check it while I’m away.

We’re a little more than a week away from my trip. Things can change but I’m leaning toward locking him in the nylon cage. I was concerned that it could be an issue with him travelling and not having access to scissors because they wouldn’t make it through TSA. But he’ll be home this time. He’ll have access to scissors. If he has a true emergency, which he hasn’t up to now, he can cut the lock off. I can always give him permission if a less-than-emergent need arises. Maybe it’s starting to smell. Maybe he’s developing a sore. We’ll have to see how it goes.

I like the idea of having him take a picture to prove it’s still the same number. It has nothing to do with not trusting him. I know he won’t take the cage off unless he has to. It’s more of a power issue. Each time he has to send me a picture he’ll know he’s doing it because I’m telling him to do it. Because I said so. Because it’s my weenie and I want to make sure it’s still where it’s supposed to be.