Is That a Banana in Your Pocket?
Lion was in considerable pain yesterday. Friday night, he must have twisted wrong and hurt his back. A week ago he hit his elbow hard on a door. And, of course, his shoulder is wounded. Throughout the day he took Tylenol or heroin (as he likes to call his opioid prescription) and it was helping. I thought for sure he’d be in no mood for fun. Wrong. He was horny. Very horny.
The past few times we’ve played, I’ve given him an orgasm after edging him four or five times. I figure I never know when he’s going to be horny because of the pain so I have to strike while the iron is hot. Last night I was planning on edging him and leaving him high and dry. So what if he’s not horny today or tomorrow? There’s always the next day. But I went too far. As I let off the gas he told me he was going to come. I had no choice but to keep stroking him. Well, I could have left him with a ruined orgasm, but we both hate those.
He’s concerned that he didn’t have very much semen. He says after eight days he should have produced more and he thinks he’s a broken Lion. I don’t think so. There could be any number of reasons for it. Maybe he didn’t drink enough. Maybe I didn’t get him excited enough. Maybe the drugs played a role. It’s not like he never has a lot of semen. He’s always had fluctuations in the amount. I guess for a man whose body seems to be giving out all over, it’s easy to assume he’s broken.
I’m not ready to trade in my old, broken-down Lion on a newer model. I’ll keep repairing this one until I can’t find parts. Luckily, medicine keeps figuring out how to repair Lions.
Look Ma, No Hands!
We’ve been busy this weekend. Well, not terribly busy. We continue preparing to make our house work for me when I can’t use my right arm. I’m learning a lot about how difficult it can be for someone with a disability. For example, I sleep on the right side of the bed. My right shoulder is getting the surgery. So, reaching the nightstand is very difficult.
I know what you are thinking. Why not switch sides with Mrs. Lion? That crossed our minds. But I need to use a cold machine to chill a pad that goes against the shoulder. If I go to Mrs. Lion’s side of the bed, the hose from the machine won’t make it across my body; not to mention how uncomfortable it will be to have cold, heavy tubing crossing my body.
I love technology. I tried to think of ways I could access my light, for one thing. Then I remembered the “smart” house. There’s lots of stuff out there that uses WiFi to connect to a smartphone or other device. So, I ordered two smart light bulbs and the hub needed to manage them. Now we can control our bedside lamps with our iPhones or iPads. Why stop there? So, we are getting an Amazon Echo so now I can tell Alexa to turn on or dim the lamps.
The Echo will also answer questions, play Jeopardy with us, and play music. Another, admittedly minor, issue is controlling the temperature in the house. We have a programmable thermostat that is fine when we both go to work. But when I’m here all the time, it would be very helpful to control the temperature manually when I want. So, we got a smart thermostat. Our power company offers a nice rebate, so for about $100 we can automate the heat and AC. Guess what? Alexa will do that too. I just tell her what temperature I want.
We are gradually making our environment accommodate my disability. I have a special WiFi access point that puts me on my company’s network. My company laptop has Dragon so I can dictate emails and my posts. Our bed is adjustable so I can make myself as comfortable as possible while recuperating.
All this work is making me feel better about the surgery. Also, I am much more willing to undergo it. In the time between falling and now, I have received physical therapy and two cortisone injections. Each injection is supposed to last four-to-six months. My last shot was late December. The pain returned in February and that’s what prompted me to visit the sports medicine surgeon.
Over the last couple of weeks, the pain has gotten gradually worse. I thought it was because I am so focused on the surgery. Yesterday, it occurred to me that the December injection was continuing to wear off. The pain is returning to what I will be for the rest of my life if I don’t get the operation. I get the point. I’m committed. Scared, but committed.
Speaking of accommodation, I ordered a stainless steel cock ring that will remind me of my surrender when I can’t wear the cage. I may not be wearing a chastity device, but I won’t be completely wild. Along with the physical changes here at home, we are both working toward maintaining our FLR and male chastity.
All is Right With the World
Lion is home. For some reason, I feel like I missed him more this trip than I have before. My theory is that I was worried about him because I know he’s been in more pain. The previous trip, he was able to get an injection to keep the pain at bay. This time he only had Tylenol and pain meds. I’d like to wrap him up in a cocoon until his surgery, but I know I can’t do that.
The good news is that he’s horny. Of course, pain and adjusting back to our time zone will likely quash that feeling. But I take it as a good sign that he’s feeling horny at all. He hasn’t been. He’s not usually when he’s on business trips though. Now he’s home and things can get back to normal. At least the normal that is peri-surgery normal.
On Monday, Lion has his pre-op appointment. We’re hoping to learn a lot about his aftercare. We’ve researched and researched, but there’s no substitute for answers from experts who do this every day. I hope they can put some of his fear to rest. I’m trying to alleviate his fear that I’ll leave him because he’ll be difficult to live with. (That’s why alcohol was invented.) I know, deep down, he realizes that fear is unfounded.
In addition to getting Lion ready for his surgery and recovery, I’ve been busy coming up with ideas to get “us” through it. We both fear losing ground in our chastity/FLR/DD relationship. I know sex will be the furthest thing from his mind for a long time, but that doesn’t mean we’ll throw away everything we’ve worked for over the past three years. Nope. I’ll still be trying to keep him in check. A toddler can only get away with so much before he’s corrected. I think he’ll need that correction even more when he’s in pain. Someone to drag him out of the pity party and back into the real world.
I don’t think I’m being mean when I say that. I think sometimes people need that slap across the face to snap them out of a tantrum. Of course, I won’t be slapping Lion. That would be mean. I think a simple, “Enough!” might do the trick. A virtual slap, if you will. For the most part, though, I’ll be there to hold his hand and help him.
After The First Year
I’ve returned from my trip to the sunny East. The skies may be grey here, but being back with Mrs. Lion outshines the East Coast sun. Have you noticed that almost all product reviews, whether on a website or in a commercial publication, are based on a short period of use? I think the same is true about what we can read on the Web.
The vast majority of contributors to male chastity forums are either guys who fantasize about male chastity or men who are new to it. There are exceptions, but even veterans limit their discussions to answering newbie questions. If we could take a survey of the people who write about starting male chastity at least a year after they first said they began, I bet the results would be revealing.
I’d guess that over 90% had given up in less than a year. Of those who continued, how many are doing it without a partner who is actively involved? Do many wives and girlfriends simply indulge their chaste partner’s kink? In reality is he playing alone with only minor support? My guess is that over half of the remaining guys are in this category.
In the world of kink, enforced chastity is an outlier. I have never seen a workshop in it advertised for a BDSM (See, Tom? I didn’t say “Leather event) event on this subject. The vendors at the events do offer some chastity devices, but the practice is private, even in the BDSM community context.
I think the reason this practice is so rare is that it is a 24/7 power exchange. Very, very few people in the BDSM community practice full-time power exchanges. The level of commitment and surrender are the stuff of fantasy. Very few people are willing to actually live this way.
Sales of cheap chastity devices may be on the rise, but I am sure it doesn’t correspond to a growth in the number of full-timers. I’ll bet that almost all the devices sold are intended just to see what it is like to have the penis locked in a cage. Some purchasers may be locked up for a weekend, or maybe a vacation, but how many stay locked for years?
We are in that small group of dedicated practitioners. It’s true that in the last couple of months I haven’t been wearing my device for good reason, we think. But Mrs. Lion’s orgasm control is as much in force as it is when she has me caged. I’m almost certainly going to be wild (cage free) for the next six months or more, while I heal from my upcoming shoulder surgery. But, at any point Mrs Lion can lock me back up if she desires.
For some time I have been wondering what it says about us that we practice full-time male chastity. We are in a tiny minority of the BDSM world, much less the wider world. I don’t think we are crazy. We both feel that there is enormous value in our practice. For us, it goes way beyond sexual control. I would guess that every full-timer has a much deeper reason for continuing than just the fun of penis bondage.
Of course, it doesn’t matter at all why you practice or have interest in male chastity. If it’s a turn on, that’s enough. Enjoy it. We do.
