I’m not sure if Lion was horny last night. We snuggled a bit and I tried to get him hard. He didn’t respond. It’s not a crisis. He probably just wasn’t in the mood. Odd, I know, but it does happen from time to time. I’m a little surprised because he was horny the night before. No big deal. Stuff happens.

I’ve pretty much decided that Lion will be back in his cage full time again in the near future. I won’t tell him when because I want him to stop asking me about it. Of course I know he can now tell me I said I’ll lock him up but when? Is it time yet? How about now? Now? And then one of two things will happen: I can immediately lock him up or I can tell him he blew it and he won’t be locked up. Actually, a third thing can happen. I can beat his butt till he can’t sit down. (And don’t push me until I choose that option, Lion. Right now you owe me for interrupting a few times today.)

I don’t expect Lion to be an angel when I lock him up but I’m also expecting him to not complain (too much) about the cage being back on. I know he likes it better when he’s unlocked. I know it pinches sometimes. I know he’ll miss being able to get hard. But why would he want the cage back on? I don’t often try to understand him anymore. I just give him what he wants, within reason.

Lion is enjoying his last hours, maybe days, of freedom. When I do lock him up it will be up to me when I unlock him and for how long. I do ask that he remind me if it seems I’ve forgotten to lock him up again. I tend to forget things; a lot. At some point I may want to give him time off for good behavior. I’ll decide when and for how long. I’ll decide if he is caged or not for business trips and camping trips. I’ll decide where the key is kept. I’ll take his emergency key away when I lock him up this time. If he gets himself into a situation where he needs that emergency key but he no longer has it, I reserve the right to point and laugh at him while singing, “I told you so. I told you so.” And then I get to punish him as I see fit. Assuming, of course, that the reason he needed to key is not a serious illness or injury.

Those are my plans as of now. If Lion wants to talk me out of locking him up, he has until bedtime Friday to do so. That does not mean the cage will go on at that time. It will go on when I say it will go on unless he persuades me otherwise by the deadline.

jailbird chastity device
Vacancy!

Mrs. Lion has been wrestling with whether she wants to lock me into a chastity device again. It may seem like a no-brainer, but it isn’t. As she pointed out in her post yesterday, dealing with a cage requires her to manage the key and to unlock and lock me for play. The extra work is real. So are the inevitable grumblings from me when things get uncomfortable.

There is nothing new about any of this. At least that’s how it appears at first blush. But the fact is that things are different now; a lot different. Of course, nothing has changed in terms of the actual device, a Jail Bird. But circumstances have changed. For one thing, the last time I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me into a chastity device was over four years ago. At that time neither of us had any real experience with enforced male chastity.

Mrs. Lion agreed because she wanted to make me happy. She also thought I would quickly tire of being locked up and would ask her to unlock me. I didn’t. She discovered that the device helped us change and physical intimacy grew significantly. So, the caged stayed on, with short intermissions for travel, until last spring. I had to be unlocked because I underwent shoulder surgery. I stayed unlocked throughout my recuperation. I never returned to the cage.

In the months I’ve been wild, our intimacy continues. I also haven’t had any temptation to masturbate, even though I’ve had a record-breaking 28 day wait. So, it isn’t needed to keep my hands off my penis. In short, any benefits we got from locking me up remains after I was allowed to be wild.

Every practical argument to cage me has evaporated. Still, part of me wants to be caged again. It’s a totally irrational desire. The more logical side of me likes that I am wild. So many things are easier without steel locked around my cock.

The cage sits on my nightstand. It’s right there in plain view. That’s not where it belongs. Is it?

That’s the question I keep asking myself. But then I ask myself if I should answer that question. I’m sure that I shouldn’t. I may want it back on my penis, but if it, and my penis, belong to Mrs. Lion, then where it lives is none of my business.

In the past, when the cage came off, there was always an understanding that it would go back on as soon as possible. The idea it should take up residence elsewhere never came up. Even for the long hiatus during my recovery, we didn’t consider my wild state to be permanent. Then, one day a couple of months ago, I asked about the cage. Mrs. Lion asked me how I felt about being wild. I said I like it. Being wild is much more convenient and I like the erections that come up now and then. At that point it was decided that the cage didn’t have to go back on.

In the meantime, there was another change: I wasn’t earning punishment very often. It’s been weeks since the last time I needed discipline. This is either due to me learning to follow my rules, or that Mrs. Lion has been overlooking infractions. I think both are true. I have been much more careful about spilling, eating first, etc. I’m not sure that Mrs. Lion is catching and punishing me when I interrupt. It may be that I’m not interrupting as well. I don’t know.

We have a new rule that gives Mrs. Lion much more control over the remote. That seems to be going smoothly as well. The net effect of this disciplinary Valhalla is that I’m not feeling a lot of control. That’s the side effect of good behavior I guess. I suspect that the big reason I want the cage back is the lack of graphic display of lioness power. This is certainly not her fault. In fact, it’s not a problem. If anything, it is material evidence of her success as my disciplinary wife. The irony of all this doesn’t escape me.

Lion was horny last night. I don’t get it. He just had an orgasm the night before. He shouldn’t have been horny last night. Must be the full moon. He’s usually not horny for a night or two after an orgasm.

Again he asked if I was going to lock him up. Again I told him if I locked him up because he asked then it wouldn’t be my idea and he wants it to be my idea. We both know whose idea it really is but I should initiate him being locked up again. And it has to be by my rules. When I say he should be wild then he should be wild. Of course if there is a sore spot or a doctor appointment that requires examination below the waist then the cage can come off. Lion can also ask for it to come off and I’ll consider whether or not he makes a good case for it or not.

The standard rules will apply. I’ll unlock him at least every other day (barring illness) to play with him. I won’t just leave him languishing in the cage all but forgotten. And if the cage is back full time then I expect him to remind me if I seem to have forgotten to lock him back up again when I’m done with him. I do think about Mr. Weenie more than most wives think about their husbands’ penises but it is not at the forefront of my mind.

I’m still trying to determine if I want the cage back full time. For the first few days I know I’ll hear Lion saying he liked it better when he was wild and he got pinched at work or on the way home in the car. And I’ll have to remember to get the key out so I can play with him. And then he’ll want me to hide the key again so he can’t get to it. And then there’s the debate about the emergency key. Is it worth all that hassle? Probably. But I’m still thinking about it.

I’m still wild. I suspect that my recent discovery of woman-initiated, enforced male chastity may have given Mrs. Lion pause. I’ve embraced the idea of turning the penis into a toy owned by the keyholder. This concept implies, to me at least, that my penis would be locked at all times Mrs. Lion doesn’t want to play with it.

She mentioned that such possession wouldn’t really apply to us since she has no interest in sex for herself. I agree that limits the usefulness of the penis-as-toy. But she’s managed to enjoy it by teasing me and providing eventual ejaculations.

It’s true that I initiated all this stuff. None of it was her idea. I’m very lucky she embraced it. She doesn’t like the idea of me wearing the device when I travel, or at other times when it might be inconvenient, like on our camping trips.. I get it.

In fact, I agree with her approach. She’s already made my penis hers. The chastity device is just something I like to wear. It is, to me, the exclamation point at the end of her declaration of ownership. I like physical manifestations of things. I love bondage. I don’t generally need it. I’m not going anywhere. The actual feel of physical restraint turns my internal reality into the physical as well.

The chastity device has a unique effect on me. It reminds me of its power even at times when I have no thoughts at all of sex, much less using it for release. It loudly proclaims to me that someone else is in control. I really like that.

On the other hand, Mrs. Lion seems to have no such interest. She’s content to know I’m not going to cheat. Verification and enforcement aren’t part of her domination calculus. In fact, I think that any slip I might have would hurt her and she would blame herself. The idea of preventing the possibility of an “accident” isn’t terribly meaningful to her

That’s where we are very different. I’m turned on by being forced to obey. She likes it when I just do the right thing. She’s very aware of this difference and works hard to provide me with the concrete realities of rules and punishments. I’m very grateful.

We are very different in this basic way. Yet, we make each other very happy. Somehow we just fit. I can’t ask for any more than that.