Keys
Lion was definitely in the mood last night. He got hard almost immediately. It was a tall, proud erection. I love when he gets very hard.
While I was edging him I was trying to remember when he had come last. I think it was last Tuesday. It was the day after we got home and I owed him an orgasm from the trip when he was too tired. Somewhere along the way I decided I should get all the old, stale, cold/flu semen out of him. We’ll start off with a fresh batch now that he’s feeling a little better. He didn’t produce too much ejaculate. Just enough to clear the pipes.
In this morning’s post, Lion said if he goes back in the cage he’ll ask me to take back the emergency key. He reasons that he hasn’t needed it since I gave it to him. We’ve been good about planning for doctor appointments when he’ll need to be wild. But the purpose of the emergency key is for just that: emergencies. You can’t plan for an accident in which you may need an MRI or a catheter insertion. Assuming he was awake and aware, he could avoid having the cage cut off if he had the key. Not that I’m hoping for an emergency to justify the key but my mind likes to be prepared for every possibility. I’m not sure how comfortable I am with locking him up if he doesn’t have the key.
I know he likes to live dangerously sometimes. He’s a lot more adventurous than I am in most respects. He’s less prone to embarrassment than I am. It bothers me when I go to the doctor with a hole in my underwear. (Sorry, Mom.) I can’t imagine having an emergency and being stuck in a chastity device. Of course, at that point in time a chastity device is probably the least of your troubles. I guess I still retain a lot of my prudishness.
True Bondage
I’m back. Since our return last Monday night, I’ve been under the weather. As a result I haven’t worn a stitch of clothing since returning. I don’t know what I had. Mrs. Lion picked it up too. I didn’t have classic flu or cold symptoms. Yes, I was stuffy, but not terribly. I just couldn’t stay awake. Odd. Anyway, I’m writing from our bed and I am comfortable, so far, sitting up.
It’s funny how we bloggers tend to think about the same things. I’ve been thinking about the chastity device and what it means to me. Others have been writing about how not having an emergency key is hot.
When we started enforced chastity, we had no emergency key. I liked how that felt. But one day I had a doctor’s appointment and I forgot to ask to be unlocked. This particular appointment required me to strip to my undies. Mrs. Lion left work and drove to the doctor’s office with her key. She removed the device in the doctor’s parking lot.
After that incident, she had me carry a key in a pill container with a tamper-evident seal on the lid. I put the container on my key ring. Occasionally, I would think about the key in my pocket. It subtly changed the way I felt about wearing the device.
I felt that I had control over whether or not the device stayed on. Even though Mrs. Lion could discover I had removed the device, it didn’t change how I felt. At the time, I didn’t analyze that subtle shift. But now, I think I understand.
One of the big turn-on’s for me is that I have lost control. I can’t escape. Carrying a key changes can’t to won’t. Yes, I know that with effort I could escape. But somehow that’s different to me.
When I am strapped into the sling, escape would be very difficult, but not impossible. I could, with great effort, release myself. But that sort of effort is impractical since Mrs. Lion is there supervising me.
I once had a partner who didn’t want me to have any chance of escape. She used padlocks on the restraints. I couldn’t release myself no matter how hard I tried. In a way that’s more exciting. As a practical matter, the way Mrs. Lion restrains me is sufficiently inescapable. After all, she has my attention focused on how she is torturing me at the moment and could easily stop any attempt to escape.
A chastity device, on the other hand, is more mental bondage than physical restraint. It does lock my penis away from any sexual contact. However, it doesn’t prevent arousal. It only blocks physically manifesting it.
I think that is the key to why wearing a chastity device is so exciting. My imagination can run full blast. But, the device prevents my penis from reacting appropriately. That’s frustrating! And, there’s the fun.
It has nothing to do with the reality of escape. It has to do with the mental realization that my cock is completely out of my control. I can get as horny as I want, but it isn’t going to do any more than filling its cage more tightly. How hot is that?
At moments like this, my mind never went to fighting to get my cock out of its cage. I also never considered using my emergency key. But I was very aware I had it. Somehow that made me feel that I had a choice. I could unlock it if I really wanted to.
That knowledge defeats the true excitement of bondage. I had the ability to remove the cage the same way that Mrs. Lion could. So, in a very real sense, I wasn’t in true bondage. I think that is why I never asked for an emergency key. Once I had one, some of the fun was gone.
When I am locked up again, I will ask Mrs. Lion to take back that key. That way I will have no control. No key, no excuses. It makes wearing the device more “dangerous”. I have no way to remove it even at the risk of exposure. Now that’s hot.
Fully Rested
Lion has been sleeping a lot for the past week. Yesterday was my turn. I’d wake up, watch some TV and be tired again. I don’t think either of us is very sick. Just enough to knock us out for a few days.
I’m pretty sure by tonight Lion will be frisky and looking for action. He’s been more awake today. He made breakfast both yesterday and today. He’s written his post for tomorrow. And tonight he’ll want some snuggling and play. That’s fine with me. Right now I just have sniffles. I’m done with being sick. I hope sick is done with me.
Despite being sick, Lion still paid attention to not spilling food and not eating first. If anything I was the messier one. I’ve spilled more stuff in the past few days than I have in the past few months. Good thing I don’t get in trouble for it.
I’m looking forward to things getting back to normal around here. Between Lion’s business trip and being sick we’ve been off our game for a while. Let the nightly edgings commence.
Not Quite Dead Yet
I feel a little better this morning than I did yesterday. I’m still stuffy but I feel less groggy, for want of a better word. Lion never made it out of bed yesterday. Sure he made it to the kitchen and bathroom but for the most part he was in bed and snoozing. He didn’t look like he’d make it any further when I left for work.
Last night I made the cold medicine run and got a few nights worth of dinners in case neither of us feels up to cooking. Tonight I’ll make a Chinese food run on the way home. We usually have leftovers so we’ll be good for two nights or a dinner and a lunch. I feel like I’m preparing for a huge blizzard but the past few years we’ve been hit hard by illness in December and January. It’s always good to be over prepared.
Lion is still being a good boy despite not feeling well. He waits for me to eat first. He tries not to spill food. He tries not to interrupt. Those things are hard enough when he on his game. Being sick exacerbates things. If he’s whiny now it can be explained by his stuffy head and cough, but he hasn’t been whiny.
I’m glad I gave him his orgasm the other night. I guess I made it just before he started to feel worse. Now at least all he has to worry about is feeling better. Mr. Weenie is blissfully unaware of what’s going on around him. The only problem I can see is that I’ll probably get sick after Lion and he’ll be horny when I don’t want to do anything about it. That’s okay. Lion will take care of me when I need it just like I take care of him when he needs it.
