Lion has had a very lucky December. In the nine days beginning December 24 and going to January 1, my lucky boy will have five orgasms. We’re ending the year (and starting the new one) with a bang. I haven’t counted how many he’s had for the rest of the month. I just know that he certainly has nothing to complain about. At least as far as orgasms are concerned.

Having girly toenails is another matter. That he can complain about. I wouldn’t recommend that he actually complain or one of those orgasm opportunities might disappear. But he can grumble to himself. And I will continue to remind him he has pretty toes. And laugh at him.

In mid-January we will hit our one year chastity anniversary. It’s hard to believe we’ve been doing it a year already. I still don’t feel like I know what I’m doing and I doubt I ever will. But I do have flashes of confidence now and then so I am encouraged. I think the most important thing to remember is that it’s not a one size fits all thing. What works for us may not work for another couple and vice versa. Some males really want to wait for long periods of time. Lion doesn’t. Some keyholders enjoy punishing their males. I don’t.

I know it was my idea to start diapers again, but it was difficult. It’s not Lion’s favorite thing. I’m sure I should have told him to suck it up and wear the wet diaper as instructed. If anything, he should have been punished for whining. But there’s only so far I’m willing to push him. The diapers may make a comeback at some point once I figure out the parameters. For now, they remain in the closet.

The girly toe nails is another difficult idea I had. It was one thing to buy it and hold it over Lion’s head. It’s quite another to actually paint his toes. If I thought anyone would ever see I wouldn’t have done it. I’m not into humiliating him. I just wanted something to remind him who is in charge. A glaring pink reminder. That said, I do think it’s amusing that it bothers him so much.

The panties idea is Lion’s own doing. He brought it up in a post and I started teasing him about it. I never really considered making him wear them. It was along the lines of the nail polish. Something fun to hold over his head. One of the reasons I got the nail polish was because I figured it was similar and cheaper. If he wanted to be a girly Lion then pink toe nails seemed to be just as good as panties. I should have known he’d go buy them. It’s what he does. So now I guess he’ll be wearing panties. I wonder if he’ll hate them as much as he hates the nail polish.

My new panties
In a very weak moment, after the fumes from Mrs. Lion’s nail painting made me giddy, I ordered these online. (Left) front view of pink panties, (Right) back view of green pair. What was I thinking!

Our year is ending with a bang. My sexual activity has gone up amazingly. I think I will have had four or five orgasms (at least) in December alone. See the liontracker for details. I get a couple of days off before my New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day orgasms. Mrs. Lion had a post-Christmas orgasm and has another one scheduled for January 2. The lion den is just sex, sex, sex this holiday season. I’m not complaining at all. It’s been great fun.

Even more interesting is Mrs. Lion’s change in attitude. She has become more of a femdom keyholder. I don’t want to ascribe any motives, but she is far less interested in how I like her decisions. Most notably her decision to paint my toenails. I’m not fond of women with painted toenails and I can say without hesitation that I truly dislike seeing my size twelve, bright, pink big toes when my feet loom into view. I have made some humiliation suggestions from time to time, but never, ever suggested nail polish. Yuck! I’m not going to whine about this further. I do see this new blow to my male ego as a serious step forward for Mrs. Lion, if a mincing one back for me.

She not only came up with this odious idea on her own, but has turned a deaf ear to my  objections. I can’t really growl about this. After all, it’s what I wanted all along. Didn’t I? Didn’t I?  Because I am basically stupid, I ordered two absolutely horrid pairs of Manties male panties. If I end up wearing these (and others?), this time it’s my own fault. I got that little humiliating “thrill” and acted on it. It could be a tossup between these and my painted nails for most-hated change in my life. I’m pretty sure they will make Mrs. Lion laugh. That’s their one redeeming quality.

What have we learned? One: I have some interest in private humiliation. Two: I have no interest in being feminized. That’s why item “one” works. Three: I have to learn to keep my big ideas to myself, and Four: I should be very careful what I order online. And five: I’m not a very bright lion.

 

I don’t know if Lion has a favorite day of the week, but it should be Sunday. He gets lucky a lot on Sundays. I bet when I unlocked him to do his manscaping he had no idea how much fun he would have all day.

As I shaved him I played with him. I got him hard and played with his balls. He was very happy. When he was face down I got the idea to use a butt plug. I decided to leave him wild so I could have access to him. Then I painted his toenails.

Wow, that’s pink nail polish! I only painted his bog toes because they are the most visible to him as he watches tv. When he questioned me I offered to paint the rest. He didn’t like that idea. I also offered to buy him some high heels to go with his girly toes. He liked that idea even less.

Lion held the butt plug for about four hours. After I unplugged him he took a shower. He reminded me several times that he was still wild. He’s a good boy. He was even a good boy when I took a shower. I know this because he was still horny.

Eventually I snuggled in to play with him some more. He was very horny. Especially when I started sucking him. I asked him how many days it had been since he came. Unfortunately the blood had rushed away from his brain by this time so he wasn’t sure. It had been three days. Three long days if you ask him. If you ask me too. That’s why I decided to let him come again. The lucky boy.

Now he’s a happy, caged Lion again.

Lion toe nails bright paink.
As threatened, Mrs. Lion did a pawdicure on me. She painted both of my big toe nails bright pink. Yuck! She left my other toe nails unpainted saying I can’t see them anyway.

Even inmates in a super max prison get an hour of exercise a day. I get less than a half hour every other day. If you do the math, 99% of the time I am locked in my male chastity device without any stimulation. Every other day, Mrs. Lion unlocks me for less than a half hour for teasing, or occasionally, an orgasm. Other than that, nothing. That’s not as bad as it sounds. If I look at my life before being caged, more than 99% of the time my penis went without sexual stimulation. If anything, I get more now than I did before.

The difference, of course, is that now I have nothing to say about if or when I get stimulated. In fact, I am physically incapable of getting hard without Mrs. Lion releasing me. I could argue that before chastity I could get hard anytime I wanted. I could also masturbate. Whether I did or didn’t isn’t the point. The point is that I decided how much or how little self stimulation I got. Now I get no self stimulation at all. My penis is locked in a permanent flaccid state. I’m not complaining. I am a happy prisoner of love. But I am a prisoner, nonetheless. It’s a life sentence. I am in permanent male chastity.

My main point is that most of the time my penis sits quietly in its cage. It may or may not get as much sexual attention as other penises. My guess is that I do about as well as most; if not in orgasms, at least in female attention. The big difference is that all of my sexual options have been removed. Unlike other, unlocked penises, mine does not get free expression. It can’t get hard if I have a sexy thought or see something very hot. I can’t play with it at all. It’s 100% the property of Mrs. Lion. That is the real difference us one-percenters face.

Yesterday, as threatened, Mrs. Lion did some toe nail painting. Before she did it, she removed all of my pubic and butt hair and then inserted the smaller Njoy butt plug. Once plugged she proceeded to paint the lion pink.

Now both of my big toe nails are bright pink. I hated the long wait until she finally did it. I truly don’t like the result. However, it is what she wants and that is what I get. Here, on the blog I discussed this paint job in the same context as diapers and panties. I mentioned that I found all three uncomfortable, but strangely arousing (not aroused by the toenails!). Actually, it is still strangely arousing. Now I think I understand why.

The Jail Bird is one thing I can’t remove that has the potential of discovery, but is very low risk. Painted toe nails and panties have a much better chance of embarrassing me. Anyone seeing my bare feet will know instantly that “something” is going on. Panties are worse. Just tucking in my shirt at a urinal offers a chance for an unwelcome peek at my undies. The thing is, just knowing it is possible to be discovered is what adds that little thrill that makes me even mention things that I truly don’t like.

For the record, I don’t look good with pink toe nails. At least I don’t think so. I believe panties would make me look at least equally silly. You’ve seen me in diapers (image). Not a very dignified lion picture. It’s obvious why Mrs. Lion likes me this way. It shows me that she is in control. She also finds it funny. I don’t know when (hope it’s soon so I don’t have to worry too much), but in the near future I suspect my underwear will be either panties or a diaper depending on the day of the week. I wonder if my “nude in the house” rule will be changed to require me to wear the undies of the day.