November 2014 (Page 4)

I like to think if I’m paying attention I can learn something new every day. Sometimes it’s something useful like figuring out that driving a few blocks out of the way can actually save time on my commute. Sometimes it’s not so useful like the fact that some goats faint. Not all knowledge is helpful, but even the silliest things can help on Jeopardy.

Yesterday I learned that while Lion may want to play, if he is not aroused he will not get the full benefit of the session. Well, I knew that a little bit. What I didn’t realize is that it may have something to do with the length of time he’s been waiting. He may be more receptive to a spanking without penile stimulation at day three than he is at day six. Something about day six messes with him. He was so sad/annoyed/grumpy last night he didn’t even want to give me a good night kiss. I even asked him if he wanted to come. He didn’t. He was just having an off day.

If I had known he was out of sorts before we went downstairs to the dungeon, I might have suggested calling it off. But he says today that he really did want to play. He just thinks he needs to be aroused. So now we have another piece to the Lion puzzle. To find out how it fits we’ll need to experiment on the length of time that he’s been waiting versus the arousal factor.

I know a lot of you are shaking your heads and wondering what difference it makes if Lion is aroused. Just beat his butt already! Well, it matters to me. And it matters to him. I’m doing this for him. I’d never beat his butt if he didn’t want me to. If I ever impose a super long wait and we get to the date and he says he’s just not into it, we’d wait. I’d take him to the shrink to make sure he was sane for not wanting an orgasm, but I certainly wouldn’t force him to have one.

Now, if it turns out he always need to be aroused, which means he’d need to be uncaged, the problem is that unlocking him and locking him back up takes time. As I said, I am about to have far less time on my hands for playing with my pet. If I can stick a butt plug in him without unlocking him that’s one thing. If he is unlocked then, theoretically, I have to be present to make sure he doesn’t masturbate. Not that this is a huge issue, but during his last wait (which wasn’t particularly long) I suggested leaving him wild so he could take a shower. I knew he was very horny, but I wanted to give him the chance to get really clean. He said it wasn’t a good idea to leave him wild. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself in the shower with a soapy hand. Fair enough. And I give him a lot of credit for confessing that. But if he needs to be unlocked every other day I can see that wearing my patience thin. Maybe he doesn’t. We have to experiment.

I do know that tonight Lion will be unlocked and, while he may not get edged, Mr. Weenie will have some sort of attention. It may be velcro. It may be clothes pins. It may be oral attention that does not quite make it to edging. I haven’t decided yet. But Lion will be aroused. And horny. And still have to wait till Wednesday for his orgasm.

True to her word, Mrs. Lion took me to the playroom and attached my restraints the the spanking bench for some activity. I hadn’t been on the bench in a while. It was surprisingly uncomfortable. My weight put pressure on my chest and stomach. I’m not sure that it has anything to do with the bench as much as my general condition today. So after a few minutes of spanking and some ball fondling, we went back to the bedroom where she attached me to the bed, face-down and spread eagle.

I should say that I wasn’t released from my cage at all. When I asked if she planned to, she replied that Mr. Weenie was not scheduled for activity. Once in the bedroom, Mrs. Lion used a variety of toys on me. They ranged from her hands (very good at spanking) to a paddle, a strap, and a flogger. The flogger felt very good and Mrs. Lion didn’t hold back using it. After a while, when my ass was bright red, she stopped and released me. Usually, this would be great fun, but being caged with no arousal took something away from the play. It’s not that I need an orgasm in order to enjoy spanking or other sensation play, but apparently arousal is a big part of it. No one ever tried to separate the sexual excitement from the stimulation before, not even Mrs. Lion.

It was good to play. It would have been more fun for me if I were aroused, but begging lions can’t be choosers. The spanking was fine and I enjoyed it, mostly. Sunday was my sixth day waiting. This day like clockwork always finds me rather grumpy. It was no different this time. I wish I understood why on day five I want to hump a tree and on day six I’m generally out of sorts. Of course, I am using superhuman, well superlion self control and I am not acting out. I know what happens when I do that.

At times like this I do wonder why I want to be caged. It’s not so much that I have a burning desire to ejaculate. I don’t. It’s just a more general feeling of unhappiness. In the past, I attributed it to not getting my way. It’s time for me to come, why can’t I? Now! But that’s not case this time. I really don’t know what it is. Earlier in the day, I did want very badly to come. That’s not so surprising. Later, after my spanking, I wasn’t really feeling that horny, just sort of down.

I think it is because at times like this it becomes crystal clear to me that I have no control. I truly gave it away. It isn’t all sexy fun. If I wrote the script, Mrs. Lion would have edged me and then spanked me. Afterward, she might have done it again before locking me away. That’s not what happened. It wasn’t what Mrs. Lion wanted to do. It’s all her way now.

So why should I be sad? After all, it’s exactly what I want. It’s like eating broccoli, you may not like the taste, but it’s good for you. In the case of enforced chastity, it’s my growing pains. It’s experiencing what I wanted. Living submissively is nothing like masturbating imagining myself being dominated.

So here I am at the one week mark. I know this is the most difficult time. It will get easier tomorrow. This is the time when both Mrs. Lion and I have to be at our strongest. I have to remember that all these feelings are the natural reactions to being caged and losing sexual control. It’s the dominant lion trying to claw his way out of his cage. My job is to recognize this and not act out on these feelings. It’s not easy. If it weren’t something braves lion do, I might want to cry a bit right now.

I failed to mention yesterday that I need to be more mindful of the promises I make to Lion. If I say I am planning to play with him every night then I should follow through or, at least, let him know early in the evening that I changed my mind. I haven’t been seeing it from his point of view. That anticipation with the ensuing letdown is difficult to take.

This will become even more important because in about a week my work hours will be changing. I’ll be working later and more hours, potentially even through the weekend. That will leave less time for Lion play. I’ll need to make every minute count. Since a lot of those hours are from my second job, I will be at home and there’s no reason I couldn’t take a break to play. As long as Lion and I continue to communicate I think we can make it through. The downside is that Lion will be alone more often while I work. He gets lonely and craves more attention. With fewer hours available, I can’t give him more attention. The toddler may come out more often.

Maybe I’m selling him short. He knows the extra hours are a necessity. The adult in him understands why he will be alone. Unfortunately, the grumbly bottom sometimes wins the argument in his mind. I’ll be even more tired. He’ll be even more grumpy. It will be interesting to say the least.

I think my best bet is to stick to the every other day arrangement and not over promise him. I hope this will lead to less disappointment for him. It means I may have to put anal training on hold. Although it takes no time at all to shove a butt plug in. Again, I don’t want to get his hopes up. We’ll just have to continue to play it by ear.

It’s Saturday night and Mrs. Lion just inserted the smaller NJoy butt plug. It is actually the largest of the three they make in their regular line, but there is a super-sized version that we have and Mrs. Lion has been eying it and my butt. So, tonight is probably a warmup for the big insertion. It’s in me now as I sit at my desk. Truly, this is a very comfortable plug to wear.

Because Mrs. Lion indicated that she likes my rear view, I made sure I was on my hands and knees with my legs apart when she inserted the plug. I  usually am flat on my stomach for insertions and spanking. Now that I know she likes the view, I will do my best to present it to her when possible.

Friday night’s ruined orgasm felt like a letdown to me. I know Mrs. Lion didn’t want it and I didn’t realize what happened until it was too late. I know it’s possible to learn to delay ejaculation long enough to ask to end the stimulation. I don’t have that skill. Only after she stopped, I noticed that something more was happening. This time there was very little ejaculate. Today I am just as horny as I should be after waiting close to a week.

Over the last few days we have received several warm comments from readers who like what we share and who feel our approach to this power exchange is reasonable. Reading these kind comments and the information the writers shared about themselves, made me realize how much I value hearing from you.

This blog was never meant to be a one way discourse. From the beginning we hoped that others would share their lives and experiences as well as letting us know what we can do to make our journal more useful and interesting.

When I first started my enforced chastity and this blog, I never imagined that Mrs. Lion and I would learn from each other’s writing. We have. Big time. Our sharing has become a major channel of communication between us. Like you, I learn from every post she writes.  She says she learns from mine as well.

It isn’t that we don’t talk. We do. But both of us have a harder time talking about what we like. Our conversations about what turns each of us on have been few. Until now. Reading her words have taught me so many new things about her, her feelings about me, and what I can do to make things better between us.

She and I have always been best friends and we don’t keep secrets from one another. But we also worry about hurting each other’s feelings. I don’t want to say or do something that would make her sad or guilty. My pleasure isn’t worth that. Imagine how wonderful a surprise it was to discover that by reading her posts, I was able to discover how she really felt about our sexual adventures. I suspect the same is true for her as well.

We have come to use this blog as another important way to share with each other. What’s more, we both truly like sharing with you. We were talking about it today. It makes us very happy that you care enough to follow along with our lives. It is also amazing to learn that sometimes we are helpful as well.

The reason I started Male Chastity Journal was to provide an honest, non-porn look into enforced chastity. I doubt very many guys jerk off to our posts. If they do, that’s great. I really wanted women to feel safe reading here and getting non-fantasy information about our adventure. Everything you read here is true. For the last ten months, you have been with us. I am very grateful for that. Our readership has grown steadily Web statistics have several key indicators. Total number of visitors is one, of course. But we also know how many visitors are new and how many are returning (well, not precisely, but the metric software we have mysteriously figures it out). We don’t know who you are and we never save any potentially identifying information, but we have an idea how long the average visit is and how many pages are read on average by each visitor.

The value of all this data is that we know that more and more of our visitors are returning. I love that! The majority still come from search engines, but it seems that more come back after satisfying their searches. I love your comments and emails. It feels to me that we are starting a little community of people who, like us, are exploring enforced male chastity. How cool is that?