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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm, Punishment

Yesterday was Lion’s scheduled orgasm date. As you know, that usually means little. It’s just a date sometime in the future that’s supposed to be the earliest he can have an orgasm. Since I give him one whenever the heck I feel like it, I’m wondering if it makes sense to have a date at all.

At any rate, last night he was eligible for an orgasm. I took out the Magic Wand and started getting Lion excited. Earlier in the day he’d said the Lion weather was not very warm. I said I was sure I could fix that. And I was on the right track. My knee has made it difficult at times to sit cross-legged beside him. I did have to make an adjustment but I was still able to do the same job I always do on him. Sometimes I let the vibrator do most of the work. Sometimes I grip him with my thumb on the underside of his penis and let the Magic Wand vibrate my thumb too.

After I’d edged him quite a few times, I decided he was sufficiently aroused enough to warrant an orgasm. Yes, I did think about making him wait. It would have been easy to edge him and lock him away again with no relief in sight. Maybe I should have. But he likes the Magic Wand and he was ripe for the picking, so I went that little bit further and gave him his orgasm.

This morning, he said he would have liked a little more build-up to his orgasm. He said he understands that I wasn’t feeling well and just wanted to get it over with. He understands, huh? Really? I don’t think so. I’ve never just wanted to get any of his orgasms over with. Even the ones that seem to take forever. Rather than wonder why he’s taking so long, I wonder what I’m doing wrong that’s not turning him on enough. If I really wasn’t feeling well I could have stopped at any point and locked him back up. After the first edging. After the second edging. After the third or fourth edging. I don’t even know how many times I edged him.

I believe the correct response this morning should have been, “Thank you, ma’am, for the orgasm last night.” As a matter of fact, that’s a new rule. Lion has to thank me for all orgasms just like he has to for punishments. Generally he does thank me. He might have even thanked me last night. I’m not sure what happened this morning. Maybe his shoulder hurts. Maybe he didn’t sleep well. I know his allergies have been bothering him.

It’s a good thing I don’t get mad at him for things like this. I don’t need to. I have paddles for that. [Lion – My shoulder hurt and sex wasn’t on my mind. Since orgasms are rare, I prefer to be really into it when I get one. This was one time I wanted to wait.]

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In: Lion's Journal

Yesterday was the scheduled orgasm day. Mrs. Lion took out the Magic Wand, edged me a few times, then made me come. I wasn’t in the mood when she started, but by the time she edged me three or four times, I was ready to go. I had physical therapy on Thursday after work. It is quite painful. The therapist, a woman, asked me how I was handling the pain. I told her I was ok. I wanted to say, “I’m used to a woman hurting me.” But that would have, at the least, puzzled her.

I did something yesterday that I thought I would never, ever consider: I borrowed a Mac at work and decided to learn to use it. What does that have to do with enforced chastity? Nothing directly. But on a much deeper level it’s significant. I’ve been using PC’s since IBM made the first one. I’ve eschewed Apple computers from the beginning of the age of computing. It has almost been a religion. I know and love Windows. I’ve always considered Mac’s to be toys that rebellious university people bought out of a childish need to show they aren’t part of the computing establishment. After all, well over 95% of the world’s computers run Windows.

Anyway, there are a lot of Mac’s at my current workplace. I developed a kind of Mac envy seeing the sleek laptops. I know in my heart of hearts that while the industrial design is great, the OS is behind the product I love. However, I’ve been changing. Since surrendering to Mrs. Lion, I find myself less stubborn about a lot of things. I was a holdout until last spring owning a Windows phone. Last March I traded it for an iPhone. So, slowly but surely I have been opening myself to new computing experiences.

To me, at least, these external changes reflect deeper, inner evolution. Sexual surrender has been profound to me. Maybe it has killed my good judgement and convinced me to go to the shiny metal computers. I think what has been happening is that I’ve discovered that my sexual surrender hasn’t closed down my opportunities for sexual pleasure. It’s actually expanded my experiences and has opened new channels of communication with my lioness. While frequently frustrating, enforced chastity has been great for me. Sex is a daily topic of conversation. We have become more physically loving. We are both happier.

You may think I’m going to say that all this goodness opened me to a superior computing experience. It didn’t. Mac’s are cool but they really are inferior to their PC cousins. Then why aren’t I returning to my Lenovo laptop. I may after I get tired of the novelty of a new operating system. But I don’t think I will. For one thing, I fit in better at meetings and other places we compute publicly.  No, I don’t really care about that. I think the real reason is that I like the change for its own sake.

I don’t know. The timing isn’t accidental. Perhaps Apple products are more appealing if one’s genitals are locked in a chastity device. Maybe surrender of control to Mrs. Lion has made me more sensitive to my environment and fitting in has gained new importance to me. Or, it may be that significant change has become less of a threat to me and has opened me up to trying new things.

For the record, I like my iPhone a lot. It’s not as intuitive as the Windows phone, but it has all the apps in the world and the Microsoft product has almost none. Inside the case, the Mac is the same computer as the Lenovo. Years ago, Apple threw in the towel and began building machines with the same architecture as PC’s. However, software made for the Mac OS handles differently than the Windows versions. More importantly, at least to the New Lion, I am using the same software as my colleagues. It feels nice to do that.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

Lion and I are quite a pair. Several weeks ago he hurt his shoulder and I hurt my knee. He’s been going to physical therapy. I don’t want to go to physical therapy. I know all the exercises from previous trips. If a chore involves climbing stairs, Lion is your man. If it involves reaching over your head, I can do it. Together we get the job done. It sounds too gushy and super sweet to say we are better together, but it’s true, even if we aren’t injured.

In a few weeks Lion is going on another business trip. It’s not that I can’t function when he’s gone, but I’d rather have him home. Or, more correctly, I’d rather be with him wherever that may be. He’d like me to go with him on his trip, but I’m not sure I’m up for it right now. I don’t know what my knee will feel like, and the touristy things he wants to do will be very crowded. Not to mention the fact that he’s having trouble finding a seat on flights. Besides, he’ll probably be making this trip in another month or so anyway. I can go then.

I’ve been thinking about why enforced chastity and FLR work so well for us. I think ultimately it’s because we work so well together. Yes, more schmaltz. I think once we identified the problem with our sex life, or once Lion woke me up to the problem with our sex life, and we started communicating we fixed us. I don’t want to say it’s perfect. I falter a lot. He pushes sometimes. But we work it out. I’m not sure if it was actually enforced chastity that did it. A lot of it came from the blog. I don’t know if we had decided that we needed to eat dinner at the kitchen table with no TV on every night so we could discuss things would have worked just as well. I think it was the perfect storm of identifying the problem, introducing enforced chastity and writing the blog every day that did it. We each go off and write what we’re thinking about and hoping for and the other reads it and digests it. Not that we’re afraid to talk to each other, but it’s easier to admit to wanting (or not wanting) something in the blog than it is in person.

I think it’s also helped that we email during the day. He’s never missed his requirement that he contact me by email or text on work days before noon. There have been days that I know his schedule is insane or he’s travelling that I’ll tell him he’s off the hook, but he usually at least texts a kiss. We talk about everything from how the day is going to what I have planned for him that night. When I know he’s in meetings all day, I find myself refreshing my screen to see if he’s snuck in a quick email. I look forward to his emails even if all he says is that he’s eating a salad for lunch.

I’m grateful that we managed to improve our already wonderful life together. And it’s all because of a cage and a blog.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

We often get suggestions on how to conduct our enforced chastity. Interestingly, advice on domestic discipline is much less common. Most of the time, Mrs. Lion gets unsolicited advice about how long I should wait between orgasms and what sort of teasing I should get. There’s nothing wrong with people offering advice. We both read and discuss what people suggest.

I also try to figure out whether the advice comes from the experiences of the writer or out of the head of a guy fantasizing about someday being locked up. Generally, advice from people actually practicing enforced chastity starts by describing their experiences and then relating those experiences with things one of us has written. In stark contrast, advice from wannabe’s is full of “should’s”. Mrs. Lion should make Lion wait four months for an orgasm, or she should spank him four times a day.

I’m sure you’ve noticed that too. We both wonder why people who have never experienced any of this would have such definite ideas. Maybe enforced chastity looks a lot simpler from the outside. Perhaps it is arousing to pretend to be an authority. Or, worst of all, maybe the person is delusional and has built a fantasy world that we don’t quite fit into.

We both like comments of all sorts. The only ones I trash are fantasy stories couched as real-life adventures of the writer. They may be fine in one of the forums, but they don’t fit here. The reason I decided to write about this isn’t to discourage “should’s” and advice from the inexperienced. We love the participation. It seems to me that if you have no real experience but feel that you have an important contribution, that somewhere in the advice you state your level of experience.

It may be that some inexperienced people feel their advice will be ignored if qualified by stating their level of participation. The opposite is true. When someone writes, “I’ve never done this, but after reading your post it seems to me that you might consider (fill in the suggestion),” I take that advice seriously.

The simple fact is that for the last 30 months we have been groping our way through enforced chastity. Ever preconceived idea I had about how it should go has been proven inaccurate. What worked for us in 2014 may not work at all in 2016. Enforced chastity, like any other activity a couple shares, evolves over time. We get an idea or a suggestion from a reader. We try it. Sometimes it works perfectly exactly as suggested. Sometimes it doesn’t work at all. Or, it evolves into an integral part of our power exchange.

Inexperience doesn’t disqualify anyone from giving us advice. We take all but the most extreme seriously. We value other people’s ideas. The one thing I dislike most about enforced chastity and our other power exchanges is the lack of community. Every time someone sends us an email or offers a comment, It makes us feel less alone. Maybe one day we can have a lunch or a weekend event and share what we learned with each other. I’d love that.