Suspenders

I’ve gone through a fairly large number of changes as we’ve adopted enforced male chastity and domestic discipline. Sunday’s spanking is strong evidence I have a way to go.

The newest change has nothing to do with either kink. I’ve had to switch from wearing a belt to suspenders. Over the years I’ve acquired a belly. It’s shrinking, but it’s there nonetheless. I have narrow hips and no ass. That means when I wear a belt, my pants slide down my belly to my  hips, and sometimes off completely. Tightening the belt works, but it is uncomfortable and I look silly with my belly accented.

Mrs. Lion suggested I try suspenders. Suspenders? Me? I don’t see myself wearing them. In my mind suspenders make a man look like a hillbilly or pensioner. I’m neither. Jed Clampet wore suspenders, not Mr. Cool Lion. It’s public humiliation. The thing is that they work. I ordered a pair from Amazon. They came with a catalog that contained advice about wearing them. The little book said that a man with narrow hips and no butt should never even try to wear a belt. That’s me. If I lose all the excess weight, 40 lb., the belly will be gone and maybe I  can return to a belt. In the meantime, I will walk around with a look I truly hate.

I know that many other male chastity blogs are written by people with great, athletic bodies. I imagine that many of our readers see us that way. I like that. But then, along came the suspenders. They are a public admission of sorts. They say that my body won’t work with the belt I have always worn. I’m different.  People picture bloggers based on their writing. I have prided myself on honesty. We have been fantasy-free from the start. But I haven’t revealed much about my physical self.

What about showing more of myself: revealing the imperfect body that has to wear suspenders? I am uncomfortable with this idea. I suspect that women seeing it will find me unappealing. I, of course, have Mrs. Lion so it isn’t important whether or not anyone else thinks I am sexually attractive. But my ego wants to believe I am still appealing, at least to some.

I’ve exposed my flaccid penis to you. There’s no real risk doing that. Penises look pretty much alike and reveal little about the bodies holding them. Besides, I like the way mine looks. Showing my body, on the other hand, is so much more difficult. I took a nude self portrait. It unflatteringly reveals my belly. I considered sharing it, but it benefits no one, least of all me. I shouldn’t say that. I did benefit. It reminds me why I need to keep losing weight.