I’m happy that Mrs. Lion’s Christmas present to me didn’t fit. She got me 12 panties in a horrid open lace style. There was an assortment of colors that ranged from bright orange to neon pink. I’m not fond of wearing panties. Mrs. Lion promised to replace her gift with better fitting female underwear. I told her not to bother, that it’s the thought that counts. But no, she insisted on finding me panties that are a better fit. What a lioness!

I already have about a dozen pairs. They sit in the back of my underwear drawer. Fortunately, she doesn’t have me wear them very often. More underwear would be a waste. I don’t think there’s room for more. My regular underwear is very comfortable.

I’ve settled in to wearing a chastity device again. The Jail Bird is comfortable. I don’t think I am hornier because I am wearing it again. It is effective in stopping erections. I can’t have one unless I am unlocked. I’m  not particularly happy about wearing it again. Of course, no one asked me whether I like wearing it or not.

Today Mrs. Lion and I are back to work. I’m working from home this week. Mrs. Lion is driving to her office. It gets lonely here without her.  Yesterday, Mrs. Lion baked some scones for me. I love scones and hers are wonderful.

Yesterday was quiet. The dog mostly let us sleep in. She got Mrs. Lion up once to let her out. She doesn’t think I can open the door correctly. She insists on Mrs. Lion doing it. I did get a lick on my nose at 7:30, but then she went back to sleep and so did I. We didn’t do anything more exciting than going to the store and going out for dinner.

It’s the kind of quiet day off that we both treasure. We has a very vanilla Tuesday and we loved it.

By the time we cooked dinner, ate it and digested it enough to move, it was fairly late. We decided to forget about the sling and I edged Lion in bed. I got him ready by hand but gave him an oral orgasm. He loves those and I love giving them to him. And oral orgasms have a ways to go to catch up to hand jobs in terms of statistics.

Obviously hand jobs are easier. They don’t require any special positions for me. I just have to be sitting beside Lion on the bed and off we go. To give him oral attention I generally have to be on my stomach between his legs or standing while he’s in the sling. We haven’t used the sling until recently. I’ve been trying to even the score but it was clearly an uphill battle when I started. I had no real hope of catching up. But next year I’ll try harder. Perhaps oral orgasms will win in the end. Maybe I’ll make that my new year’s resolution.

The other day I said I like giving Lion orgasms on holidays. Today he countered that I hadn’t done that in a while. Perhaps not but when I scheduled his orgasms on the calendar I tried to give him one on holidays. When the schedule went away I was left to figure things out in my head. Anyone who’s ever waited around for me to figure out what day it is, let alone when a holiday falls or what date next Wednesday will be, knows that figuring out anything in my head doesn’t go well. I can either go back to scheduling things on a calendar, whether or not Lion knows, or I can just continue on my merry way of fumbling around. I’m not sure one method is better or worse than the other. The bottom line is I give Lion an orgasm when I feel like it. It doesn’t matter how many days he’s been waiting or if I manage to hit it on a holiday. We’ve been doing pretty well so far.

Christmas day was perfect. It ended with a memorable oral orgasm for me. It was the 59th for 2017 and most likely the last for this year. That is one more than in 2016. My average wait is six days. This probably puts me at the average rate for men married over ten years. I know that some of our readers will argue that we are not practicing  male chastity. After all, I’m doing as well as most men in my demographic.

That is a serious misconception. I have no control over when I have sex. My orgasms are 100% under the control of Mrs. Lion. This has been true for the last four years. I haven’t masturbated since January 2014. I’ve been wearing a chastity device for most of this time as well.

The chastity device and the time I wear it, also have nothing to do with male chastity. It does prevent me from taking things into my own hand. But since I haven’t done that when wild, it isn’t necessary. In fact, Mrs. Lion makes me wear the device because it satisfies my enjoyment of bondage.

I was allowed to be wild from Christmas eve through midnight on Christmas day. I’m locked up now. At this moment, I wish I were wild again. I know what you are thinking, “There’s no way to make this lion happy.”

Well, I’m happy now. I don’t wake up every morning delighted that I am wearing a chastity device. It’s inconvenient. It prevents erections. I often wish that I was wild again. But I remember that this was my idea in the first place. I think that the last eight months being cage free created a little ambiguity at least in my mind.

The cage provides a sense of structure. It seems to act as a sort of anchor for our power exchange. It’s true that Mrs. Lion remained firmly in charge while I was wild. She edged me and cuddled with me as often as she did when I was caged. But we both felt a difference. I can’t articulate it, but we both acknowledge it was there.

Mrs. Lion believes that I get both a Christmas and New Year’s orgasm. I went back to my records and my first orgasm of 2017 was on January 7; a wait of 14 days. That means there was no Christmas orgasm either. My first orgasm of 2016 was on January 3. I don’t have records before that, but clearly a Christmas and New Year’s orgasm is not our tradition. Maybe this year we’re starting a new one.

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We have a white Christmas!

The forecast called for flurries with an accumulation of 1-3 inches in higher elevations. Technically we’re not in a higher elevation but who’s arguing? It’s been a long time since we’ve had a white Christmas and we’re not going anywhere so we’ll just enjoy it from inside.

Yesterday while we watched our football team lose yet again, we had a fire. We don’t often have fires because we spend most of our time in the bedroom. It just seemed like a cozy thing to do and the flurries started while the fire was blazing. It was definitely a Christmas eve thing to do.

We never did make it downstairs to the sling yesterday. Maybe today. But I did unlock Lion and we had a nice edging session. I was considering going until I broke him but I got him so close so many times he was panting. I didn’t want to risk a ruined orgasm. Whether it’s in the sling or not, Lion will have a Christmas orgasm today. I don’t know if it matters to him or not but I like to do holiday orgasms. It makes things more festive. Orgasm fireworks for the 4th of July. Jingle balls for Christmas. It just seems right.

After dinner last night I gave Lion a Christmas gift. I can never wait to give him things. I’m surprised I lasted that long. It was a 12-pack of lacy panties. All different colors. Lion hated them. He thought I forgot all about panties. Unfortunately they don’t fit. I’ll have to return them and order the correct size. Lion says it’s perfectly fine with him if I don’t reorder. I agree. Thongs seem to fit him better anyway.

When I was done edging him I gave him one last Christmas present. I left him wild for the night. He said the cage has become part of him again but I know he enjoys being wild. He doesn’t have to sit to pee. He can try to get hard. It’s only a 24-hour reprieve. Mr. Weenie will be back in solitary confinement by midnight.

Merry Christmas!