I’m trying very hard to get into working this morning. That’s a lie. For every work thing my brain does, it goes off on three tangents. I have taken care of some emails and handled almost all of the 60 things that need to be quickly reviewed before sending them out. But I’ve also looked at several Cyber Monday deals, watched the rain beating against the window near my desk, taken a survey, commiserated with a coworker and gotten coffee twice. And, of course, I’m writing this. I still think they’re getting their money’s worth out of me.

This morning I grabbed a can of soup out of the paper bags still sitting on the kitchen table since Friday night. It was an easy thing to take for lunch. When I told Lion about it, I said it was like a grab bag trying to find a flavor I wanted. Then I said it was like his Box O’Fun choices, except that I could put back the flavor I didn’t want. He’s not so lucky. He gets stuck with his selection.

I forgot to have him make a pick from the Box O’Fun. We decided not to play our football game. It’s a good thing too. Poor Lion’s balls would have been on fire. For a while there was a flag on every play. He would have gotten eighty-some swats too. And at least one tenderizer swat for an interception.

I’m hoping we’ll get back to normal this week. I’m less tired. Still coughing, with a runny nose though. I think it’s from the CPAP. Whatever cold aspect I had, seems to have cleared up. Even with the rain, I’m not congested. Lion is still snoozing a lot and feeling out of it. But I think he should be coming out of it soon.

I predict we may be doing some sort of playing by Wednesday and be in full force by the weekend. I’m not sure we’ll have the energy for waxing next weekend. That’s a lot of work. Okay. We have our game plan. Break!

There’s a retail practice known as “BOGO” — Buy One Get One. Generally, it means that if you buy one of something at regular price, you get another for free or for a reduced price. It’s a time-honored way to induce more business. All the cyber Monday ads got me thinking about this gimmick. It gave me an idea.

Mrs. Lion and I have been under the weather and spent the entire four-day weekend in bed. I had absolutely no interest in sex. We watched a lot of football. As we’ve written before, we have a football spanking game. Every time a point is scored by either side, I get two swats. If there is a foul (yellow flag), Mrs. Lion zaps me with my shock collar. We’ve been doing this for a number of weeks.

Since I was sick, we didn’t play our game this past weekend. But, each time a ref called a foul, I felt a twitch between my legs. I’ve been conditioned to associate yellow flags with shocks from the shock collar. This conditioning happened very quickly. I shouldn’t be surprised. Mrs. Lion has been 100% consistent zapping me every time a foul was called. Now, I associate a foul with a shock between my legs.

I didn’t expect that outcome. It means that I can be conditioned to associate unrelated events on a subconscious level. Realizing this is what got me thinking. Does it mean that if Mrs. Lion ties two activities together, like the shock and yellow flags, will I be conditioned to associate other, unrelated physical events? Will it work if the connection is pleasurable?

We males have a rather narrow sexual focus. Essentially, serious sexual pleasure is restricted to a small area on our penises. Yes, other things can turn us on, but we want the focus to move to the penis as quickly as possible. Is it possible to connect sexual arousal with a combination of stimuli? While my sexual focus would remain with my penis — nothing is likely to change that — could I be conditioned to require another stimulus before I can fully enjoy the arousal?

Most of us have experienced this sort of dual stimulation. Occasionally, a finger will find its way up my ass while I receive oral sex. The first time this happened, I was surprised and lost some of my arousal. It didn’t take long for me to enjoy a finger up there while being sucked. I imagine many guys share this experience.

What if, like the shock collar during football, something is always in my ass if my penis is being stimulated. I don’t mean pegging or butt plugs. Just something inserted and left in place during stimulation. Would I learn to associate sexual arousal with anal stimulation? Would arousal be more difficult if my anus isn’t stimulated? Would I become aroused if I’m stimulated anally alone?

I’m not suggesting that I will learn to ejaculate with anal stimulation alone; or, even get hard when my ass is penetrated. I think I will learn to expect my penis to be stimulated if my ass is. I will also expect my ass to be stimulated if my penis is touched. In other words, I imagine from a sexual perspective my anus and penis will be linked the same way football yellow flags and shocks are.

I’m not suggesting anything major. Just that something, a finger, small butt plug, dildo, etc. be in my butt every time my penis is stimulated. As we learned with other conditioning exercises, consistency is critical. I suspect it won’t take very long for me to make the connection.

What’s the benefit? Other than satisfying my scientific curiosity, the exercise also opens up a new primary sexual arousal zone on my body. A finger gently rubbing my anus will send shivers through me if this works. Of course this is just a theory. If it works, Mrs. Lion has a sexual BOGO.

This morning I was thinking today is Black Sunday. It’s the last of our four days together. And what do we have to show for it? I think we’re feeling a little better. Lion keeps saying he’s better and then falls asleep again. I keep getting up to do things and then I crash again. We’ve been watching a lot of football. I’m thinking if we play our football game at all, it will be with modified rules. I don’t think Lion really wants to be zapped and I’m not sure how much I want to spank him. Perhaps we’ll save all the swats till the end of the game.

I guess I could really see tomorrow as Black Monday since we’re back to work. Yuck. I hate going back to work after an extended weekend. The five-day week will feel even longer. On the other hand, it does signal a return to normal. Maybe that’s what we need right now. We’ve been sick and sleeping a lot. Maybe being up and about will be good for us. It might even transfer into our sex life. Neither one of us has been thinking about that. It’s difficult to when you can’t stay awake or you’re hot and cold and hot again.

Maybe tonight I’ll have Lion choose from the Box O’Fun. I don’t know if we’ll feel up to doing anything, but it might jumpstart our thinking at least. Perhaps we’ll even feel like snuggling. That would be another step in the right direction.

We’re off to the store in a little while. We both need to pick up prescriptions. By now the craziness of the weekend should have died down. From now until the few days before Christmas, there will just be normal chaos. Is it wrong of me to be wishing it was Christmas already so I can have another few days off?

Our relative silence is due to our joint cold. I’ve been sleeping sixteen hours a day. Today is a bit better. I’m writing this post on my iPad in bed. Did you know that Costco cold pills have a sweet, sugar coating? They do! Don’t you feel better reading that?

A lot of people seem to think that enforced male chastity changes everything. I suppose in the beginning it felt like my world was rocked. It was impossible to ignore the weight and pinches from my chastity device. I loved it! I was living the fantasy.

After a while, the novelty wore off. At that point, I thought about what comes next. From my reading, I learned that a lot of guys ask their key holders to extend their waits. Some work their way up to a year or more between orgasms. That doesn’t feel right for me.

I get it. One way to feel submissive is being forced to sacrifice pleasure for one’s top. Long waits between ejaculations is pretty much the definition of male sexual submission. Believe it or not, even that can grow old.

If novelty is important, sooner or later you’ll give up. Escalation can’t go on forever. One thing I’ve done is to try different devices. I like finding and trying new ways to cage my penis. Mrs. Lion doesn’t care. If she wants me locked up, all she cares about is that I can’t get hard or get off without her permission.

In fact, she doesn’t care if I’m locked or not so long as I don’t engage in any do-it-yourself orgasms. She absolutely cares about my chastity. If she has any doubts about my ability to keep my paws off my penis, she will become a huge fan of locking me up.

I think the the reason we are successful with enforced male chastity is that we both clearly understand our power exchange. Whether I wait one day or twenty, or am locked in a Jail Bird or free range, the rules are the same.

We’ve learned that the key is consistency. Absolute consistency. Want to feel sexually controlled? That’s the only way to do it. Enforced male chastity is about total loss of sexual control. Once we figured that out, we discovered that enforced male chastity is a lifetime state for me.