Month: April 2019

My boss is training two people right near me this afternoon. As a result, I can’t concentrate on work. It’s the perfect time to write a post.

This morning I was doing some research into Lion’s upcoming surgery. I happened upon something interesting about the medications he’s been on. Now, it didn’t mention the medications by name, but it said that glaucoma medications can cause impotence. Hmmmm. This makes me wonder if the drugs are causing some of Lion’s problems lately. We’ve agreed that more research is needed.

I don’t think Lion has been much in the mood for sex since his orgasm. I couldn’t tell you what day he had an orgasm. I know it was a few days ago. I’m assuming his lack of interest is partly because of his doctor appointments and the surgery. He feels like he’s just falling apart. And he feels bad for me that I’m stuck with him.

First of all, I’m not stuck with him. I want to be with him. If he’s falling apart, by the time we get done fixing all the pieces, he’ll be a new man. Presto change-o.

Lion suggested that he could take a shower by himself tonight. He said it won’t be as much fun but he thinks he can do it. I think he can, but I’d feel better if I was there as standby. I’ll be there in the shower but let him do all the work. If he needs my help, I’ll be right there. If not, I’ll still be right there. Once we’re both convinced he can handle it on his own, I won’t need to be right there.

[Lion — I’m very grateful for Mrs. Lion working so hard to help me. I’m glad she’s so devoted to making sure I’m okay. Truth be told, I love having her bathe me. But I hate imposing on her.]

We didn’t write posts yesterday. I had an 8 AM appointment with my ophthalmologist and Mrs. Lion needed to drive me to it. I also had another medical appointment later in the day. We were both exhausted after getting up at 5 AM driving to the hospital. At my appointment the doctor determined that I will need surgery on one eye. I’m presently scheduled for that surgery next Monday. It’s not a big operation and recovery should be pretty quick.

Needless to say, sex hasn’t been on my mind. All these health-related issues are exhausting. They’ve also put financial pressure on us since Mrs. Lion has had to miss a lot of work. I’m lucky; my job includes paid sick leave. Hopefully, we are getting close to the end of this process. I may need to extend my leave by a week or so but there is light at the end of the tunnel.

It feels to me that the usual bloggers have been writing less frequently lately. I suppose it’s natural to kind of run out a wind after a while. I do miss reading about their lives. Of course, new bloggers have come in sharing their thoughts. So far, none have captured my imagination. Most seem to be regurgitating the same old chastity fantasies I’ve been hearing for decades.

It’s too bad. Mrs. Lion and I have grown immensely over the years thanks to our practice of enforced male chastity. What we do is probably not like what anyone else does, so what?

We received an email that brings up a typical issue when many people start out with enforced male chastity:

“My husband has brought chastity into our lives 4-5 times. It makes him more focussed in his ability to get things done, and more focussed on me (actually noticing me and doing nice things for/to me). However, he wants me to administer punishments when he is’bad'(eg. Bad attitude, look at porn, etc). I hate this. It just makes me feel like his mother, another responsibilty to add to my list. I already have one toddler, I don’t need another one. I want a partner/husband/best friend, and not another responsibility. I feel like, ‘grow up, be an adult and be responsible for yourself’. I seem to be able to change or regulate my behavior own without punishments, why the hell can’t he? I have never seen any blog, etc deal with this aspect of chastity. I would appreciate some thoughts from both of you.”

I find that understanding enforced male chastity is a little bit like learning how to forecast the weather. In the beginning, people observed the weather, and then invented myth to explain what was happening. There was a certain amount of accuracy in forecasts based on these observations. However, they weren’t reliable and couldn’t really look out far into the future.

The same is true with kinks like ours. You can observe guys who talk about being locked in a chastity device and you can invent explanations as to why they behave the way they do. You can also invent explanations for why a couple would adopt such a practice. The most obvious reason would be that the man could feel submissive and his partner would get all kinds of sexual and domestic benefits out of his penis imprisonment.

An awful lot of people start out on their chastity adventures expecting this set of scenarios to work in their lives. It’s almost never successful. The reason is very simple. All these myths are based on fantasies surrounding little bits of reality. It’s like observing a thunderstorm and explaining it as a deity being angry and banging celestial drums.

Only when global activities of wind, tides, and thousands of other meteorological events are considered together can weather forecasting be truly accurate. Similarly, only when we look at our own motives for any sort of sexual practice can we begin to understand how to turn it into something that will benefit a relationship.

Whether or not I wear a chastity device has absolutely no impact on the power exchange that Mrs. Lion and I share. Yes, it’s sexual. And yes, the chastity device does lend physical restraint to the control she has. But in reality, I asked for this control and I’m an adult. That means that as a mature person I’m not going to take advantage of the fact that my penis is not behind bars. Mrs. Lion knows this.

She knows that I like wearing the chastity device. I like the feeling of bondage. I like knowing that I can’t escape (yes, I know I really can) and she is the only one who can release me and give me sexual relief.

None of this requires me to give her extra sexual attention. I don’t have to do the dishes, iron the clothes, or vacuum the rugs. What we have is a sexual control power exchange.

I just hope that if you’re considering enforced male chastity either as a caged mail for his keyholder, that you realize this is the total extent of what you’re doing. If he suggests, or more likely, you read in some silly blog, that all sorts of other things have to happen, you’ll remember my words.

I’m not claiming that you can’t add in all this other stuff. Absolutely, you can! You just don’t have to. I suggest starting simple and ignoring all the more complex advice find around the web. After you do the simple stuff for a while, you may want to add extras. But it’s usually way better if you just start out with penis control and save the social engineering for later.

I gave Lion a more comprehensive bikini wax than I did some days ago. Obviously, with more lighting, I could see better and what I saw was all the fur I’d missed on his balls. Long fur. So I cleaned that up. And I waxed the area from his belly button to mid-thighs. This is the original hair-free zone. I hadn’t waxed him in about six weeks and I wasn’t sure how long it would take and how long my back and legs would last. Plus, the dog had a spa date at 5.

We were done a little before 4 and this gave us time for a de-waxing shower. I used the orange no-strip wax. This seems to be the easiest to work with. I can even peel it off my gloves once it sets. That way I don’t have to keep changing gloves because you know I’m going to get it on me. Despite the ease of removal, there are always some remnants. Those tiny edge pieces that are almost impossible to peel off.

So Lion was fur free in the middle, we ate dinner early while the dog was being pampered and we were home by 6:30. Lion said he thought some of his issues with making it to the edge were because we were waiting too late to try. I pointed out his propensity to take a nap around 8 and he said we need to try even earlier than his nap time. On a week day this may not work out so well. By the time I get home, make dinner, do the dishes, take a shower and wait for my hair to dry even just a little, it’s time for his nap. However, last night everything worked out perfectly for some fun.

I started with my hand and got him a little excited. Then I tried my mouth. He liked that. But when I moved around to actually give him a blow job, he was soft. Ordinarily this isn’t a problem. I like sucking him when he’s soft and feeling him get hard while he’s in my mouth. Except, he wasn’t getting hard. I was running through my repertoire and he still seemed to be having trouble. So much for his idea that we need to start early. And then I felt him getting harder.

Once he was hard I didn’t want to scare him off so I kept varying things. There was no rush. I just wanted to make him feel good. No sudden movements. Don’t frighten the erection. Keep it going. And by the time he was moaning softly, I knew he was going to have an orgasm. I wasn’t stopping with just edging. If I did that he might not get going again. Nope. On to glory.

Afterwards, he told me that whatever I was doing toward the end was great. It really got him going. Yeah? What was I doing? He couldn’t tell me. He didn’t know if it was the motion, the speed, the tilt of the earth, but it was great.

Damn! If only I knew what I did I might be able to do it again. Oh well. If at first you do succeed, try, try again.

At last! I finally got over the top and ejaculated. Mrs. Lion had to work very hard to get me there. Last night, she gave me oral sex and I found myself climbing closer and closer to the peak. Unlike every prior night, I made it all the way over the top. She kindly allowed this to happen. After 13 days it felt very good to finally have an orgasm.

It really wasn’t the wait that bothered me. Yes, 13 days is a long time for us, but it isn’t terrible. The real issue was the fact that no matter how hard she tried he couldn’t get me excited enough to ejaculate. I truly felt broken. I have no idea why this became such a difficult thing for me.

The orgasm itself wasn’t one of the best I’ve ever had. It was a little uncomfortable when it started almost stinging a bit. However, that sensation disappeared and ecstasy replaced it. I wish I could understand exactly why my body is doing this.

Yesterday, Mrs. Lion continued waxing me. I went downstairs to our dungeon/gym/waxing studio. It was the first time I went to the basement since surgery in mid-March. I was a little wobbly getting down the stairs, and a lot more wobbly going back up. But I made it. Mrs. Lion made a point of keeping me aroused during much of the waxing. She discovered that under the bright lights in our studio, a lot of pubic hair was missed when she waxed me in our bedroom last week. She redid that, did my butt and my inner thighs. Today she plans to continue the process and will probably wax either my legs or chest.

Could it be that the physical attention from the waxing helped excite me enough to ejaculate? It’s hard to deny that I enjoyed the attention. Mrs. Lion also gave me my blow job earlier in the evening than she usually does. That was helpful for me. As the evening wears on I tend to not off in front of the TV. While it’s kind of fun to watch, I don’t find the shows all that gripping.

It’s kind of funny to consider that waxing my body is a sort of foreplay. Maybe it is. I definitely like the way I look and feel now. I also feel much more relaxed since I’ve finally been able to get over the hill and have an orgasm. Thank you Mrs. Lion!

Top