Lion suggested that he be punished for snapping at me on Christmas day. I was considering it when he snapped at me last night. That was the straw that broke the lioness’s back. He, of course, didn’t think he snapped. He didn’t even think he raised his voice.

I’m a laid back sort of person. I let things go, for the most part. I might have been fine with Lion’s retort if he hadn’t also cut me off and knew what he was talking about. That combination is what did it. The problem is that I didn’t tell him he was in trouble. He didn’t know until I took out a paddle and told him I needed his butt. I suppose it’s a step in the right direction. I was punishing him, after all. That takes a lot. Now I need to work on the confrontation when things happen.

We had a lot going on yesterday. I was catching up on lots of laundry. Lion was playing with his new mixer. He decided he needed flour from this decade so we went to the store. I wasn’t able to make dinner until he was done with whatever step he was on in the bread-making process. We didn’t actually get our showers in to be able to play earlier than we usually do.

Lion got a new masturbation toy the other day. I don’t know how he finds these weird things. It’s sort of like a Fleshlight except it’s electronic. It even has a window you can look through to see it work. It seemed like it should work to some extent, but he said the contact points weren’t where he needed them to be. I guess my tongue’s job is safe.

When we were done with the failed experiment, it was time to taste the bread. He wasn’t happy with how it looked but it tastes great. The loaves aren’t bakery-quality and he thinks there should be more air in them, but you can’t argue with the taste. Oh darn. He’ll just have to keep practicing. Shucks.

As we were eating, he said he was looking forward to lioness fun. It was already past 10. He doesn’t usually like to play that late. But I decided a handjob wasn’t out of the question. The problem is that he’s been getting himself into weird positions lately. When I go to do his eyedrops, he has a knee sticking out the side of the bed and his head is toward the middle. I have to avoid the knee and stretch over the bed for the drops. Last night he made his side of the bed harder so it would be easier for me, but that raises the level and means I’ll be tipping backwards onto my side. Then he angled himself away from me so I had to reach pretty far to jerk him off. I gave up when my arm was going numb. He was disappointed so I went around to give him a blow job. Then he had to move the bed and move himself on the bed. It was just a mess. When I finally got to him I had to start all over getting him hard and I got tired before he got to the edge.

He did have fun, but I still consider it a failure since we had so many hiccups along the way. There’s only one way to deal with it. Get right back up on the horse….um….Lion.

lion wearing chastity device

Male chastity is part of our lives. I think that’s what makes writing a blog on this topic so difficult. It’s why so many come and go within a year or two of starting. If you’re new to this, I’m sure the idea of having your penis locked in a cage and being forced to wait for your next ejaculation is really exciting. Okay, it’s still exciting for me too. The problem for a blogger is that there is a very limited amount of stuff you can write about male chastity. One of my favorite topics is reviewing new hardware. Not that much new stuff comes along. If you look at some of the Chinese websites like dhgate.com, you won’t see anything surprising.

There may well be some amazing-but-undiscovered devices lurking in some dark corner of the web. Until they come into visual range of one of us, they are likely to remain lost. I’m a little surprised that people who design and make these devices don’t research the available outlets where people interested in male chastity go to read. Almost every chastity device manufacturer that I’ve come across, seems relatively uninterested in what their customers are thinking. They seem to be focused on making their products instead of finding and wooing customers. These companies are generally very small businesses, usually just a couple, and they seem to be unaware of their potential customers.

There are two chastity forums that I know of: chastityforums.com and chastitymansion.com. Both sites offer opportunities to present and discuss new products. Sites like ours, provide an opportunity for reviews and discussion. It’s pretty easy to find us. Yet, even established manufacturers don’t seem to see the value of staying in touch with their customers.

1-inch long jail bird
Wearing her chastity device is a constant reminder that I am hers.

This is understandable given that most of these “companies” consist of one or two people. Generally speaking, one, usually the female partner, maintains correspondence with prospective and established customers. In some cases, she also does the design of 3D-printed devices. The other partner handles manufacturing. Manufacturing male chastity devices is either a second job or a full-time activity that doesn’t leave room for promotion.

It’s true that this is a very small market. Potential customers can be numbered in the thousands, not millions. Still, some people like the manufacturer of the CB 6000, do promote and have been rewarded by substantial business. I’m surprised that other device makers haven’t taken notice of this success.

lion's spanked ass
Less permanent but still memorable ways she marks me.

I do my best to root out new devices and if I find one that seems interesting, I contact the manufacturer to find out more. I might even get one to review. Generally speaking, it’s a very good thing to be reviewed by a chastity website. A lot of eyes see my posts. I’m particularly fond of trying and reviewing new devices. I always loved new things. It also gives us a fresh reason to focus on locking me up. It’s been a long time. This isn’t due to Mrs. Lion losing interest; at least not entirely. It’s also due to the fact that after my spinal surgery, I’ve been less than steady on my feet. She feels that the additional challenge of trying to hit the bowl would be too much for me. My balance has improved and maybe this time to add additional control.

I have mixed feelings about this. I enjoy not wearing a cage. It doesn’t mean I have any sexual freedom. I’ve never even been tempted to cheat. It’s more comfortable to be wild. On the other hand it’s exciting to be locked up. I wish Mrs. Lion wasn’t neutral about whether or not I am caged. I suppose that if it were up to me, I’d stay wild. If my lioness wants to make sure I am more aware of her control, the lock should snap shut on a cage.

I really like the idea of something reminding me continuously of her control. It doesn’t have to be a chastity device. It could be something else I wear or could be something more permanent like a piercing or tattoo. I like being marked as hers. This is one thing that I can’t suggest. It’s up to her.

In other news, by the time Mrs. Lion and I got finished cleaning up after Christmas dinner we went to bed. Mrs. Lion commented that she was way too full to go down on me. Instead, she used her hand. I didn’t respond very quickly. She commented that I must be getting spoiled by all the oral attention. I agreed and said that I hoped it would continue. Meanwhile, Mrs. Lion’s hand stayed busily at work on my cock. It did its usual magic and I got very hard and excited.After a while, I reached that plateau I hate so much.

After a while, I told Mrs. Lion that I wasn’t going to be able to go much further, so she stopped. So much for Christmas sex. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Today is Boxing Day. I expect tonight will be lion stuffing night. It’s been a few days since we’ve done anything anal. I know Mrs. Lion is committed to continuing our regular basis.I’m sure you must be getting tired of hearing these rear-end reports.

On the other side of the lion, the last opportunity to orgasm was six days ago (as of December 26). There isn’t a lot to report other than near-daily teasing. I am understandably horny. I’m sure that comes as a great surprise to you. I’m still waiting for my Evotion chastity device. I was informed that there was a bit of a manufacturing problem at the 3D printer so the device had to be rebuilt. Mrs. Lion hasn’t shown any interest in locking me up again. I imagine she is waiting for the new device to arrive.

Knowing her, she hasn’t made any decisions regarding when my next orgasm will occur. There is a reasonably good chance I’ve already had the last one for 2019. I’ve been tracking my sexual activity since January 2016. Once the new year arrives, I’ll publish a status report on that ever-important subject: my sexual activity. I know you can’t wait.

Last weekend I got a brilliant idea to save ourselves a trip to the store and order from Amazon fresh. There were no delivery dates available. Everyone else apparently had my brilliant idea too. We tried to order from the local grocery store’s delivery service, got a favorable date but decided things were more expensive than just going to the store ourselves. I remember Lion adding sweet potatoes to the Amazon cart before ditching that idea. I remember him adding them to the local grocery store cart before ditching that idea. I do not remember him adding them to the physical cart when we were in the store. Nor do I remember unpacking them when I put things away. He clearly remembers picking them out and asking if he’d gotten enough. In any case, I couldn’t find the sweet potatoes anywhere in the house. [Lion — Was I hallucinating?]

There we were, on Christmas day, snapping at each other because the sweet potatoes were hiding. I even jumped in the car with the hopes that a store might be open to get some. Lion loves sweet potatoes and I wanted to get them for him. In the end, we made do with roasted white potatoes and, despite snapping at each other for being in each other’s way and/or not reading each other’s mind, I think dinner preparation went fairly well. My friend joined us and we had a nice visit. [Lion Sounds like a spankable offense to me. Mrs. Lion?]

It was around 9 o’clock when my friend left. Personally, I think if we had dinner earlier, we could visit for a while and things would wrap up earlier, but Lion likes dinner around 6:30. Maybe he thinks the lateness with encourage my friend to leave. The problem is that things take time. By the time Lion and I were settled in the bedroom it was 9:30 and he immediately wanted attention.

I was full from dinner and dessert. I told him I didn’t think oral was in the picture. He grumbled a bit but took what he could get. When a handjob didn’t seem to be working all that well, I told him he must be spoiled by all the recent oral attention. He agreed but said it still felt good. Maybe it was the lateness, maybe it was the turkey, but things did not progress much after that. We held hands for a while and then Lion drifted off to snooze land. Eventually, I drifted off to snooze land too. Then we woke up to go to sleep.

This morning we were up about 8. Not too early. Not too late. I worked Monday and I need to work tomorrow. We’ve had three days together in the middle of the week. I could get used to this. The house, while still nowhere near unpacked, is looking better than ever. The living room is livable. There are random things scattered everywhere but we’ll get there. For the first time in months, I actually think we’ll get there.

And, yes, Lion will get some attention tonight. If all goes well, we’ll have dinner and showers done early. I’ll get back on track with anal play and Lion will have his blow job. Will he get to the edge? Will he have an orgasm? Can he get to either threshold before I decide to stop? That’s up to him. [Lion — No, it isn’t!]

Christmas is always a very emotional time for most people. Mrs. Lion and I like the idea of celebrating it. We like the decorations, the music (for short while anyway), and of course the food. Around Thanksgiving and Christmas the local supermarkets stock up on turkey breasts. It’s difficult to find one the rest of the year. So we bought three and put them in the freezer. We ate one yesterday. It was a nice dinner. Mrs. Lion invited one of her friends who was going to be alone, and the three of us enjoyed a quiet celebration.

Holidays aren’t a big deal for us. Our kids are grown and live far away. I’m an only child and Mrs. Lion’s sister is on the East Coast. As for us, we celebrate every day. I don’t mean that in some sappy way. As you might gather from our posts, every day is special. Mrs. Lion works hard to make me happy and I try to do the same for her. We got our Christmas gifts some time ago. Neither of us is very good at withholding something from the other. That’s not entirely true. Mrs. Lion is absolutely wonderful at withholding orgasms from me.

mrs. lion jerking lion off

Over the years, I’ve come to enjoy the suspense of being aroused, teased, and then having to wait and see whether or not Mrs. Lion will let me ejaculate. I know that some guys prefer to be horny rather than to be satisfied. I am not in that club. But I’m definitely in the vagina-is-in-charge sex-play club. I really like when Mrs. Lion teases me. I also like it when she mentions that she’s going to tease me.

While Christmas and other holidays aren’t actually different from our regular day-to-day life, they are still big fun because we get to be home together. Since we both like to do nice things for one another, sometimes the pleasure can become a little routine. As I’ve mentioned before, sex and play seem to always be the last activities of our day. I wonder what it would be like if on a day we are home together, Mrs. Lion would take a break and lead me into the bedroom for some activities. I would love that! [Mrs. Lion — Before I moved in with Lion, we usually played in the afternoon.]

We took a break from anal on Christmas Eve. Mrs. Lion was worn out and achy from working around the house. I don’t think we need to do this daily. We also talked a little bit about cleanout. Insertion play is more fun for both of us (for obviously different reasons) if everything is free of matter inside my body. We use 7 ounce Fleet enemas for this purpose. They were the largest capacity disposables I could find.

The smaller disposables are designed to help people who are constipated. Anal, pegging, and other rear-end activities for either sex need more cleanout than stimulation for a bowel movement. Many people use enema bags which hold about a quart of water. These are a good idea but require preparation and quite a bit of time to expel all the water. Mrs. Lion doesn’t like that. She prefers something quick and easy. Fleet has been selling 7-ounce disposables on Amazon. This is enough liquid to provide a cleanout for our anal play. [Mrs. Lion – I only remember using the enema bag once and I don’t remember a strong preference one way or the other.]

Aren’t you glad you’re reading this post?

I bring this up because it’s a subject that is often overlooked. Anal is exciting and fun for both partners. The problem isn’t so much that you might encounter poop when doing penetration. It’s that being penetrated when you do have the material in the way, causes an uncomfortable feeling. Getting cleaned out vastly improves the enjoyment of being anally penetrated. It also makes it more pleasant for your partner.

I like it when Mrs. Lion engages in anal activities with me. Not only is it exciting that she does, but it is also another way she can show her sexual control. It’s a very intimate activity that we share. I think that makes it particularly special for both of us. She doesn’t have any particular fascination with my asshole. I don’t have a lifelong craving to be anally fucked. Let’s face it, it’s uncomfortable to learn to relax and allow insertion of whatever Mrs. Lion chooses.

The fact that she is choosing and I am willingly accepting is very exciting to me. No, it doesn’t make me hard. It’s a different kind of arousal. She sees evidence of it later when she plays with my penis. A side benefit of this anal fun is that it stimulates my prostate, which in turn helps generate more semen. On occasions when she allows me to have an orgasm, she considers that extra cream her reward. On other occasions, the prostate stimulation seems to generate precum. She really likes that.

I tend to be a goal-oriented guy. Mrs. Lion is much less focused on results. Years ago, long before we considered male chastity or a Female Led Relationship with Discipline, we did do BDSM play. When she strapped me into the sling, she liked to do anal play. When she first started, she would use her fingers. She said she wanted to be able to get her whole hand inside me. Each time we played that way she would try. While I was able to take larger and larger dildos, I seemed to be stuck on three lioness fingers.

full hand inserted in anus
Mrs. Lion is very close to achieving this. Our new training technique really makes this possible for the first time.

Now that we have decided to take a more focused approach, Mrs. Lion doesn’t stop just because I make some uncomfortable sounding noises. Just as she has learned to ignore my yelps when she spanks me, she ignores the sounds I make when she is penetrating me. Instead, she gauges her progress on how much resistance she feels. She’s learned to use just enough additional pressure to make me relax. When I reach a point when I don’t seem to be able to open wider, she usually either backs off or stops.

This technique has been very successful so far. A few days ago she was able to get four fingers all the way up to her knuckles as well as some of her thumb into me without too much discomfort. She’s learned to begin by letting me get accustomed to the feeling of something inside me by pegging me with the large, training butt plug.

It’s amazing how switching from using dildos to help me relax to using butt plugs has made all the difference in the world. When I think about it, it makes sense. All the dildos do is teach me to relax enough to accept them and then since they are inside, I can close down against them. I don’t learn to be able to relax once they are removed.

large butt plug

Being able to stay open without pressure is critical for fisting. The butt plug, on the other hand, is pyramid-shaped so that I am forced to learn to accept an increasingly larger object and then it suddenly turns into a narrow object when I reach the shoulders of the plug. Then when Mrs. Lion pulls it out I’m forced to open suddenly to the full with and then feel it shrink smaller and smaller as she withdraws it.

Then she inserts it again, essentially pegging me with it. I’m forced to open for the increased width and then feel the pressure to expand suddenly disappear. If I don’t learn to relax and stay relaxed even when the pressure to expand has stopped, it will be uncomfortable when it has to suddenly expand again as the plug is pulled out. Using the plug teaches me to stay open and relaxed.

I watched some porno videos of male anal fisting. I noticed that when the woman withdrew her hand, his anus remained wide open. He had learned to relax and stay relaxed. This made the insertion of her hand or another large object easy and comfortable for him.

Some people think that by learning this relaxation, or as some think, stretching, the anus loses its ability to close tightly. This is untrue. I know several people who have been fisted regularly for many years. They don’t have any problem with incontinence.

I like that Mrs. Lion is teaching me this. Being able to accept her hand is a very intimate thing to do. Male chastity is a negative form of control. By that, I don’t mean it’s bad or wrong. It’s negative because it’s the removal of something: the orgasm, that demonstrates control. Being prevented from pleasure is a way of demonstrating power. Theoretically, the male has no choice but to accept this.

Anal penetration is a positive form of control. It requires cooperation. That doesn’t mean it’s voluntary. Whatever Mrs. Lion chooses to shove up my ass is going to go there whether I want it to or not. However, I have a strong incentive to cooperate. In fact, I will cooperate whether I want to or not. My body will become trained to relax as a way of reducing discomfort. It’s a form of conditioning that will turn something uncomfortable into something very pleasant over time.

This is very similar to my experience with enforced male chastity. In the beginning, while I found it exciting that I was wearing a chastity device, I was also frustrated and annoyed that I kept being teased and not allowed to ejaculate. This was what I wanted to do. But at the same time, I really wanted to come.

That’s the way anal play is going to turn out too