Both male chastity and domestic discipline are strongly related. Male chastity is a sexual game that turns sexual control over to another person. Those of us who practice this long-term generally stop wearing the hardware and accept control without the need for devices to keep our hands off our cocks. I admit that part of the fun of male chastity is being locked into a male chastity device that makes erection impossible. It’s hot, but at this point, unnecessary.
Maybe this sexual game ushered in our disciplinary marriage. That fateful night in December 2013, when I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me into a male chastity device, we had a short discussion that changed everything for me. She asked why I wanted my penis locked up. I told her that it would prevent me from masturbating. She was surprised.
It turned out that she had no idea that I jerked off. I had been doing it two or three times a week. She hadn’t been particularly interested in sex, and I was filling in. Without any prompting from me, she announced that I was never to jerk off again. Then she said that she wanted me to do it right then. She wanted to see how I did it. I did while she watched. Then she locked me into the Chinese male chastity device I found on Amazon.
I was locked up in various devices 24/7 for over three years. There were some breaks when a device irritated me, and we waited for a replacement. About a month in, I got a Mature Metal Jail Bird. Then, I was locked continuously until I needed shoulder surgery three years later. During that time, Mrs. Lion would unlock me for teasing and occasionally orgasms. Almost all were handjobs. She was very good at teasing me and making me come with her hand. My hand was never allowed to get involved.
We’re now in our eleventh year, and I haven’t jerked off once. Mrs. Lion has complete control of my sexual activity. It’s become a normal part of our lives. I can tell her I’m horny, and she may or may not get me off. I usually have to wait a few days before she makes me come. Often, it doesn’t happen until a day or two of a spanking. Spankngs take precedence in our house.
Speaking of spankings, Mrs. Lion has been spanking me almost since we first met. It took her a while to learn how to make a serious impression on me. I asked her to make and enforce rules. The process of doing this has been difficult. She still has a problem punishing me, but she has no problem spanking me. Connecting discipline with spanking gives her some trouble.
My interest in this power exchange began with sexual control and evolved into domestic discipline. I don’t think this is a usual path. Many of the men who want domestic discipline hate the idea of any sexual connection. Maybe there isn’t one for them. There certainly is for me.
I wish I could better explain it, but male chastity and then domestic discipline add a kind of emotional balance to my life. It isn’t that I’m out of control and need Mrs. Lion’s paddle to help me with anger or alcohol. I don’thave problems like that. I forget chores, interrupting and acting as a know-it-all sometimes. Mrs. Lion has written that those things bother her. She still hasn’t managed to punish me for those offenses consistently. I wish she would. When she is more active with her paddles, we both seem happier and in better balance.
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