Mrs. Lion put me in a locking cock ring about a week ago. The reason for doing this was to remind her to simulate the atmosphere we had when I wore a chastity device. Yes, the cock ring does permit erections. That didn’t matter since her objective wasn’t to prevent masturbation. The idea was that she would take it off every day or two when she teased me.

A week ago, she jerked me off and then locked the ring on. It hasn’t been off since. She played with me once with the ring in place. The rest of the time, she didn’t go near me. It’s true that I was under the weather for about half of the time. I expected it to be unlocked regularly, just like we did years ago.

It isn’t that there is any particular reason to remove it. It doesn’t get in the way, and I can keep myself clean without removing it. I like wearing it. Of course, it’s more fun if it gets attention. I bought a padlock that fits the ring so that Mrs. Lion can see if that is easier than the security screw she is using now.

Maybe the cock ring wasn’t the best idea to solve this problem. The Box O’Fun worked in the past. It has the same flaw as the cock ring. Mrs. Lion can forget the Box O’Fun as easily as the cock ring. The sex issue is no different from the coffee pot problem if you think about it. It’s a chore (ugh!) that is easy to forget.

Mrs. Lion solved the coffee pot problem with her paddle. Any time I forget to set it up, she spanks me. It’s a simple, binary process. Remember, nothing happens; forget, and get a sore bottom. Even a lion understands that. That arrangement isn’t possible with Mrs. Lion. She gives spankings; I get them.

She admits forgetting sex for me. Sometimes, she has a sore foot or some other ache brought on when dealing with the dog. They are reasons to avoid sexual contact. The reality is that for months now, I’m lucky to feel her hand or mouth (much rarer) more than once a week. We haven’t solved the problem yet.

Maybe I have to accept that there isn’t a solution. Some of our readers said they are in a situation where their wives lose interest in sex and rarely help their husbands get relief. I’m lucky that Mrs. Lion enjoys getting me off when she is in the mood. It’s just that I’ve become a lower priority as time’s gone by. She doesn’t agree. The evidence indicates otherwise.

When she isn’t working or doing a household chore, she is on the bed with her iPad. This is true in the morning before work, during her lunch break, after work, and until she sleeps. It’s an addiction. On weekends, she uses her desktop computer to play games that aren’t on the iPad. She must spend eight hours a day on it.

When she wants to do something sexual, she puts down her iPad (she never does anything sexual without spending at least an hour on it) and takes care of me. Then, she goes back to it. I’m way less interesting than Facebook. I wonder if there is a 12-step program for this.

It feels like this is an escape. Life with me isn’t much fun, I guess. This isn’t a simple problem. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. She spends eight hours a day (on weekdays) working. Another two hours are dedicated to cooking and chores. She sleeps about six hours. The other eight hours are spent on her iPad. Even when we are sexually active, the numbers don’t change much. For my part, I divide my time between writing and watching TV. I like to read, but books are difficult for me to handle with my failed eyesight. I listen to audiobooks when I can. Too much of them put me to sleep.

There are two issues. The one that bothers me is the lack of sexual interaction. It’s what I started writing about. The isolating behavior is much more serious. I decided to share this issue because I want to get it out and maybe help Mrs. Lion think seriously about this addiction. The problem isn’t too little sex. It’s too much Facebook and other iPad stuff.

It’s been a tough couple of days for me. On Thursday, I felt tired, and my sense of balance was bad. Mrs. Lion had to help me to the bathroom. I also leaked. Yuck! On Friday, it was worse. My vision was failing. I couldn’t make out anything on the TV (55-inch flatscreen 10 feet from my eyes). My world was dark. I was terrified. I stayed in bed all day except for shakey, leaky trips to the bathroom.

On Saturday, my vision returned. I’m still very unsteady. I’m very worried that something serious is going on. What a bitch! I hesitate to go to the doctor about this. I would probably have to see 20 specialists. Nope, nope. I think my mind is still working. Of course, I’d be the last to find out if it isn’t.

Mrs. Lion is out in the yard reconfiguring our dog run. The pup can escape now that she is big enough to jump over a bench on our little deck. Through all these problems, I’ve remained locked into my cock ring. It probably would have been easier for me to manage without it. I handled it. Mrs. Lion is right to leave it on.

Sex hasn’t been on my mind. I haven’t even wanted food. Now that I feel a little better, I would love some chicken soup. I also want a nice, long hug. My world has gotten much smaller.

This is how it works at our house. I’m in charge until I’m not.

Yeah, I tend to be too analytical. I like to think that’s a good thing. Maybe it isn’t. I’ve been thinking about the convoluted sexuality that’s evolved in my life. Mrs. Lion and I are pushing a decade of our kinks. That’s not entirely correct. She’s been spanking me for nearly twenty years. But the early years were just not very serious play spankings. They were part of BDSM scenes.

When we began male chastity, the nature of things changed. We acknowledged that Mrs. Lion had the last word. No, she didn’t become a micromanaging mistress. We agreed that she had the absolute right to decide what I should and shouldn’t do.

That meant our day-to-day lives weren’t going to change. She could make rules that she would enforce. If she assigns a chore to me, failing to do it earned me a punishment. In our house, punishment is a spanking. If you’ve been reading our blog, you know that a spanking is a serious ten-minute visit with Mrs. Lion’s paddles. It is absolutely no fun.

Most people would be appalled at my punishments. Domestic discipline could be considered abuse. The reason it isn’t for us is very simple: the idea of being spanked turns me on. Being spanked as punishment is an erotic theme for me too. Actually, getting punished most certainly isn’t. It doesn’t matter. I want Mrs. Lion to spank me for transgressions. I want the spankings to be painful and not a bit sexy. Yet, I get aroused thinking about getting one.

Even though it’s obvious that I need to feel her paddles, I never deliberately break a rule or forget a chore. The “game” is very important to both of us. Mrs. Lion likes “catching” me break the rules. When I do, she spanks me. She doesn’t mind beating me. She doesn’t particularly like doing it. It’s part of the game.

She likes that I know that it will hurt if I break a rule. That’s my side of the game. I have to be careful to stay out of trouble because spankings really hurt. I willingly accept the spanking because the idea of being spanked turns me on.

We have an interesting balance. Mrs. Lion likes catching me. I work hard to avoid giving her anything to catch. Hard as I try, she’ll find something every week or two. When she does, I pay the consequence. She spanks me. My ass is literally on the line.