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I like happy endings. I don’t mean just orgasms for me. I like stories that end well. It turns out that I may like them too much–no, not the orgasms, the other ones. I’ve been working on a book for some time. It’s got nothing to do with chastity or spanking. It’s a sort of fairy tale where a woman has her dream come true. I resist adding obstacles in her path. I want everything to go right from the beginning to end.

Yeah, I realize that doesn’t work. All sunshine and buttercups are boring. It’s just that every time I set up something bad, I rush to have her overcome it. Dull, dull, dull! I’ve given my draft to a few people to read. Mrs. Lion liked the story. Another beta reader has a long list of suggestions. She likes the story but thinks I need to make things harder for my protagonist. I haven’t heard back from the third reader yet.

I’m discouraged because I felt good about balancing good and bad in the story. One agent asked for the full manuscript and rejected it without comment. Maybe writing isn’t what I should be doing. At least perhaps I should give up on writing commercial fiction. I know I can write hot porn. The problem is that I have no idea how to sell it.

The problem with being an unknown (in the book world) writer is that I have no way to let people see my work. If I self-publish, nobody will discover the novel exists. Advertising is too expensive for me. PR takes a skill set that I don’t possess. Since I don’t have anything better to do, I keep making my story better. That sounds like a good thing. I don’t think it’s healthy for me. I’m getting discouraged.

It feels like I can’t do anything right. Do I keep revising? Do I try to find something less demanding? I have to keep trying until I run out of energy and self-confidence. The only question is whether I will succeed before my tank is dry.

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In: Male Chastity

Whatever was wrong with me is going away. I’m not falling asleep before noon. My sex drive hasn’t returned. That makes being a sex blogger more difficult. Maybe it’s not gone, just waiting for something new to happen. I’m not having any sexual fantasies. The closest thing to having one is when I go to sleep imagining that Mrs. Lion is spooning with me. My impulse is comfort, not orgasm. That’s just not going to cut it on our sex blog.

Enough whining. Sex, aside from being a primal need, is also a pretty interesting form of human transaction. The transactional nature is particularly visible in the world of kink. Male chastity is an excellent example. To an outside observer, the practice looks like the sexual enslavement of a hapless male. His penis is only available for urination. Erections and ejaculation are prevented by cruel devices locked around his penis.

OK, students, who benefit from enforced control of the male? If you read the male chastity stuff on the Internet, it’s obviously the cruel woman who holds the key to the lock on his male chastity device. She can use his desperation to get sexual release to make him do anything she wants. Ejaculation comes at a price.

Question: Who gets aroused reading about this power exchange? The woman? Is male chastity a way to stack the sexual deck so that she can get orgasms on demand? Is it a way to finally get him to do the laundry? That doesn’t make sense. In the first case, how many women want to believe that the only way to get their mates to please them sexually is to blackmail them into doing it? Yuck. How many men would agree to be locked up if the only way they could get off was by doing non-sexual chores?

See where this is going? The real transaction is that it’s exciting to some men to feel that their partners control their sexual pleasure. It’s a game, a boy game initiated by the male. If you think about it in that context, it makes sense. Sure, the male is kept from sexual pleasure for a while, sometimes a long time. He still gives his partner attention. She knows it isn’t because she has the key. It’s because he is her partner and wants to please her.

Mrs. Lion and I have continuously played this game for over eight years. We do it knowing full well that we will do anything for one another, game or no game. Mrs. Lion plays because she knows that I like it because she loves me. I am grateful.

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In: Lion's Journal

I have had it with people who politicize COVID. The CDC issues confusing guidance largely because they fear blowback from people with non-medical agendas. Others, including some sex bloggers, suggest that getting or not getting vaccinated is a way of supporting a particular political party.

Other epidemics brought people together to fight the disease. Think of polio and the deadly flu of the early 20th century. The press was full of news about the disease, not what some politician says is true or false. Let’s take a few minutes to pull the politics out of the conversation.

  1. There are effective vaccines that prevent or vastly reduce the seriousness of COVID. Over 90 percent of people hospitalized for the disease were not vaccinated. Almost all deaths from the disease are unvaccinated people. I don’t know about you, but three free injections offer a lot of protection with no risk. No brainer. The noise including questionable statistics, comes from people who want to politicize the disease.
  2. Masking reduces transmission. It isn’t perfect, but the evidence is overwhelming that if people wear masks, transmission is almost eliminated. Yes, it’s a little uncomfortable to wear a mask, but not so horrible that it makes sense to fight over wearing one.
  3. Vaccination and masking are not just to protect the people who use them. If you are infected, your mask will almost certainly protect the people around you from getting sick. COVID is most transmissible beginning three days before symptoms appear and lasting through the first week of symptoms. The only way to reduce transmission is for everyone to wear a mask when indoors around other people.
  4. None of these precautions are perfect. You might get sick even if vaccinated and boosted and you wear a mask. You won’t get as sick and probably won’t need to go to the hospital. You will protect people around you from getting sick too.

It’s entirely too easy to claim that people who don’t share your political beliefs are forcing these odious restrictions on you. You can make it a political cause to resist the tyranny of contagion control. Or, you can calm down and realize that all of us are united in the effort to get COVID out of our lives. Use that last grain of compassion to help protect all of us from a serious disease.

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In: Domestic discipline, Male Chastity

I don’t write as much as I used to about male chastity. When it was new, I was fascinated by the feelings of being locked in a chastity device evoked. Desire was amplified. I wanted to ejaculate now! Over time, those feelings subsided. Wearing a steel device around my penis became less of a novelty. It was just part of me. I stopped thinking about jerking off. I still got horny. My penis would try to get hard inside its cage. That amused Mrs. Lion.

Eventually, that stopped too. I only got hard when Mrs. Lion stimulated me after removing the device. After three years of continuous lockup, I forgot that I could get myself off. That’s a good thing because my lioness forbids it. Sans hardware, my chastity is enforced by Mrs. Lion’s power. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to get myself off. I haven’t done it since December 2013.

If you fantasize about this sort of sexual control, you may want to rethink your kink. Based on my experience, there’s no turning back once you go this way. I am not controlling my desire to get myself off with willpower or commitment to my lioness. I am no longer interested in doing it. If she asked me to jerk off, I doubt I would be successful. I’ve been conditioned away from self-gratification.

The same is true of domestic discipline. For the first few years, it was sexy fun. Well, I didn’t get turned on by being spanked, but I got excited thinking about it. I sometimes get aroused thinking about spanking, but it is an infrequent event. Punishment is simply part of our marriage. Most of the readers of this blog probably consider spanking sexually motivated. That’s normal and a very good incentive to keep up with the practice.

Eventually, DD becomes a routine activity. If I break a rule or annoy Mrs. Lion, I get spanked. There is no fuss or ceremony. She brings out the spanking bench. I lie on it, and she straps me down. Then, I get my punishment. One offense gets me ten minutes of strong spanking. Additional offenses earn me an additional five minutes for each one.

There is nothing fun about it. Mrs. Lion considers spanking me as a task she does routinely. It doesn’t turn her on. She isn’t moved by how much the spanking hurts me. I usually make a lot of noise that she ignores.

My point is that if you consistently do something, it will eventually become a routine part of your life. Be careful what you ask for.