A Promise Sealed With Steel
Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday raised some questions that may not have definitive answers. No survey can offer much guidance on how often she and I should snuggle or play. Play to Mrs. Lion encompasses any sexual activity as well as things like spanking, pegging, etc. So, if she gets me hard and edges me, that counts as play. Just snuggling and fondling my cock and balls also counts. So, the idea of “playing” every day isn’t as outrageous as it may seem at first.
The idea that we have some sexual contact daily isn’t a bad idea as far as I’m concerned. I wish some of it could be for her. I’m not willing to put any pressure on her to want sexual attention. Sometimes, in my more paranoid moments, I worry that she will find someone else who can turn her on. When I have those dark thoughts, I remind myself that our relationship goes way beyond sex. If she were horny enough to look elsewhere I like to think that I would notice and take care of it at home.
I have no expectation that every night will be more than some snuggling and maybe petting. Lions love petting. The essential element for me is the intimacy. One benefit of me wearing my Jail Bird is that it provides a sort of focus. We established a three-and-a-half-year-long habit of a daily unlock followed by some teasing. Sure, we missed days, but not very many. The cage provided a sort of intimacy focal point.
In fairness, since I have been wild, we snuggle every bit as often as when I wore the device. The difference is that Mrs. Lion appears to feel badly if she misses a night. Part of it may be that we are both a little concerned that without the cage the intimacy will slowly disappear. Of course, the cage may be back either as part of a punishment or full time as it was before my surgery.
The cage is a powerful symbol. We both agreed that its presence drove our return to physical intimacy. The irony of a device intended to prevent sexual contact actually promoted it, didn’t escape us. We both knew that there was no danger I would jerk off or look for other sexual outlets if I didn’t wear the cage. The chastity device represented our power exchange. It was a kind of promise we made to one another; a promise sealed with steel.
Is it the steel that keeps us focused on our promise? Of course it isn’t.
Federation of Kinky Couples
One of my coworkers is leaving so we had a get-together for her last night. Normally I go right home after work. Lion was left to fend for himself for dinner. It wasn’t a problem. There’s plenty of food in the house. Lion wondered when I’d be home. (He gets lonely.) I stayed about an hour and headed home.
We watched TV and didn’t snuggle. We did hold hands for a long time. When it was time for bed Lion remarked that we hadn’t snuggled and joked that it must have been my night off. I thought that holding hands, while arguably not as close as snuggling, counted for something. I wasn’t on my iPad. Lion was kidding about snuggling. But I know he really likes the closeness.
I started to wonder this morning how other couples similar to us interact on a daily basis. They also have chores to do, work, friends, etc. Does one watch TV while the other reads? Are they on the same couch somehow touching? Are they in separate rooms? Is one out with friends? Do they play every night?
I guess some of these questions could be answered if there was a Federation of Kinky Couples with meetings every third Wednesday of the month. Similar to the Lions Club, if you will. Maybe Lion is onto something when he’s looking for some sort of club or organization where we could meet like-minded people. For the moment all I can do is ask you to comment on this post. It’s an informal poll.
I’m not railing against snuggling or playing every night. I’m just curious.
Rain At Last!
My dry spell ended as suddenly as it began. Tuesday night I found myself responsive to Mrs. Lion and got hard soon after she started playing with me. That, of course, isn’t unusual. However, when she masturbated me in earnest, my excitement kept rising and didn’t just stop as it has been. My arousal grew until I reached the edge and then Mrs. Lion stopped.
She soon started again and this time kept going. I had a great orgasm. It was as though all those days of being stuck never happened. I have no explanation for getting stuck and returning to normal. I tried to explain it by associating Mrs. Lion demonstrating control (making me wear panties one day and a diaper the next). But I don’t think that is the entire explanation.
I’ve gotten suggestions that the problem is hormonal and I should get a testosterone test. The fact that the problem had a sudden onset and an equally sudden end. That’s not how hormonal problems generally manifest. There are situational possibilities. I had a rather poor reception of a presentation. That’s a real possibility. We had retreated from our usually active play time. That could be a factor.
Maybe our involvement with male chastity and FLR makes us take things too seriously. Perhaps being under a sexual magnifying glass makes every little glitch look much bigger than it really is. It could be as simple as that. Who knows?
There’s no question that Mrs. Lion’s actions helped me. I’m sure of that. But it doesn’t feel like they clicked a switch. I may be wrong. Maybe the effects of her actions were so subtle I couldn’t feel a causal relationship. Regardless of what brought me back, I’m glad to be home again.
Lioness Logic
Lion was in diapers all day yesterday until about 4:30 when he asked if he could take a shower. I gave him permission and told him he was done with diapers for the day. I think he’d gone through four or five.
When I was in the shower later on, I thought about pegging him. Maybe that would snap him out of his slump. But he’d spent the day in diapers so pegging didn’t seem like too much fun for him. It had been a while since his balls have been tied up and bondage always sets his heart aflutter. I grabbed a rope on my way to the bed.
I separated his balls with the rope and tied them up. For some reason I got him lopsided. One ball looked so tiny in its loop I wasn’t at all sure I hadn’t missed it, but it was there. No matter. The effect was the same. He had bouncing balls as I jerked him off.
I wasn’t surprised when he got hard almost immediately. Between bouncing balls, tickling balls and squeezing them lightly, he didn’t stand a chance. I got him to the edge at least twice. I was debating whether I should let him come or leave him hanging. On one hand he’d been waiting for over a week. That’s been his average for the year. On the other he’d been in a slump. He can’t possibly be all that horny if he’s in a slump, right?
Lioness logic doesn’t always match up with general logic. Good thing I’m the one who makes the decisions. Lion certainly didn’t argue when I decided to give him an orgasm. Sometimes he questions me, but I think he was just happy to be out of his slump. I’m happy too.
