Over Sharing
This blog is a running journal of our adventure in enforced male chastity. Since last February, every sexual event in our lives is chronicled here. In the beginning I was a bit embarrassed with the level of detail I reveal about what most people keep private. You can easily learn every sexual act I have experienced, not only in the text of this blog, but also in the Lion Tracker, which is a database of my (and Mrs. Lion’s) sex life.
All this detail has been useful to us. Mrs. Lion uses it to assure she is keeping her commitment to tease me regularly and to increase the number of times I am edged at various teasing sessions. We record and comment on her orgasms as well. We both read each other’s posts and use the information to make things better for one another.
Over this almost-year, the number of people visiting us has steadily increased. I would like to think that means our sharing is interesting and maybe helpful to our readers. Virtually everyone who reads the Journal has seen pictures of my genitals in and out of my Chastity device. How many of your friends have seen yours? Sadly, since a miniscule number of our readers comment or send us an email, I have no way to know how you react to such an explicit look at me. It might make me blush to find out, but it would be nice to know.
Enforced chastity has become firmly rooted in our lives; so has writing here. Mrs. Lion has always been a very private person, but she now shares every intimate detail of our sex life here. Some of the feedback we have received indicates that following along with our struggles and successes has been helpful in our readers’ lives. That feels really good.
Sometimes I wonder if I happen to meet a reader in a locker room, if I would be recognized by my genitals. Probably not. While every penis is different in subtle ways, we all look enough alike that my anonymity would be safe. One of my early fears was what would I do if someone I know figures out who I am? I realized that the answer is, nothing. Why was that person reading an enforced male chastity blog? Wouldn’t that make her as guilty as I?
All this comes back to the idea of over sharing. That term implies that I am providing you with more than you want. If I were, you wouldn’t be reading this now. And if you know me in real life, and you figured out who I am, go ahead and let me know. We can have a great conversation about how my life affects yours.
Creme-Filled Lion
Yesterday was a good day. My head felt well enough to play with my pet. He was happy to be in the sling again.
I knew I was going to peg him, but to start slowly and introduce some lube, I used my fingers. Lion has wanted me to use a glove because it slides easier. I now understand why men don’t like to use condoms. All I could feel was his warmth and some pressure. I prefer to feel him, but if it’s more comfortable for him I will use the glove. I can also understand how it could be more slippery. It may even facilitate getting my whole hand in there. It’s definitely worth trying.
My favorite part of yesterday, and undoubtedly Lion’s as well, was his orgasm. Between the pegging, the spanking and the edging, he was so ready to come he almost had a ruined orgasm. He gave me a huge snack! No wonder I love making him come.
Today my head is a little worse, but I think I’ll be fine for my orgasm later. I think Lion might be looking forward to it more than I am. We both love to make each other come. Just another reason we are perfect for each other.
Sunday Is My Lioness’ Turn
As described by Mrs. Lion in her post yesterday, I had a great time in my sling. I was teased, spanked, and very well pegged. That was followed by fantastic oral sex and a great juicy orgasm for me. When we were done, Mrs. Lion announced that my next orgasm will be on our first chastity anniversary, January 13. That, of course, is only a few days away. She pointed out that we have to celebrate occasions properly. I had to agree, of course.
She also announced that her next orgasm will be today. I’m delighted that she feels well enough to enjoy my attention again. I hope she will permit me to please her orally this time. Mrs. Lion tastes wonderful and I love the sounds she makes when she is ready to come. I love licking my wife. I love making her come any way she wishes.
My cell phone has been buzzing with text messages. Mrs. Lion is sure they are from my girlfriend. I told her they were from USPS (post office with the progress of my cage back to Mature Metal). She said, was that my lover Ursula? My lioness has a great sense of humor. I am still uncaged and it is likely I will be that way on our chastity anniversary, unless Mrs. Lion decides to lock me up in the Chinese cage. She probably won’t. She doesn’t like dealing with putting it on me.
It feels odd being wild. I don’t feel any temptation to masturbate. Nearly a year in the chastity device may have begun to cure me of that habit. I may be learning that my penis isn’t mine at all. I have to admit that I thought enforced chastity only worked as long as I was incapable of experiencing arousal or orgasm because of the device locked on my cock. For me, at least, there is also a powerful mental component. I don’t want to play with myself. I wonder how long this would last if I remain wild. My guess is that after a while, if not given release by Mrs. Lion, I would probably masturbate. I do like to come.
I don’t think this is a weakness of my character as much as my nature, which Mrs. Lion hasn’t been inclined to try to change. Rather, like a dam, she is not stopping the river of my libido, she is just letting a lake of desire form before allowing any overflow. We both enjoy each other’s orgasms as well as our own. So our enforced chastity is about establishing Mrs. Lion’s sexual control, not stopping my opportunities for release.
Over the last year we have both learned a lot. Mrs. Lion, I believe, is enjoying the power over me and the things we do for play. It doesn’t turn her on, but she said it is fun for her. I can’t argue with that. When I topped, the things I did to my bottoms didn’t really arouse me. They were just fun for me to do. It was the fun that made me want to do more and to come up with new diversions to further amuse me. I hope that Mrs. Lion will get to that point too. Based on recent events, I am pretty sure that is what she is doing now. I am a very lucky lion indeed.
Mr. Weenie’s Workout
Lion was plugged and pulled last night. I told him he would be better off having a butt plug in last night than having me ram a dildo into his “virgin” ass today. I figured his butt needed a little warm up. He agreed. He had the plug in for about three hours. Not a record, but still a long time since it’s been a while. Mr. Weenie found himself all tied up in a rope. I lassoed his balls and then wrapped the rope around his cock, fashioning a homemade cage. The rope cage had him stretched out rather than crammed into the Jail Bird. And I had access to the head which I don’t with the cage.
He wasn’t in his rope cage for long anyway. I wanted to tease Mr. Weenie. I don’t know how many days I missed playing with him, but I figured he needed a good workout. I edged him five times. I stopped short of breaking him. Then I decided to suck him. I think I got him close two more times. I didn’t ask how horny he was before we started but I’m sure he was horny when we stopped. He wants to come very badly. And he will. But first he has to be pegged and spanked and edged a few more times. I need to make up for lost time.
I suppose Lion can learn right now that his next orgasm will be on our chastity anniversary. He probably figured that out already. I don’t usually let milestones go by without letting him come. Yesterday I decided that my next orgasm will be tomorrow, assuming I feel well enough. As usual, I care more about when his next orgasm is than my own. But we’ll shoot for tomorrow. Today is his day. And Mr. Weenie will have another workout today.
