We spent Saturday moving our camper to the new house, shopping for needed items, and generally running around. We were both really tired by the time we got home. Mrs. Lion prepared a nice dinner and we ate in bed. Then we settled in for an evening of TV watching. Neither of us brought up the subject of the spankings I am owed as well as snuggling. We were just happy to be comfortable.

For the next few days our focus is going to be on getting things packed and ready for the movers on Friday. I hope we’ll have time for some other activities but I’m not optimistic. The priority now has to be getting ourselves out of this house and into the new one. It’s amazing how much junk we moved from the East Coast 14 years ago. It’s equally amazing how much we’ve accumulated on top of that since then. On Friday we had two very large trucks and three strong men here getting rid of the stuff we don’t need. They filled both trucks. We still have at least another truckload for them to remove after we do our move to the new house.

It’s critical that we get rid of as much as possible. The new house is about half the size of this one and we both agree that we need to be considerably more mobile. I’m pretty stressed out when I look around and see how much is still remaining to do. Compounding all this is the fact that my vision isn’t very good and I’m still not that steady on my paws.

We will keep slogging along.

Yesterday we were supposed to meet an electrician at the new house at 11. We decided to move the camper when we met him. Then he had an emergency so meeting him was moved to late afternoon.

I had to do a lot of running back and forth to get to the point of even hitching the camper. I hate this back and forth and forth and forth nonsense. I was already cranky before we got on the road. Little did I know how much trouble I’d have threading a 33 foot camper between a fence and a hedge. Eventually I got it where we wanted it and then we did what we always do when we go to the house: we played “I think this would fit here better, don’t you?” Basically we used the whole day for moving the camper and meeting the electrician. No packing.

I was exhausted by the time we got home. I wished we had something that could be just thrown in the oven for dinner. No such luck. After I made dinner, I rested while the Tylenol kicked in. I was cold, which is weird for me because I’m usually too hot. That’s the true signal my body was annoyed with me.

I didn’t even think of snuggling. I hurt too much to move. Lion was snoozing on and off anyway. He hasn’t been sleeping well. I might if he could. I’m sure that makes me hurt more. I was too tired to swat Lion. He’s annoyed me more than once but I’m too tired to care.

This morning, I told Lion I plan on sleeping the entire month of October. Not really. I’ll go to work and take him to whatever doctor appointments he has. I’m sure there’ll be lots of unpacking to do, but I don’t want to do anything or go anywhere. I think I’ve earned some time off. As soon as I get enough unpacked to function, I’m off duty.

As Lion wrote, our troll, Wayne, made a comment that we only think about sex and I only think about hurting Lion. Well Wayne, I spent most of yesterday not thinking about sex or how to hurt Lion. As a matter of fact, I spend most days not thinking about sex or how to hurt Lion. These activities occupy very little of our time. If you’d like, I can do a minute by minute run-through of my thoughts and activities for any given day. I’m sure you’d see how average my life is. Better yet, come help us move.

This weekend is busy and tiring for both of us. We have to pack for our move next week and we have to take care of business at the new house as well. Unfortunately, we can’t divide and conquer. I can’t drive at this point so we have to be in the same place at the same time. I’m confident we’ll get everything done, but it’s wearing us to a nub. Friday night was full of surprises. Despite the stress she is under, Mrs. Lion found time and energy to give me one of the most severe spankings to date. Worse, for me, I managed to get some broth on my shirt at dinner Friday night. Mrs. Lion added four more spankings to the three I had coming.

We also snuggled and Mrs. Lion gave me a hand job all the way to orgasm. What a surprise! It’s only been three days since the last one. I’m not complaining. It felt great. When we woke up on Saturday, I woke up at the ungodly hour of 4 AM and Mrs. Lion woke up a couple of hours later, I could still feel the effects of that spanking. Lioness 3.0 is definitely in residence.

Yesterday, we moved our camper from the old house to the new one. This wasn’t as simple as hitching up for a vacation. We had to pull up a power cord we use to keep our batteries charged as well as hitch with me less able to help. Mrs. Lion’s knees were aching by the time we got the camper on the road. When we got to the new house it was very difficult for her to back it into our narrow driveway. She persevered and with a lot of skill managed to put it exactly where we needed it.

We also did some important shopping and explored a little, local market that features fruit and vegetables from nearby farms. It was fun. Because of my recent medical issues, the lion’s share of the work is being done by her. It’s difficult for me to avoid falling over right now. I am walking more steadily but I’m nowhere near capable of doing much on my own. The doctors say I will continue to improve but no one assure how much of my original balance I’ll get back.

I got a comment to my post yesterday from an apparently-steady reader and critic named Wayne. He can put together reasonably good sentences, but clearly lacks even basic understanding of what it means to read a blog dedicated to a specific subject. Check this out:

“As usual, your content makes no sense at all. I am constantly amazed that the only thing that interests you and your wife is sex and writing about sex. Your blog takes a great deal of time and effort. You post constantly. Such a shallow life. You, constantly thinking and writing about your dick and your perversions. Her constantly thinking of how to hurt you.and telling the world how much she enjoys hurting you. Such a waste of the life given to you. Here’s an idea. Try doing something for your community instead of constantly thinking and doing only for yourself.”

I usually put stuff like this directly into the trash. I don’t waste your time wading through mindless vitriol. I decided it might be amusing for you to see the kind of wackos who take time trying to school Mrs. Lion and I on improved life skills. It blows my mind that even a simpleton like Wayne can’t figure out that I don’t think constantly about sex and other “perversions”. Just because each of us writes a post every day, doesn’t mean we have no time for anything else.

Wayne, sex blogs are dedicated to posts about sex. No one forces you to read them. Not only do we not demand that you enjoy the kind of things we do, we don’t give a crap whether you like it or not. We write about what we do. We also throw stuff in about the non-sexual parts of our lives. I’m sure a portion of our readership thinks we’re a little bit off. Others get good information and even do the same things we do. Heaven forbid!

Being a sex blogger does cloister me from the minimus spewing of insults and generally meaningless diatribes. I can edit anything you see. Most of our readers are sympathetic to our way of life, if you aren’t. But the bottom line is the Internet is a self-selecting medium. People find and read what they’re interested in. A small number seek out things that offend them and then try to convince the writers of the errors of their ways.

Fortunately, idiots like Wayne rarely find their way to our blog. Even more rarely, do they take the energy and time to let us know just how wrong we are. That brings me to the reason I’m taking up our time talking about him. No matter what you think of what Mrs. Lion and I do, you have to believe that we are completely devoted to one another. In many ways these are times that would challenge any marriage.

Mrs. Lion is being challenged by the physical stress and emotional concern my condition causes her. What isn’t stressed is our marriage. No matter what happens physically, we both believe the most important thing in our lives is our relationship with one another. We will do whatever it takes to get through together. I don’t think Mrs. Lion has ever even considered for one second her life without me. I can say without any doubt that I have never even imagined not being with her.

You see, Wayne, our sexual practices work for us. We don’t fight, we don’t cheat, we do everything we possibly can to make each other happy. When I came home from the hospital last spring I could do almost nothing for myself. I couldn’t even sit up in bed. Mrs. Lion took complete care of me. By all rights I should’ve been in a nursing home. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be with her. And, she wanted to be with me.

Yes, this is a sex blog. Yes, some of the things we do are pretty far from mainstream. But if we are nothing else, we are a really good example of a couple completely in love and devoted to each other. I think that comes through in our writing. I hope it’s one of the reasons you read us. Next post, back to our nasty, perverted sex!

male chastity meme

If you think this is the way male chastity works, you are kidding yourself.

After many years of involvement with writing and reading about male chastity, I think I can say without much controversy that this is a male-initiated practice. There are a few exceptions. Thanks to blogs like ours, some dominant women have discovered chastity devices and locked their partners up. By and large, this is a male hobby.

Obviously, I’m a chastity fan. I’ve been reading about, testing, and ultimately wearing a chastity device for six years now. I’m still turned on by this practice. Over the years, I’ve written about my obsession with this. I’ve also read what others have said and tried to make some sense out of this irrational concept. Think about it. I get turned on thinking about wearing a device that denies me the ability to have any sexual pleasure. Further, I get turned on thinking about the fact that my keyholder, in my case Mrs. Lion, has the only key that will free my penis from its prison.

I get turned on thinking about not being able to get turned on. How crazy is that? That’s not my only perversion. I also get turned on thinking about receiving a spanking that I will hate from the first swat. Like other guys who share this interest, I enjoy reading about scenarios where a locked male is tormented by his keyholder.

Women don’t see male chastity the same way. Mrs. Lion enjoys looking at my uncaged penis. She also likes to play with it without having to use a key. She doesn’t see anything inherently erotic about locking me in a chastity device. I think you have to own a penis to understand why it’s exciting.

I imagine that women don’t spend a lot of time thinking about their partners’ junk. It’s different for us men. That little bit of skin dangling between our legs is the source of our most primal pleasure. It drives us to do amazingly stupid things sometimes. We spend entirely too much time talking about it. Nature programs us to be this way. So, from our point of view all those fantasies about tormenting us by keeping us locked in various scenarios make sense. These are stories with the penis as the hero.

There’s absolutely no reason to imagine that our partners find those fantasies hot at all. They may get turned on by seeing the way we react when they act them out with us, but there really isn’t anything inherently sexy about using our penises as a tool for control.

They may find it fun to see us frustrated. They may enjoy the way we allow ourselves to be controlled by their relationship with our penises. At the end of the day, all of these activities for them fit into the category of sex. At best, they consider all this activity to be scene based; another form of foreplay.

I’m not saying that there is an unbridgeable chasm between men and women when it comes to male chastity. I am saying that it’s unreasonable to expect a woman to react positively to the fantasies that drive us crazy about being locked in a chastity device. If you can’t build a bridge, how can you make male chastity work?

Mrs. Lion and I have successfully incorporated male chastity into our marriage. It isn’t at all the way the fantasies go. I imagined that she would use my ever-growing need for release as a way of controlling behavior. Those are really hot fantasies, aren’t they? Well, she didn’t bite when I made that kind of suggestion. I could see myself dripping with desire, being forced to wait extra days because I broke a rule. I did suggest that to her after I had been locked up for a while. She shot that idea down immediately.

Another highly unsuccessful fantasy is that the cage is used as a way to prevent compulsive, furtive masturbation. Guys will say that they can’t resist jerking off to porn or other visual stimuli. The only way to prevent this undesirable behavior is to lock up their penises. They also claim that they need very secure devices because their compulsion will drive them to escape. This is hot to a lot of people. None of them, I think, are women. Let’s face it, how desirable are you as a sex partner if you can’t keep it in your pants except when you’re with her?

A third fantasy says that locking the penis provides needed incentive to stimulate unselfish sex. The male contends that if he’s locked away, he will be anxious to provide endless oral sex and other female-satisfying fun. The implication is that he is unwilling to provide pleasure to his partner without the incentive of getting his penis unlocked for sex if he does a good job. How insulting is that? I am completely willing to do anything sexual that pleases my lioness. I don’t need my penis held for ransom in order to lick her to ecstasy over and over. What does that say about you if you propose that you need a cage to provide unselfish sex? Yuck!

You get the point. The hottest fantasies about male chastity have little-to-no appeal to your partner. Don’t despair. If you recognize that being locked in a chastity is for your pleasure, not hers, you can help her find ways to have fun with male chastity. In our case, Mrs. Lion gets most of her pleasure during those times when I’m unlocked and she is teasing me. She enjoys my frustration and finds it fun to see me humping air when she lets go just before I can ejaculate. She likes this. She also likes keeping me in suspense about when I will get to come again.

She doesn’t like associating any sexual activity with my behavior. Even though we are in a disciplinary relationship where I am severely punished for breaking rules, sexual activity is never part of the punishment. I admit that I still think it’s hot to use sex as a way to control me, but I realize that Mrs. Lion has plenty of other ways to do it. Yes, it would be fun to be led around by my penis, but if it doesn’t do anything for my lioness it will end up not being any fun for me as well.

We are both having fun with male chastity. I can say that I didn’t predict how we would have fun. We don’t live out any of the standard chastity fantasies. I’m very grateful that Mrs. Lion saw through my efforts to make the fantasies come true, and instead adopted male chastity and developed her own scenarios.