Here we are in the depths of winter. Maybe it’s the season, but very few bloggers I follow have written anything since Christmas. That’s a little surprising. It’s not like there is a ton of stuff to do in January unless you are in the Southern Hemisphere. What do I know? I miss the fun reading.

I’ve noticed that a disproportionately large percentage of people commenting on this site are men who say their wives are no longer interested in sex. Almost all of them lament that they can’t get their wives to provide sexual attention for them. There are a couple of ways to look at this. One is that male chastity can be a one-player game and add interest and excitement to masturbation.

Many guys who wear chastity devices don’t have keyholders. Many who do handle all the locking and unlocking themselves from what I see. It doesn’t matter. Wearing a male chastity device definitely adds excitement to a man’s sex life. Reading about the subject is also hot.

Couples who actively practice it can use the male orgasm control to provide an active sex life for a man whose wife has little or no interest in sex for herself. Male chastity is a game where the stakes can get high, for the man at least. Mrs. Lion is an expert at making me desperate to ejaculate. This is a game that values cock teasing. Fun for women who like to see men helplessly beg to get release.

Mrs. Lion is the first woman I’ve known who actively dislikes the idea of me masturbating. She simply doesn’t want me to do it. Other women, I’ve known, considered it a way to get me off without having to do anything. I never liked that aspect of it. For me, jerking off was a tension-relieving activity like jogging or lifting weights. It wasn’t that much fun, but I really missed it when I didn’t get to do it. Mrs. Lion doesn’t allow it, and I haven’t jerked off since December 2013. I don’t think about doing it anymore.

It appears that there are more reasons for men who don’t have active partners to read our blog than men and women who have active-if-kinky sex lives. I could be wrong. I’ll only find out if I hear from you.

My favorite view

We have no idea how he did it, but Lion hurt his back yesterday. Was he sitting wrong? Did he tweak it when the psycho dog was jumping on him? Not a clue. He took some Tylenol and got in bed. He was snoozing while I made dinner. For some reason, Tylenol puts him to sleep. He was able to sit up and eat and get himself snuggled back under the covers, so he seemed a little better.

After my shower, I moved close to him and told him I just wanted to be near, and it was if his back hurt too much to snuggle. He said a little snuggling and fondling would be fine. He couldn’t move around too much. I knew he wouldn’t be stretching out across the bed for oral attention. I was worried about touching him at all. We snuggled for a while, and I played with my weenie. Lion purred and told me he liked it. Eventually, I had to move because watching TV and snuggling has me in a weird position looking back over my shoulder.

There’s been no mention of back pain this morning. Whatever he did to hurt it must have undone itself. Right now, he’s mumbling at the computer, doing our taxes. But I see no reason the festivities can’t resume tonight. I believe he’s due for another orgasm. I don’t think he’d argue if I “demanded” one. Assuming his back is better, he’ll probably be out of the bed to get in position so fast he’ll be a blur. I never see him move as fast as when I ask if he wants oral sex. “Yes, Ma’am!” and then a Lion-sized blur is laying across the bed, spread eagle.

I like the view when he’s ready for oral sex. My balls and weenie are ready for attention. The only view that’s better is when he’s bending over in front of me, and his balls are hanging down. Yum!

Here we are in our ninth year of blogging, and we still haven’t figured out how to handle sex. Yes, we know how to do it. The problem is when. Mrs. Lion is implacable when it comes to spanking me. If I break a rule, I’m spanked. It doesn’t matter if I want to see a special TV show. The spanking bench comes out, and I get paddled.

When it comes to sex, there is no sense of urgency. If I seem interested in a TV show, it must mean I don’t want sex. If I’m under the blankets, I’m surely not in the mood. Mrs. Lion says that I should let her know if I’m horny. We’re back to that again. I was in big trouble initiating when Mrs. Lion wanted sex for herself. I find it impossible now.

Do I let her know if she says she has a headache? What about when she’s under the covers because she’s cold? I know she doesn’t like to do things when her hair is wet. Wait! She’s busy with her iPad. Is it fair to tear her away from it? I’m starting from a position of extreme weakness. I’m asking for sex just for myself. Sex is work for her and fun for me. She has to do enough just to help me with daily activities. Sex has to be on the “optional” list.

Of course, after five or six days of no sex, it’s safe to assume I’m horny. It’s also safe to assume that I can be tired and horny simultaneously. I can be interested in a TV show and horny. I can eat dinner and be horny. I’m a multitasker! Also, if I’m into a cool TV show, I can always pause it. We’re over 20 years past needing to see TV live.

Mrs. Lion writes that she believes that I need to do something to let her know when I want sex. Fair enough, except that she drops everything to give it to me when I do. Boy, does that make me feel guilty. You can see where we are stuck. Stay tuned.

Yesterday I talked about having a plan for last night’s festivities. Well, I didn’t come up with one. And it turns out I didn’t need one because Lion found a behind-the-scenes show about Disney. He’s a big Disney fan (we both are) and he loves shows that explain how things are done. He could watch “How It’s Made” for hours, even if they’re showing how to make dumpsters and waffle irons. We always make fun of the odd combination of things they put together in one show. Anyway, the Disney show ended but there was another one and I’m sure there was another one and another one. We watched two and then went on to watch something else. So there was no sex. Lion didn’t seem interested.

Now, I know he’s going to say I could have told him to pause the TV. Yes, I could have. But, as he’s so fond of pointing out, sex is not for me. It’s only for him. If he’s not interested, why would I tell him to pause the TV? How did I know he wasn’t interested? I didn’t really. He has trouble initiating. He doesn’t want to ask for sex because he feels he’s putting me out. But then he’ll tell me he would have liked attention if only I’d given it to him. And we’re caught in the catch-22.

We’ve been trying to figure this out for years. From my point of view, it doesn’t make sense to “force” him to get hard just because I’m obligated to play with him every other day. I think he believes I should. He thinks I should have insisted he pause the TV so I could do whatever it is I was going to do to him. I know it’s possible to get him hard even if he doesn’t feel like it. I just don’t know if it’s worth it. Is he having any fun when I do that? Or is all his energy and concentration on maintaining the erection? I’d much rather play with him when he wants to be played with. However, I need to know when he wants attention.

In the past, he’s asked if I want to watch something on TV or if I have other plans. He feels bad about that because it feels like he’s begging or making me do it. Again, I need to know when he wants attention. I either respond to his question by suggesting a show or perhaps I don’t really have plans but we can see what happens. The way I see it, he hasn’t really asked for sex, but I know he’s thinking about it, but I still have an out if I’m not feeling like doing anything. Make sense? Win-win, no? [Lion — I got lost somewhere in the twists and turns. I have no idea what to do.]