It’s New Year’s Eve and Lion may not be ready for his orgasm. When I took him out to play last night he was less than enthusiastic. I understand it. One job has ended and there’s been a lull before the next job begins. He’s bored and worried about the money he’s losing in the interim. Yesterday was a low point. I’m hoping he’ll be ready for tonight’s festivities. If not, we can have our celebration whenever he feels like it.

Mother nature has intervened and taken away my orgasm scheduled for January 2. I will be unavailable for Lion riding as well. I’m more upset by that fact than the cancellation of my own orgasm. I love riding Lion to orgasm. I guess that just means he’ll have to have a bonus orgasm when I am able to do it. Win-win!

He’s still grumbling about his toes. I told him maybe I’d get him some pretty pink ribbons for his hair. He doesn’t think he has enough hair to put ribbons in. Silly boy. Doesn’t he know I’ll find a way if I really want to? I’ve seen little girls with ribbons attached to barrettes. I think he’d look lovely in them. I’m sure he’d feel pretty. Ha! See what you started, Lion?

It remains to be seen if our old year will go out with a bang as planned. Somehow I think Lion will be ready. I know I’ll give him all the encouragement I can. It’s difficult for Mr. Weenie to say no to my mouth.

Here we are at the end of 2014. In a few hours a new year will begin. Before it does, I thought I would spend a little time thinking about the year gone by. Our enforced chastity adventure began on January 13, 2014. I had ordered a couple of Chinese chastity devices in December 2013 and did a little experimenting for size and fit. So, in January I asked Mrs. Lion how she felt about locking me up. She agreed immediately, if not enthusiastically. So, on went one of the Chinese cages and Mrs. Lion took the keys.

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The rest of January was spent with me having quite a bit of discomfort. One cage was too big. Another, a very small one I bought, worked but was truly too small. I decided in typical lion fashion to go ahead and order a Jail Bird. Our time was well spent with the Chinese devices. We learned that a 2-inch ring let my balls escape, but a 1 3/4-inch version was comfortable and nothing fell out. In early February I ordered a Jail Bird.

In March the Jail Bird arrived. I wore it through the spring. The cage appeared a bit long. Peeing was chancy. My urethra wandered to the side almost all of the time. After considerable research and remeasuring, in June we decided to send the Jail Bird back and have the cage shortened. It was reduced from 1 3/4 to 1 1/4-inches in length. The new cage seemed too small, but after several weeks of wearing, it turned out to be just right.

Over the summer we did some traveling in our RV. Some of the travel time was spent with me uncaged. Since I was with Mrs. Lion 24 hours a day, there was no risk of cheating. I had purchased a small dog shock collar which was adapted to strap under my balls. Mrs. Lion used it a few times. It was effective for me, but she didn’t get into using it.

During the  year, Mrs. Lion worked on her disciplinary skills. By fall she was administering serious punishment spankings with a very painful paddle made worse by a layer of very coarse abrasive paper. By December, I could tell which side she was using by the way each hit felt. She also experimented once with extending my wait. This one-and-only extension had a strong effect on me. It was only for a day, but I felt seriously punished. Based on her progress, I expect things to ramp up in 2015.

Sex also changed for both of us. Mrs. Lion learned to edge me very effectively. She also learned to enjoy teasing me and then locking me back up. We wrestled with her difficulties getting aroused and by year end began providing her with orgasms that she scheduled in the same way she scheduled mine. We are both encouraged by that.

Some of my darker kinks began emerging late in the year. I expressed my as-yet-untested interest in private humiliation. Well, not entirely untested. We had experimented with diapers earlier in the year. Eventually we stopped because it became annoying to me and Mrs. Lion has a soft heart. We did a brief rediaper in December, but stopped again because it was too much for me. However, I also expressed an interest in possibly wearing panties. Mrs. Lion went one better and painted my toenails. I ordered a couple of pairs of male panties because I am dumb. They won’t arrive until mid-January. However, Mrs. Lion understands and appears to enjoy this kink.

Now, as the year closes, we are wondering how we should celebrate our enforced chastity anniversary. Mrs. Lion has decided that I will have a New Year’s Eve orgasm and another on January first. We want to do something special on January 13, but so far no ideas. Do you have a suggestion? Please let us know.

So, on this last day of 2014 I can say without reservation that this year has been nothing short of amazing. Our sex life has been revived. We are much more physical with one another. We are still best friends and totally devoted to each other. It’s been a very good year.

Also, you are part of our lives as well. It feels very good knowing that you are sharing our adventures and sometimes offering advice, questions, and comments. I hope your year has been as memorable as ours and we both wish you the best in the year to come.

Lion has had a very lucky December. In the nine days beginning December 24 and going to January 1, my lucky boy will have five orgasms. We’re ending the year (and starting the new one) with a bang. I haven’t counted how many he’s had for the rest of the month. I just know that he certainly has nothing to complain about. At least as far as orgasms are concerned.

Having girly toenails is another matter. That he can complain about. I wouldn’t recommend that he actually complain or one of those orgasm opportunities might disappear. But he can grumble to himself. And I will continue to remind him he has pretty toes. And laugh at him.

In mid-January we will hit our one year chastity anniversary. It’s hard to believe we’ve been doing it a year already. I still don’t feel like I know what I’m doing and I doubt I ever will. But I do have flashes of confidence now and then so I am encouraged. I think the most important thing to remember is that it’s not a one size fits all thing. What works for us may not work for another couple and vice versa. Some males really want to wait for long periods of time. Lion doesn’t. Some keyholders enjoy punishing their males. I don’t.

I know it was my idea to start diapers again, but it was difficult. It’s not Lion’s favorite thing. I’m sure I should have told him to suck it up and wear the wet diaper as instructed. If anything, he should have been punished for whining. But there’s only so far I’m willing to push him. The diapers may make a comeback at some point once I figure out the parameters. For now, they remain in the closet.

The girly toe nails is another difficult idea I had. It was one thing to buy it and hold it over Lion’s head. It’s quite another to actually paint his toes. If I thought anyone would ever see I wouldn’t have done it. I’m not into humiliating him. I just wanted something to remind him who is in charge. A glaring pink reminder. That said, I do think it’s amusing that it bothers him so much.

The panties idea is Lion’s own doing. He brought it up in a post and I started teasing him about it. I never really considered making him wear them. It was along the lines of the nail polish. Something fun to hold over his head. One of the reasons I got the nail polish was because I figured it was similar and cheaper. If he wanted to be a girly Lion then pink toe nails seemed to be just as good as panties. I should have known he’d go buy them. It’s what he does. So now I guess he’ll be wearing panties. I wonder if he’ll hate them as much as he hates the nail polish.

my new panties
In a very weak moment, after the fumes from Mrs. Lion’s nail painting made me giddy, I ordered these online. (Left) front view of pink panties, (Right) back view of green pair. What was I thinking!

Our year is ending with a bang. My sexual activity has gone up amazingly. I think I will have had four or five orgasms (at least) in December alone. See the liontracker for details. I get a couple of days off before my New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day orgasms. Mrs. Lion had a post-Christmas orgasm and has another one scheduled for January 2. The lion den is just sex, sex, sex this holiday season. I’m not complaining at all. It’s been great fun.

Even more interesting is Mrs. Lion’s change in attitude. She has become more of a femdom keyholder. I don’t want to ascribe any motives, but she is far less interested in how I like her decisions. Most notably her decision to paint my toenails. I’m not fond of women with painted toenails and I can say without hesitation that I truly dislike seeing my size twelve, bright, pink big toes when my feet loom into view. I have made some humiliation suggestions from time to time, but never, ever suggested nail polish. Yuck! I’m not going to whine about this further. I do see this new blow to my male ego as a serious step forward for Mrs. Lion, if a mincing one back for me.

She not only came up with this odious idea on her own, but has turned a deaf ear to my  objections. I can’t really growl about this. After all, it’s what I wanted all along. Didn’t I? Didn’t I?  Because I am basically stupid, I ordered two absolutely horrid pairs of Manties male panties. If I end up wearing these (and others?), this time it’s my own fault. I got that little humiliating “thrill” and acted on it. It could be a tossup between these and my painted nails for most-hated change in my life. I’m pretty sure they will make Mrs. Lion laugh. That’s their one redeeming quality.

What have we learned? One: I have some interest in private humiliation. Two: I have no interest in being feminized. That’s why item “one” works. Three: I have to learn to keep my big ideas to myself, and Four: I should be very careful what I order online. And five: I’m not a very bright lion.