Lion is a very horny boy and I have been relentless taking him oh, so close to the edge. I start out slowly, of course, but by the time I hit the third edge, I give him less time between each try. Last night I thought he was going to be a puddle before I was done. Just a quivering puddle of horny Lion. Then I put on my halo and say, so sweetly, “I’m only doing what you asked for.” The poor boy. Maybe I do have a sadistic streak running through me. [Lion — One can only hope]

Last night I was on the hunt for pre-cum. He did produce a little bit. I wish I knew how to increase the amount. Maybe it’s age. Sometimes he just produces more than other times. That’s true of his orgasms too. Sometimes there’s a big, tasty snack and other times not so much. I don’t think it has anything to do with how excited he is. If it did he would have had more last night for sure.

I also gave him his maintenance swats. A bunch of not-so-hard swats that still seemed to hurt quite a bit. His sore spot is still there. I’m not sure why he suddenly has it so I teased him about having a girlfriend who comes over just to whomp his butt while I’m at work. He said he’s always locked up so why would someone want to play with him. I pointed out that there are people out there who love to whomp butts. He should know that. They don’t necessarily want to provide an orgasm. And being locked up wouldn’t prevent him from giving them one. Of course, I trust him not to do that. It’s just fun to tease him about it.

This morning, Lion gave the weather report as “very horny with no chance of orgasm in the next ten days.” He also added that it’s a good thing he shaved or there might be a high Lion brush fire warning out too. I said he should go take a cold shower to keep the risk low. I’ll increase the risk later. I think we’re both wondering if his interest will wane in the next ten days. I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Enforced Chastity is viewed as a very weird kink by the vanilla media and much of the fetish community. Wearing a device that covers the penis is too much even for most BDSM diehards. It’s ironic that when you deconstruct what we do, the activities would be considered close to mainstream. What? Has the lion lost his little mind? Hang in there. It’s true.

The form of enforced chastity that Mrs. Lion and I practice is definitely kinky at first blush. I wear a cage over my penis that prevents erection and orgasm. I can hear the conventional media saying, “EWWWW!” OK, I admit that wearing a chastity device is not for everyone. But what we actually do has been written about in vanilla sex manuals for over fifty years. The Joy of Sex called it “slow masturbation”. Tie your man to the bed and then edge him over and over. The book claimed this technique was a popular service performed by hookers in Cambodia and Vietnam. Put in different words, it’s orgasm control. Enforced chastity puts a very slight spin on the game. Instead of ending each teasing session with an orgasm, we postpone the orgasm to further heighten the excitement. Does that sound very kinky? No, it sounds sexually adventurous.

In less than two weeks, we will publish our 1,000th post. To celebrate this millennium, we have asked another couple practicing enforced chastity and FLM to write with us. We would like your questions. What would you like to know about enforced chastity and FLM? Ask your question in a comment to this post.

When the vanilla press writes about male chastity it focuses on the hardware, almost always expressing incredulity that a man would permit this to be done to him. How kinky! If we referred to all this as “extended teasing”, even the hardware might be more acceptable. It becomes a sex toy to help extend the teasing further. Now it sounds naughty, but not really kinky. The naughty practice delays the male orgasm to give him greater pleasure when he finally gets it, sometimes using a sex toy to stop him from cheating by masturbating. It also reminds him of the game and makes him even more eager for sex. The vanilla version of the story emphasizes that sooner or later the man will finally get an orgasm. His partner teases him and might even ask him to sexually please her as a way to earn his eventual release. A chastity device is a sex toy that helps extend his arousal and desire for his partner. A vanilla couple could easily play this game whenever they want a little variety. But that doesn’t make very interesting, titillating copy. Locking your husband in a chastity device makes a much better headline.

Of course we don’t help the cause. Enforced chastity isn’t a weekend game for us. It’s the defining characteristic of our sex life. It even colors our lives in other ways. We write about our more advanced form of the game. In our case, we play full time. Maybe that makes us kinky. I think it makes our story more interesting. Let’s face it, the interesting stuff about us has nothing to do with the hardware locked on my genitals. It has to do with how our behavior has changed as a result of our commitment to give Mrs. Lion control over my sexual pleasure. How many vanilla couples also do this. How many wives determine when or if the couple will have sex? How many wives deal harshly with their husbands if they learn he has been masturbating? Most wives disapprove of this extracurricular ejaculation. Of course, unlike us kinky people, the vanilla couples never discuss this practice. It just evolves. Sometimes this unspoken arrangement will drive a couple to marriage counseling or divorce.

Does something get “kinky” if the couples talk about it and make joint decisions on how to do it? Is it vanilla only if unspoken? That appears to be how it is with enforced chastity. That appears to be the case. In sexually repressed societies, usually religious in nature, there is widespread public condemnation of anything but the “approved” reproductive sexual activities. How many members of these communities actually restrict their sex life to procreative intercourse? I would guess that very few actually do. Most are secretly “naughty” and do <gasp!> oral sex and mutual masturbation.

I think that there is an overt or implied power exchange in most sexual activities. When a woman gives oral sex or masturbates a man, she has taken control of his orgasm. She can slow down, speed up, or even stop at will. She can delay or even not allow him to ejaculate. Women frequently report that they feel powerful when giving head. Similarly, the man can delay or prevent his partner’s orgasm when he provides the stimulation. My point is that power exchange is inherent in sexual activity. The difference between what we do and what vanilla couples do is that we have discussed what we are doing and it is consensual. Both partners are in agreement in how sexual power is applied. In our case, Mrs. Lion has accepted that power full time. She exercises it by delaying my ejaculation. Naughty,  yes. Kinky, no.

It’s no surprise that Lion and I are on different pages. In this case, it’s a benefit. Yesterday he was feeling down, but I was doing ok. Last week I was feeling down, but he was not. Now this is all relative, of course. We’re both stressed about our finances. I’m only talking about how we’re handling it on a given day. Some days we function better than others. Lion was not functioning as well yesterday. With that knowledge, I decided to come up with the dinner idea and I returned a call from a creditor. We make a pretty good team.

By afternoon, Lion was in a better mood and reporting that he was horny. I love hearing the Lion weather report. He knew he had some punishment swats coming, but he also knew that he was in for an edging session. When I said I had a headache he told me I didn’t need to worry about the punishment. What a guy! I told him I could just give him twice as many swats the next day. He scrunched up his face. He hadn’t thought of that, but admitted I can do anything I want. Well, I wanted to give him his punishment swats last night. Big, nasty swats with a big nasty paddle. So that’s what I did. I have no idea how many swats, but they were definitely hard. And he squirmed so he got a few more. For some reason he had a very sore spot on one side. I know these were hard swats, but there was something extra sensitive going on there. Naturally, the effect did not last all that long.

About an hour later, I unlocked Mr. Weenie. I pulled out some Velcro from my bag of tricks. Lion made a face. I demonstrated how the little teeth could bite into Mr. Weenie. He said I didn’t have to do that. I agreed. So I picked up a clothes pin with the sandpaper-like coating and said we could use that instead. He didn’t like that idea either. Picky, picky. Not that he had much choice in the matter, but again, I agreed. Just the threat of those items was enough. Besides, Mr. Weenie was ready for action. After I edged him a few times, I put some lube on my hand. It’s very slippery silicon lube.

I can’t tell you how many times I edged Lion using the lube. He’d survived about three times before I even put the lube on. It had to be at least four more times and toward the end I wasn’t pausing for long between each go. As far as I could tell he never created any pre-cum but he was so slathered in lube I’m not really sure. I just know he was very frustrated. I decided to stop before I broke him or before I accidentally went too far. I didn’t want a ruined orgasm. That may come in handy at some point, but not last night.

When he had cleaned off the lube and calmed down, Lion asked if I wanted him to put the ring back on. I told him I would let him know when it was time. I need him to understand that he’ll be locked up when I want him to be locked up. If it gets late and it seems like I may have forgotten, then he can ask, but otherwise, I will decide when he puts the ring on. It’s my property and if I want it to be wild for an hour after the festivities then that’s what will happen. Lion needs to remember who’s in charge.

I do too.

I like what Mrs. Lion’s wrote in her post yesterday. It started me thinking about exactly what I care about in terms of getting off. When I am in the process of being teased and edged, coming moves front and center in my mind. At that time I really want to come and will do anything to convince her to finally let me ejaculate. At other times my interest goes from no interest at all to active fantasies that envision an orgasm.

When it comes to being made to wait for an orgasm, I am as torn about how long is the right length as is Mrs. Lion. It isn’t a matter of how long I can wait. I’m sure I won’t turn into a puddle of desire no matter how long I go without coming. More likely, the longer the wait, the less interested I will grow. Other guys have reported this. Yes, the teasing is amazing and I love it. It can become an end in and of itself. One reason I asked if I could know my next orgasm date is that I can look forward to it. In a very real sense it keeps my desire growing during the time it would normally wane. In her post, Mrs. Lion said,

“Depending on how he handles his knowledge of the scheduled date, I may wait the full amount. It’s up to him. And not in the he’s-calling-the-shots way, but in the how-much-does-he-whine way.”

Does this mean that if I whine enough, Mrs. Lion will give me an early orgasm? I hope not. For me, at least part of the “fun” of waiting is being able to do some whining about how much I want to come. If Mrs. Lion reacts to this by giving me an early orgasm, she’s misunderstanding my complaints. A certain amount of “poor lion is so horny” is part of the game. On every level there is no imperative to get me off early. The way I feel is quite simply that it isn’t how long I have to wait. What counts to me is that Mrs. Lion is in total control and I can’t influence when she will let me come. That’s true if my wait is five days or 500. The thrill is loss of control; of knowing that my release is 100% at Mrs. Lion’s whim.

In the past I’ve felt that I’ve gotten some orgasms because I whined about needing one so badly. I winced a little inside when that resulted in a handjob to orgasm. I don’t want it to be up to me. I want it to be up to her. That’s what makes things so exciting. I suspect that Mrs. Lion worries that she isn’t making me happy when I am in distress because I want an orgasm. I think that is why she said that whether I go the full time or not is up to me. The one thing I want is that it isn’t up to me at all. I think she should enjoy my distress, not feel badly about it. If the mood strikes her to make me ejaculate, then she should.

This is just like spanking. She works hard to spank me hard enough and long enough to make her point. I know she doesn’t want to hurt me. Perhaps the fact that she is doing something she doesn’t want to do could motivate her to be more severe; punish me for making her feel badly for hurting me. I think that part of the problem here is that I initiated enforced chastity and FLM. Mrs. Lion does it for my benefit. I think that she feels she isn’t succeeding if I’m not having fun.

To be completely clear, I’m not suggesting longer waits. I’m also not suggesting shorter ones. I’m not saying that I should be spanked more soundly. What I am saying is that I asked Mrs. Lion to take charge, sexually and otherwise. I have given her ideas about how I see it working. I think she evaluates her performance on  how much I like what she does. In my opinion, that’s a mistake. She should judge how well her punishments work by observing if my behavior improves. If not, I probably need the volume turned up. In terms of enforced chastity, I think that she is most successful when she makes sure I have no control over when I get to come. Whining about being very horny should be greeted with a laugh, or if I am annoying, added days to my scheduled release. What will make me truly happy is learning that I have absolutely no control over things. That is what a power exchange is all about.

[ Mrs. Lion — It was supposed to be a contrast. It’s up to Lion how long he waits based not on his calling the shots (topping from the bottom), but on how much toddler activity there is. Tantrums and snarky behavior will not earn Lion a speedier orgasm; he’ll earn at least an additional two days to his wait.  A certain amount of whining is to be expected. Too much ceases to be cute. Whine at your own risk, Lion!]