We haven’t hit bottom yet. I don’t know if we will or not. There’s still some time to go before Lion’s first paycheck. There’s actually a lot of time before his start date. We still have to keep the creditors at bay. But we’ve made it this far and we’re not about to give up. Last night Lion insisted he was broken again. If he doesn’t get hard immediately he thinks he’s broken. If he isn’t interested in sex he thinks he’s broken. He’s not. It took a bit, but I got him hard. It was short-lived. He really isn’t interested yet. He will be. He just needs to get used to the idea that things are looking up.

Lion gets his orgasm in a few days. To get him ready for it, I’ve packed the Njoy butt plug and the new vibrator. A few nights of intensive play and he’ll be putty in my hands. He may even be begging for release. I love that.

This was a week from hell. I’m glad it’s over. I’m glad Lion has a job. And I’m glad I get to spend another weekend away with my favorite person. Mostly I’m glad that I get to spend the rest of my life with my favorite person. Yes, we are sappy. Yes, we are stumbling along through life. But we are doing it together.

Yesterday I learned that I have a job. This is a major event for us. We are very close to homeless at this point. It’s a very good job; no benefits, but the pay that I wanted. I like the company a lot and the work should be very rewarding. This couldn’t come at a better time. We are on our way for a Labor Day weekend trip with our RV (trailer). We don’t have any extra money to spend on the trip, but we do have enough to go out to dinner and celebrate. Mrs. Lion will let me be wild (no cage) for our entire trip. My next orgasm is scheduled for Labor Day. I don’t think she planned that, but the coincidence is amusing. Who knows, I may get a bonus orgasm for finally getting a job. The scheduled one is only two days off so I will be happy if she decides not to give me one.  The fact is that sex has been the last thing on my mind. I have been worrying while waiting to learn if I would be hired. The fact that the drought is over hasn’t really sunk in. I’m still worrying about how we will bridge the time it will take to earn enough money to start paying our delinquent bills.

The fact that all this time we have continued our enforced chastity / FLM shows how deeply it is embedded in our lives. It never occurred to either of us that we should stop or put things on pause until we found a way to survive. As Mrs. Lion has said, “It doesn’t cost anything to play or do enforced chastity.” No it doesn’t. Sex and withholding sex are free. Lucky me. In a way I’m glad we had to go through this rough patch. We were both horribly stressed. We never snapped at each other or placed any blame. I think that is one way to know that you have your soulmate. It may sound corny, but if in bad times the relationship isn’t stressed, it means that we are indeed meant for each other.

I routinely get email and comments telling me that I am very lucky to have Mrs. Lion. I absolutely agree. She is absolutely wonderful. I love being with her and miss her terribly when we are apart. Even before enforced chastity, in those times when sex all but disappeared, we are as close as we are now. It never occurred to me to look for sex outside our marriage. When you have everything else you ever wanted, giving up sex seemed a small price. Yes, I masturbated. Yes, I longed for the days when we had sexual fun. But no, it wasn’t worth it to try to find sex elsewhere.

Since we began enforced chastity, I have been having more sexual fun than I had in the previous years. That’s an odd thing for a guy wearing a chastity device to say. But the fact is that even though I get less orgasms, I get more touching, teasing. spanking, and anal play than ever before. Orgasms less often is a small price to pay for so much sexual attention. Sound familiar? It isn’t the same as no sex but a great marriage. I like the anticipation and the edging. I love surrendering sexual control.

More than that, more than all of that, I love that Mrs. Lion is starting to let me know what she wants. She is letting me know when I do something she doesn’t like. I love that she uses her power to punish me when I need it and to let me know when I can do things better. That’s new for her. She has been silently accepting all of her life. I get amazing joy when I see her blossoming this way. That’s why I will never be sorry for wanting her to take control. I want to be the best lion I can be for her. I want to make every day as happy for her as she makes every day happy for me.

Now that the financial suffering is nearing its end, I am truly a very happy and grateful man. And they lived happily ever after.

That’s it! We’re done! No more bad news. No more trouble. I hereby declare a moratorium on problems. Between finances, interviews, waiting for news about jobs, my mother being sick, issues at work, and a delayed paycheck I am fed up. I’ve had it! It has to get better.

Last night Lion was not up to playing. I didn’t think he would be. There was yet another delay in his hearing about one of the jobs. He was worried about an interview today. Everything added up to a non-horny Lion. Completely understandable, but I unlocked him and massaged his naughty bits for a while anyway. I figured nothing bad ever came from a nice cock and ball massage. And I love touching him. He then started talking about his post about some women not liking penises. I told him he was very lucky I like his. He agreed.

I guess it’s like anything else. Some people don’t like raisins (Lion) and some people don’t like sushi (me). So I can see some women not liking penises. I’m glad I’m not one of them. Lion is too. I can’t imagine not wanting to touch it. I don’t mind touching any part of Lion. I guess I can even understand women who won’t do oral, or even those who do oral but won’t swallow. It’s just not their cup of tea. Personally, I think if I’m going to do all that work I better get some reward out of it. Lion cum is a nice treat for me. He doesn’t like eating it. That just means there’s more for me.

Last night Lion also mentioned that I could leave him wild so that I would always have easy access to him. I told him that was a very thoughtful suggestion. And then I handed him his cock ring to put back on. As I said yesterday, I may come up with some Lion wild time in the future, but last night was not it. He’ll be unlocked tonight for our trip and then caged again on Tuesday when we get home. It’s our last trip and his last scheduled wild time. I confess to being confused though. Sometimes he likes to be wild and sometimes he doesn’t. I’ll have to work on deciphering the difference.

I’m determined to have a good weekend. We’re leaving the troubles behind. We’ll have some fun. We’ll snuggle together in the chilly nights. And we’ll come home to good news. And I don’t want to hear anyone say otherwise.

Almost every guy who even thinks about enforced chastity goes device shopping. Fantasies always include the penis being locked securely into a device that effectively prevents erection and ejaculation. That makes sense up to a point. The fantasy device can’t be removed by anyone but the keyholder. Once locked in, the male’s life is filled with providing his keyholder with endless orgasms. He rarely, or never has orgasms of his own. That’s the chastity portion of our fantasy. Many fantasies include humiliating activities like wearing panties, doing housework, etc. Some also feature stern discipline from the keyholder.

The one thing that fantasies have in common is that the activities are sexually arousing to the person imagining them. Chances are he masturbates while visualizing these activities. What’s wrong with this picture? Why would a fantasy about not being allowed to get an erection and ejaculate be so sexually arousing? Perverse, isn’t it? I have to admit that my fantasies had a similar effect on me. In fact, when I got my first device I was too hard to put it on. Many guys report this reaction. If it is arousing to imagine being locked in a chastity device, what happens when the male is actually locked in one by a keyholder? No matter how arousing being locked up feels, he is unable to do anything about it. That denial, in itself, is very arousing.

Is the motivation for enforced chastity, sexual arousal? I think it is, at least in the beginning. This isn’t ordinary arousal. It’s arousal with the expectation that it will not be satisfied. That’s why being locked in a device can cause an erection. Not very logical, at least on the surface. It seems that we caged males are highly illogical critters. We get turned on by not being allowed to be turned on. Actually, we aren’t illogical at all. We are turned on by the power exchange with our keyholders. At this point it is way too easy to say, “Oh yeah. They’re subs.” It’s possible that a caged male is also submissive, but I don’t think it is a requirement for enforced chastity.

There is no question that enforced chastity is consensual power exchange between the caged male and his keyholder. The general assumption is that the person receiving the power is dominant and the giver is submissive. That’s true in the literal sense of the words. In the context of male sexual expression, the caged male submits to the will of his keyholder. If a chastity device is used (one is not required for enforced chastity), the caged male is physically unable to experience erection or orgasm. The chastity device “enforces” his agreement to surrender power. In reality, the real restraint on unauthorized sex is the agreement between the keyholder and caged male. The device, like a wedding ring, is more symbol than bondage.

I think a lot of people are confused by the arousal males feel when they practice enforced chastity. Maybe we are all toddlers at heart. If mommy tells us we can’t go into that cabinet, we will move heaven and earth to get in. When a keyholder says you can’t masturbate, what do you want to do: jerk off, right? If Mrs. Lion tells me that I won’t be allowed to ejaculate for another week and then edges me over and over, what happens? I want to come each and every time she plays with my penis. I know intellectually that I won’t be allowed to come, but most of the time I hope and strain to ejaculate anyway. Every time I think about the fact that I have a device locked on my penis that won’t let me get sexual satisfaction, I want the satisfaction I am denied. How strange am I. I asked to be locked in a device that prevents me from sexual activity. Before asking, I knew that wearing that device would make me more desperate for the satisfaction it denies. That is the enforced chastity contradiction.