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Lion and I find ourselves in an interesting position. Each of us is convinced we don’t do enough for the other. I suppose that’s better than each of us thinking, “Gosh, I do everything for him/her and I get nothing in return.” In our situation, we try to do more for the other person. I think that’s nice. I always want Lion’s next orgasm to be the best he’s ever had. I always want him to think he’s lucky to have me because I know how lucky I am to have him.

That may seem all mushy and sugary, but I hope it helps explain why I do what I do for him. I guess I’m beyond wondering what Lion will do for me in return. It’s better to give than receive. It’s true of birthdays and Christmas and it’s true of play and sex. In a way, I guess I’m selfish though. I give to Lion but I don’t allow him to give to me. With regard to sex, at least. It’s not intentional, of course. I just don’t care about sex for myself. I have a feeling we’ll be working on that problem soon.

For now, Lion is the focus of all the sexual attention. We’re both happy with that. He’d be a lot happier if every session ended in an orgasm. Last night he was less than thrilled about the red and green Velcro I wrapped around him. And even less thrilled when I teased him without release. Not that he expected to get release, but a Lion can hope. He’s got one more day to wait. I think he can make it. (He does too.)

As we get closer to Christmas, we both know the best present we will ever get is each other. We are two very mushy, sugary people. The good thing is, there’s no calories involved in being sweet to each other.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity, Sex

Sometimes I feel like I am one more chore for Mrs. Lion to do. It’s a bit difficult to say this correctly. Mrs. Lion keeps me locked up and provides regular teasing because she knows it is something I want. Enforced chastity has done a lot for us as a couple, but the specific sexual activities are for my sole benefit. Mrs. Lion never sighs heavily as she takes out the key to my cage for a teasing session, but I get a strong impression that I am a chore that interrupts what she would rather be doing.

Maybe this is unavoidable in a situation where my lioness has no interest in sex for herself, but it makes me feel that I am a lot of trouble for her. Between my allergies and the cleaning they require and the teasing and orgasms for me, I am a lot of bother. My fantasies lately are about earning teasing and orgasm; doing things in exchange for stimulation. Usually they are sexual things. I wonder about why this is my favorite topic. I think the reason is that I am feeling guilty about just “taking” pleasure. I also find the idea hot in its own right.

I’ve always been indirect when asking if we are going to play. It just doesn’t feel right to demand attention when I am not providing any. One of the reasons I thought that enforced chastity would be especially good for us was that by putting all choice in Mrs. Lion’s hands, I wouldn’t feel guilty about wanting something I can’t reciprocate. I still feel guilty, but I think we are doing something that helps our marriage.

I can now understand why I avoided asking for sex before enforced chastity. It made me feel selfish. I just couldn’t initiate in a way Mrs. Lion liked. It was never her fault. It’s mine. Somewhere along the line I lost some of my sexual self-confidence. Ironically, it is returning now. I find myself easily able to ask Mrs. Lion if we can play. I also ask her if I can do something for her. For now, the answer to that last question is a very tentative “maybe”.

The problem is that we both feel guilty. Mrs. Lion feels that her lack of interest is responsible for me feeling badly and I feel that sex for me is another chore; cheerfully done, but just work for her. None of this touches directly on enforced chastity, but the practice forces this issue front and center. If we stopped enforced chastity today, the problem would still be there but we could more easily push it into the background. We agree we don’t want to do that.

This is a situation where nobody is doing anything wrong. We are so focused on each other that we are getting in our own way. I think that we need to talk more about this and look for ways we can overcome this. We are both doing the right thing. We should feel good about it, not guilty.

 

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Lion was quiet last night. Actually, Lion was snoring softly. We’ve both been very tired, as usual. Since it was the day after an orgasm, it didn’t seem unusual for him not to be interested in play. I’m always conflicted between letting him snooze and waking him up so he’ll sleep later.

Lion made the happy discovery yesterday that his office is closed on Thursday and Friday this week, just as mine is. Another four-day weekend for us. That means more potential play for Lion. I can’t imagine we’ll be running any errands. The stores will be zoos both the day before and the day after Christmas. I know Lion hates to be housebound even for a day, but this is heaven for me. I’ll be happy if all we have to do is get gas for the vehicles. Besides, more time at home means more opportunities for trips to the dungeon. You just need to learn to look on the bright side.

I don’t have any actual plans for the weekend. I don’t usually. I do know that Lion needs some more attention. Something more than just edging. Something more than just spanking. I’m not sure what it will be. Maybe I’ll ask him for ideas. What is he missing? What does he want more of? What new thing has he thought of and hasn’t sprung on me yet? Then I can decide how to torture him for the whole weekend. Of course, it will hardly be torture with him getting two orgasms in two days. But for that brief shining moment of intense pain or discomfort, he won’t be thinking about the orgasm. He’ll be wondering how long he can endure the object that is poking/pinching/stretching him somewhere.

I think Lion will have a Merry Christmas weekend indeed.

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In: Lion's Journal

There’s less than a month until our second chastiversary (I couldn’t resist). If you would have asked me whether I thought we would go this long when we started, I would have said no. There is a simple test to determine how likely something new is to last: check the value the new activity provides to each person. In the case of enforced chastity, I could see my benefit: getting to experience a fantasy. But I didn’t see any real value to Mrs. Lion. I knew she would try it out of love for me. But I figured there was a very good chance that she would lose interest; or, for that matter, I would.

That fact is that neither of us lost interest. It’s not that locking up my penis is eternally fascinating to either of us. We discovered that the sexual power exchange opened up new avenues of communication and reduced some festering bad feelings we weren’t discussing. A chastity device is an amazing expectation manager. It is a twenty-four hour reminder to me that sex is not going to happen until Mrs. Lion unlocks me. I can’t resent the fact that she isn’t paying sexual attention to me. She is. She just isn’t letting me come when I want.

She resented the fact that I didn’t initiate sex. With the device on, I can’t. There’s nothing to resent. More importantly, she knows that she can have sex any time she wants. If she seems that she is forgetting, I remind her. I do have to be careful because too many reminders gets me a spanking.

That’s another change enforced chastity brought to us. Mrs. Lion has learned to discipline me when needed. Hopefully, the amount of suppressed resentment has been reduced since she is actively encouraged to let me know when I displease her. Every Monday and Thursday night are punishment nights when we discuss any offenses I may have committed. Even though most times there are no offenses, having scheduled times to discuss and act on my misdeeds reminds her that she has a very clear way to deal with anything I do that upsets her. My challenge has been to remind her to use this power. Her first instinct is to suppress those feelings. I want her to express them and get them out of the way. That doesn’t mean I like being spanked. Well, I do like play spankings, but the punishment variety just plain hurts; as it should.

Enforced chastity hasn’t solved our problems but it opened up a channel of communication we didn’t have before. Over the weekend I asked Mrs. Lion how she would feel if I asked to stop wearing the device. Tongue slightly in cheek she said that it would mean I would be back to giving myself orgasms and very little sexual attention from her. That was her way of telling me that there is no way I am getting out. She still has trouble saying no, but in her own way she made the point about my enforced chastity. The bottom line is that rain or shine, sickness or health, I will not have access to my penis without her unlocking me. I guess, I will die with my cage on. Romantic notion, no?