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Lion’s next orgasm is scheduled for January 10. Of course we all know I don’t care how long he has to wait. If I want to make him come I’ll make him come. He likes that arrangement. But last night he did question it.

I was happily teasing him and edged him a few times. Then I decided to stroke him very slowly. It took a while but he was getting very excited. So I kept stroking. Eventually he was bucking into my hand. And I let him come.

His first comment was that it wasn’t the tenth yet. I asked him if he was questioning me. He said he wasn’t and that he was grateful. A little later he asked why I decided to let him come. I said, “Why not?” He said that wasn’t fair. Not fair? Since when does our arrangement have to be fair? Since when do I need a reason to allow him to come? He seemed more satisfied when I told him I wanted to let him come. Exactly what the difference is between “why not? and “because I wanted to”, I have no idea.

When I first started playing with him I was thinking about making him wear his girly panties for me tonight. Now it’s definite. If he isn’t wearing his frilly pink panties when I get home from work then he’ll get some punishment swats. Lots of them. Why not? Because I want to.

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Once upon a time, a long time ago when I was innocent and thought it was kinky to have oral sex, I came across a book that changed my life: The Joy Of Sex by Alex Comfort. Tucked near the end in a section called “Sauces and Pickles” was the description of Slow Masturbation For Him:

“To make this work you need to know how to tie your partner and to have a partner who likes struggling against resistance, but it works for a great many people. Traditionally, the woman does this to the man, but it plays in either direction. You need good access and a completely helpless partner, though you can try it without if bondage turns you off, but the result is quite different and you can’t get so far. The knack lies in playing on your partner like an instrument, alternately pushing him forard and frustrating them.

“The woman starts by tying the man to her satisfaction, either staked out, or wrists behind and ankles crossed, knees open, naked, and on his back. …She has two focal points to attend to, his mouth and his penis, and the knack during the warm-up period, consists in keeping both occupied continuously and without triggering ejaculation. The possibilities are obvious — hand to each, hand to one mouth or pussy to the other; varied by a touch of her breasts, her armpit, or even her hair. Between the two poles she will work over his most sensitive areas with her fingertips, her tongue, and her pussy — this last with one hand on his penis and other palm over is mouth, never letting the rhythm slacken. If his erection begins to go down, she stops, tightens him up, then re-stiffens him. She can now begin slow masturbation proper.

“This is about the most mind-blowing (and, while it lasts, frustrating) sexual sensation of which most males are capable. (If you want to know why we say start by tying your lover, try it for a few moments with an unbound partner.) She sits well up on his chest, with her buttocks to his chin, and puts each of her ankles  inside the crook of one of his knees, or sits with her knees bent and her calves tucked under his arms. She should hold the root of his penis with one hand and with the other pull the skin back as far as it will go with finger and thumb, thumb towards her. Then she starts quick, nervous strokes — each one quick, that is, but timed at one per second, no faster. After about twenty of these, about  ten very quick strokes. Then she resumes the slow rhythm. And so on. [Note: Comfort clearly never tried this himself. The hand that does the stroking must be well lubed or the experience will just be painful.]

“If she thinks he is about to ejaculate (you can sense this with practice), she should drop the speed and keep this up as long as she thinks he can stand it.”

That short (there is more in the book, but this is the part that got to me) section changed me sexually. Before reading this, I had never considered being tied up. In fact, I had no idea that people did things like that. Reading Comfort’s description, I could feel myself spread-eagle and a woman’s hands on my penis. I dreamed about this regularly for years. When I finally talked a partner into trying this with me, it was amazing, if unsuccessful. She didn’t hold me on the edge. She couldn’t read my signs.

Now, decades later, almost every other day, Mrs. Lion edges me. She brings me to the frustrating edge of orgasm as many times as she wants. I’m not tied down and generally, she stays a dozen or so strokes short of ruined orgasm. Also, she doesn’t practice the technique Comfort described in his book. It really doesn’t matter.

That short bit of text in a groundbreaking book about sex changed me forever. This was no  small change. It awakened a beast that has never since slept. Everything else: spanking, chastity, anal play, pain, and lots  more. My ex-wife’s horror at tying me up or spanking me is one of the contributing causes of our divorce. Sex is a powerful force.

I remain amazed that this single quote was (and is, actually) so powerful to me. How many of us can trace the absolute source of our kinks to a single event? So much of us evolves over many years. But this single short section of a book transformed me sexually. It’s turned out to be a happy transformation.

As Mrs. Lion mentioned in her post yesterday, we saw the movie “Sex Tape” last night. The main premise is a couple making a sex tape by acting out all of the stuff in The Joy of Sex. That’s what got me thinking about slow masturbation. Have you tried this?

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In: Chastity games, Mrs Lion Comments, Panties, Punishment

Last night at dinner I mentioned that I had seen Lion’s girly panties when he opened the package but they had mysteriously disappeared after that. I wondered if he had hidden them. He got a devilish look on his face. I told him that was fine. I have ways of making him give them to me. It’s all a matter of some punishment swats or postponing a scheduled orgasm. I think he likes that idea.

Is this willful disobedience? Maybe. Is it a new game? Perhaps. I don’t think he’ll push his luck too far with it. He’s not that silly. It’s all just harmless fun.

We also watched a movie last night. The Sex Tape. A couple tried to reignite their sex lives by making a sex tape that is then shared via various iPads syncing together. It was a silly movie, but we realized that it was somewhat similar to our own story. We didn’t necessarily start male chastity in order to reignite our sex life, but it has. And isn’t this blog sort of like syncing our iPad with our readers? Unlike the couple in the movie, who went to great lengths to get their sex tape back, we are sharing with the hopes that other regular couples will have a different perspective to the fantasy chastity sites on the web. We’re grateful that you’re reading.

A little later on I’ll ask Lion for the panties. If he doesn’t want to hand them over he’ll be in for some punishment. I wonder how much he’s willing to take before he surrenders. We’ll see.

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Yesterday, in her post,  Mrs. Lion talked about things that I say I don’t want, but really do. Aside from creating the world’s most awkward sentence, I feel that I have to respond to that. It’s true that when Mrs. Lion decided to have me wear a diaper early last year, I immediately purchased a small supply of them. When the diaper wearing continued for more than a few weeks, and I found a brand that didn’t leak, I went on Amazon and ordered a case. It was a big cost saving. Right about that time, Mrs. Lion allowed me to stop wearing them. So, yes we have a lot on hand.

When I started thinking about private humiliation again; it was just after Mrs. Lion announced a new round of diaper wearing. Around that time I had done some reading that included mention of men wearing panties (it was a blog written by a certain submissive bunny). I got that little arousing tingle that can get me into big trouble.

It happened again. I did a Google search of panties for men. There were surprisingly few possibilities. I found one site that looked interesting. The stuff they sold certainly was embarrassingly frilly. The colors definitely feminine. Again, that humiliation tingle. So, as Mrs. Lion says, “Lion being Lion”, I ordered two pair that I thought would be very humiliating.

After ordering, I realized that I might have made a mistake. When they arrived today, I was sure I did it again. I don’t like them at all. Nope, not even a little. They are horrid. I feel like someone who just dug his own grave. Stupid Lion!

I don’t know how others handle power exchange. I love the idea, but when it comes down to me having to do things I really don’t want to do, I wonder what the hell I was thinking about when I wanted it. Those panties, and the diapers are very good examples. Does that mean I won’t wear them if Mrs. Lion orders me? Of course not. I will put them on and will try not to whine or sulk. I managed to live with the nail polish. Boy, did I hate looking down at my bare feet (paws). I will find a way to live with the newest indignities of my role.

This is a perfect case of schizoid thinking on my part. I will hate having to wear those things, but I will be happy that Mrs. Lion is demonstrating her control. Maybe she’s right. This is all just Lion being Lion.