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In hindsight, I think maybe I instituted the Christmas eve and Christmas day orgasm because it’s the perfect gift for Lion. No matter what present I get him, I’m guaranteed he’ll be thrilled with his orgasm. This year, two of my presents to him missed the mark. It’s not that he didn’t appreciate them. He just didn’t have the reaction I thought he’d have. At least one was from lack of planning and research on my part. He keeps apologizing for not being excited enough. There’s really no need for an apology. I’m the one who blew it.

On the other hand, he had a wonderful orgasm last night. I got him all excited with the Magic Wand and then after edging him a few times, I climbed on board for a Lion ride. He was very surprised by that. He’s not sure which way is his favorite way to have an orgasm, but that’s definitely up there. I think he was also surprised by receiving punishment for not reminding me it was punishment day. I know it’s more difficult when we’re together. I also know it’s more difficult when we’re outside of our regular work routines. But rules are rules. My phone alerted me at 8 pm and at 8:31 I alerted Lion. I probably should have given him more than the eight hard whacks because he moved and nearly knocked me off the bed. I guess I was just in the Christmas spirit and allowed that to slide.

Today, he gets his second orgasm. I haven’t decided what to do for him yet, but he’ll enjoy it. I’m sure of that. It really is the perfect gift.

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This is my second Christmas post. It’s the 675th one I’ve written for this blog. It’s hard to imagine that I have that much to say about anything, much less enforced male chastity. I’m surprised how important enforced chastity remains for us. Wearing the Jail Bird is part of my life. It rarely comes off for more than an hour. When it’s off, I forget it isn’t there and feel surprised when I reach down and there is not steel between my legs.

Mrs. Lion’s rules have also taken root. It’s very rare that I don’t look and assure myself she’s begun eating before I take my first bite. It’s just what I do, no thought necessary. I still interrupt and often that goes uncorrected. I think that will end soon. I check with her before making decisions. She has the last word on what we will and won’t do. My pubic hair remains absent. I think its been gone over twenty years now. The lack of hair down there makes wearing the device more comfortable, I think. No hair to get caught in the steel. There is at least one physical change after being caged nearly two years: my urethra has an extended opening, little lips that protrude from the front of the cage (Click below the post on the “More” link to see the NSFW image of my urethra.). The pressure of the head of my penis against the cage has pressed the urethral opening out a bit past the end of the cage. This is very useful to avoid a mess when peeing standing up.

Other than that, I am physically the same now as I was two years ago. Emotionally, on the other hand, I have changed. I am far more aware of my lioness and what she wants than I was before chastity. It isn’t that I wasn’t thoughtful before. I didn’t pay as much attention to her as I do now. She has always been the center of my world. Now that she owns my sexual pleasure, my awareness is necessarily heightened.

Enforced chastity is a shared kink. Because we both embrace it, the experience is transforming for both of us. You wouldn’t think that what seems to be a sexual game could actually change our lives. It has. The most obvious benefit is that my sexual frustration and ultimate pleasure are front and center for both of us. Over the time I’ve been in a chastity device, we’ve established a new sexual rhythm. Nearly every night my penis is unlocked and teased to the edge of orgasm over and over. On my scheduled orgasm dates I am still edged several times and then finally allowed to ejaculate and enjoy a complete orgasm.

This pattern of edging and eventual orgasm is now a perfectly normal part of our lives. The number of times I am edged before I eventually come has taught me that non-orgasmic sense is “normal” and that actually coming is a fairly rare and special treat. Before enforced chastity, I expected an orgasm and ejaculation every time my penis was stimulated. I think that Mrs. Lion expected to make me come every time we did anything sexual. This change is very large for both of us. We don’t think about this change very much. But now that I am considering it, I think it is probably the most significant sexual change for us both. I can’t claim it was easy for either of us. I also don’t think that we expected it.

There it is. Enforced chastity has changed both of us. We both are very happy with the changes.

Merry Christmas!

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I was just thinking of that poem and it triggered a memory of being in 4H. When we had our Christmas party we’d do a grab bag. We’d all sit in a circle and someone would read the poem and every time we heard “the” we traded gifts to our right. To this day I still hear it as “Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house….” Here in the Lion’s den, the night before Christmas means an orgasm for my pet. I guess I started that because, as a kid, I always wanted to open one present on Christmas eve. So why shouldn’t Lion get a present early? And what better present than an orgasm? And, of course, following that up with another on Christmas day is certainly more festive. His orgasms New Year’s eve and New Year’s day are just out with the old and in with the new. A perfect way to end one year and begin a new. Lion isn’t arguing with this logic. I think maybe if we did the twelve days of Christmas with an orgasm each night, he’d send up a flare. Too much of a good thing.

This morning we ran a few errands. Lion was grumbling a little about traffic and lines. When he grumbled about the traffic I yelled at him. I told him he was free to drive any time he felt like it. At that moment I was driving and he should stop grumbling. I almost never yell at him. This time it was his idea to go out and I was driving, yet again, and he was grumbling. I don’t think so. I’d like to think I’m finally taking charge and willing to let Lion know exactly what I think. It was more likely that I had hit my fed-up-with-this-crap limit. However, who knows, I may lower that limit so it happens more often. That could actually be part of my Christmas present to him.

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

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Tomorrow morning millions of people will be opening gifts and wishing each other Merry Christmas. Even non-Christians will celebrate this nearly-ubiquitous holiday in the western world. People have Christmas Eve traditions that range from family dinners to decorating trees and opening gifts. There are just two of us now. Our kids are either grown or living thousands of miles away. Our families are on the other side of the continent. So, we celebrate on our own.

This is the second year for a tradition enforced chastity caused Mrs. Lion to introduce: I get a Christmas-Eve orgasm and another on Christmas day. Okay, it isn’t a boys’ choir singing Christmas Carols. Maybe some would be offended. But our little enforced chastity community understands the significance of these gifts. OK, these are great gifts for me. What about Mrs. Lion?

We always exchange gifts that reflect what we can afford in any given year. But that isn’t the sort of gift that feeds the heart the way those holiday orgasms do. I do what I can for her. I am cooking the holiday dinner this year (Note to self: Get rolls for dinner). I do what I can for her. There are very few days that we don’t tell one another how lucky we are to be together.

All this shouldn’t be too surprising. It is very difficult to practice enforced chastity in a bad marriage. It would take a masochist of massive proportions to give the key to his cock to a soon-to-be-estranged wife or husband. Trust and affection are important components of enforced chastity. The same is true for pretty much any power exchange. No matter how strongly the bottom protests that he wants a cruel mistress who objectifies him and abuses him, his underlying assumption is that she really loves him and wants him to be happy. Too many people confuse the language of domination with the reality.

No caged male really exists solely for the pleasure of his keyholder. He believes he exists for the pleasure of the keyholder. But what keyholder could be happy with a miserable caged male who “does his duty” in the vain hope of an orgasm. That plays well in a fantasy, but in reality unless he’s found satisfaction, he won’t be happy. Now that satisfaction may be unrelated to ejaculation, but he has to have something in it for him in order to continue.

I bring all this up now because it is at this time of year in 2013 that I decided to ask Mrs. Lion if she would be my keyholder. It took me a week or so to actually ask. I wanted to think carefully about a lifestyle role change. It’s one thing to want to be tied up and spanked sometimes. It’s something else entirely to permanently turn over my sexuality to my lioness. I thought about how this would affect my self-image. I never considered surrender on a full time basis. Eventually, I decided I wanted to try this. In early January 2014 Mrs. Lion and I started our adventure.

Here we are two years later. The adventure continues. Merry Christmas Eve!