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This time I did it. This time I broke Lion. He said he was horny and I broke him. I used Velcro on him and we flew too close to the sun. Lion melted. Damn.

I know he doesn’t like the Velcro, but I didn’t know it would absolutely turn him off. I guess he wasn’t desperate enough for an orgasm to withstand those tiny little teeth biting into him. And I should have used the Magic Wand to recover him but I was too lazy to get up to get it. Not lazy, really. More uncomfortable. But that’s not the point. I could have helped the situation and I didn’t. With all my talk of baby steps, I jumped in with both feet before Lion was back to tree-humping horny.

I vow to redeem myself this weekend. No trips to the casino. Some errands to run and chores to do, but plenty of time to play with my Lion. We haven’t done any anal training in a week or so. I wonder if I could have gotten Lion horny if I had maintained some sort of schedule of pegging or anal play of any sort. Sometimes he doesn’t respond to that unless he’s horny. It’s too much pain or discomfort with none of the frills. Sometimes I play with his balls or his cock while I peg him. If he’s not interested, that wouldn’t help. I guess it’s a case of coulda, woulda, shoulda. It’s in the past now.

Looking forward to tonight, which Lion has already reminded me is punishment night, I could pull out the Magic Wand and see if that makes a horny boy a hornier boy. So far he has nothing on his punishment list. If he hasn’t earned any hard swats, he might enjoy some play swats. Tied to the bed, face down. I haven’t done that in a very long time. Yes, that’s a good plan. If Lion manages to get through the day with no infractions, he can have a long, slow buildup of play swats. That alone may redeem me from last night’s fiasco. Not that he won’t get play time this weekend. I just want to make up for my mistake last night. A nice spanking might just do the trick. Especially if he’s tied up. And now he has something to look forward to all day. You’re welcome, my pet.

[Lion — It’s not your fault. I’m just not functioning that well right now. Lots of stress looking for another job. I’m not sure that even if the velcro wasn’t taken out that I would have been OK. I hate disappointing.]

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In: Edging, Lion's Journal, Sex

Duh! That’s what I hear you saying to yourself when you read the title of this post. Beside being redundant, it’s also obvious. I don’t think so, at least about being obvious. Let me explain. I’ve been feeling down about the fact that my current employment assignment is ending shortly. I worry that it will take a long time to find more work. I’ve also been uninterested in sex. Tuesday night my libido returned. That feels good.

For guys locked in a chastity device, being horny doesn’t always equate with feeling good. It is frustrating. Some prefer losing interest in sex when they can’t have it. I like it a lot when I’m locked up and horny. I like it when I’m unlocked and horny too. I like to be horny. Colors are brighter, music sounds better. Naah. That’s not true. But when I am horny my thoughts turn to things I truly love to think about.

When I’m horny, I look for new ways 2.0 can torture me. When I’m horny I am way less interested in my comfort than I am in sexual attention. I’m more agreeable. I’ve learned that quickly saying yes to Mrs. Lion leads to good things for me. I also love to be edged. I know, I know, it is frustrating and when she stops stimulating me I wish she would continue. But my overall reaction is pleasure. I truly love the buildup of excitement. I crave Mrs. Lion’s touch. I adore the sunggles afterward.

Also, when I am horny I tend to be more optimistic about the problems facing me. My job search looks brighter. The bills become more manageable. Isn’t sex amazing?

Here’s the part that astounded me when I noticed it: Enforced chastity with the very limited opportunities to ejaculate enhances the positive benefits I get from being horny. It’s not just that I stay horny a lot longer than I would if free to come when I want. It’s that there is an external force, Mrs. Lion/2.0, who owns my arousal and eventual release. Everything about my sex life is completely under her control. I can’t even get an erection without her cooperation.

It could be my anticipation and the excitement each night knowing that it could be the night. It could also be my knowledge that my only opportunity for sexual stimulation is next to me in bed. I would never have said this before enforced chastity, but the very fact that I can’t masturbate or even get hard without my lioness is exciting. In the past I would have said that jerking off didn’t have any effect on my sexual interest in her. It didn’t in one way, but on a much deeper level this absolute dependence turns out to make a big difference to me. Live and learn.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

I knew Lion wasn’t broken. I knew he was just in a temporary slump. Mr. Weenie would be back in action soon. Lion wasn’t so sure. He’s never sure when he hits these mini doldrums. And, of course, if you continue to tell yourself you’re broken and nothing works, eventually you can convince yourself. Good thing I’m Lion’s biggest cheerleader. With me saying, “I know you can. I know you can.” he’s usually back in no time.

Lion’s back was cramping up last night. He thinks he sat funny at work. Maybe hunched over his desk for too long. I thought he’d be out of commission for another night. To my surprise, he announced he was feeling horny. Yay! I was able to edge him quite a few times. And he was definitely hard. Not just horny, but super horny. Perfect!

I didn’t want to scare the horniness away so we didn’t play. I just used my hands. I probably could have brought out the rope and tied his balls, but I didn’t want to use clothespins or Velcro. Maybe tonight. We’ll have to see how it goes.

The other day I was on Facebook and a post said, “I dare you to post the last picture you took with your phone.” I laughed. The last picture I had taken was of sunglass frames to see if Lion wanted me to order them. I could definitely share that picture. Some of the other pictures I’ve taken, not so much. I have pictures of Lion’s butt, dildos, butt plugs, etc. Not safe for Facebook consumption. At least nothing I’d be willing to share with most friends and no family. I think it was the same day, a coworker mentioned that someone she went to high school with occasionally shares pictures of whips and other toys, or makes comments about BDSM (I called it that, she didn’t). When I asked why she would share that, my coworker said she guessed her classmate was into that sort of thing. Well, duh. What I was really asking was why she would share such an intimate and potentially hazardous to her reputation thing. With former classmates and who knows who else. I must admit, part of me was jealous of the bravery. Part of me was afraid that if my coworker knew I do the same things, she would no longer want to have any more to do with me. Nothing would change with me, obviously. The change would be in her perception of me.

I suppose that’s why so many of us who practice male chastity, female led relationship, BDSM, etc. remain in the closet. Shhhh! They might find out. I wonder how many of them are in the closet too.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex

Before we began enforced chastity I wasn’t particularly aware of my general level of sexual interest. When I got horny, I would have an orgasm; either by my own hand or from Mrs. Lion. It wasn’t an event worth noting. That’s all changed now. Since my opportunities to have an orgasm are controlled by my lioness, I’ve been acutely aware of my level of interest in sex as well as noting those times I actually get to ejaculate. I even have a spreadsheet recording the orgasmic events.

As Mrs. Lion has observed, I’m not very horny. Ever since my last orgasm (let me check the spreadsheet) on April 29 I haven’t really felt sexual at all. She’s unlocks me anyway and gives teasing me the old college try to get me to the edge. It’s always distressing to me when her efforts go unanswered. I’d like to claim that external pressure from my current contracting job ending is to blame. But that’s not true. We’ve been in tough situations before and my flagpole reliably kept going up.

Maybe it’s just a hormonal cycle. That’s a reasonable possibility. It could be that due to external pressure; I’m preoccupied. Perhaps I just need a jump start; some mental teasing that will divert my energy away from troubles and toward the old reliable. That’s worked in the past.

My malaise extends to other areas of my life. Last weekend’s visit to the casino wore very thin after being there a short time. I just wasn’t as entertained by the noise and activity as usual. Things aren’t much fun right now.

I tend to be an optimistic person. Right now that optimism has left with my libido. You may be wondering what this has to do with enforced chastity; physically: nothing. I remain in the chastity device as usual. It’s in place as is my wedding ring. I have no desire to remove it. It wouldn’t make me feel any better if I weren’t wearing it.

Efforts to cheer me up are everywhere. I just noticed my cough drop wrappers are sending me a pep talk. We have some Hall’s cough drops. On the wrapper are some pithy words from the coach: “Let’s hear your battle cry”, “Put your game face on”, “Power through”, and “Bet on yourself.” I guess Hall’s caught something from those Taco Bell sauce packets.

I’ll share a secret with you: When Mrs. Lion writes a post with hot plans for me that night or weekend, I get a rush. It’s a kind of personalized porn that comes true. I’m not sure I am susceptible to that right now. I might be. I’ve never told anyone about my reactions to her posts and emails until now. I guess a non-sexual, broken-lion period is a good opportunity to get things off my chest.

There is a more general lesson in all this. I’ve had several times like this one where my interest in sex and play waned and it felt like they were never coming back. Through these periods we never changed our practices. My cage stays on. The rules are in force and I get punished for breaking them. My emotional state is not relevant when it comes to enforced chastity and our female led relationship.

That’s a very good thing. A “fair weather” power exchange that operates only when both parties are feeling good is, at best, a hobby. Enforced chastity and FLR are facts of life for us. Thinking about that makes me feel a bit better.