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I got an orgasm on Friday night, only one day past my “maybe” day. It was my first camper orgasm of the year. Historic. It’s great to be away from the home for a while.

Unfortunately, while we have cell service at the state park, the data rate is unbelievably slow. Oddly, this horrid service isn’t just here. It is far more widespread. Four bars and data at less than 100k. So, we write here in the camper, then drive 15 to 20 miles to get enough data speed to upload to the blog.

I’ve been writing about alternate views of orgasm spacing. One, talked about a situation where the keyholder wants penile penetration as her only form of sexual activity. Her problem is that if her male abstained more than two weeks, he would have an “accident” inside her whether or not she wanted him to come. They took this issue as a reason to stop enforced chastity. My suggestion was to masturbate him to ejaculate as often as necessary to assure performance during penetration. The idea is that enforced chastity is about transferring control of male sexual activity, not making him wait for long periods of time between orgasms.

The alternative to frequent ejaculation is extreme self control on the part of the male. Steeled Snake (steeledsnake.com) commented that he has learned to control ejaculation so that he can provide all the penetration his keyholder wants without the risk of orgasm. He said that he stops thrusting, or asks his keyholder to stop, when he is close to coming. He waits until the danger has passed and begins again. Over time, he said, he has learned to withhold orgasm for longer and longer amounts of time. He has been conditioned to avoid orgasms, even when inside his keyholder. She can make him wait as long as she wants before he gets to come.

This technique requires both partners to work together to prevent those messy accidents. It’s a tried-and-true technique to help a male control himself. We don’t attempt this sort of control. The only time we have penetrative sex is when Mrs. Lion wants me to come inside her.

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This is the longest camping trip we’ve taken. At this point, I think we’ve exhausted everything we can do in the immediate area. Well, not everything. Just everything we care to do. I doubt that will stop us from wandering around to find more interesting things. Wherever we go, Lion will be in his shock collar. He reminded me that I said he’d be wearing it yesterday. I don’t remember saying that, but today will work just as well. (As we were on the way to look for cell service I realized I forgot to tell him to put the shock collar on. When we get back he’ll wear it in the camper.)

Lion is under less pressure today. I was nice enough to give him an orgasm. He said I edged him so many times he wasn’t sure I’d actually give in. First he was sure he’d get one and then he was sure he wouldn’t. I’m glad. I like to keep him guessing. Unless I specifically tell him he’ll get to come, I want him to be unsure. I usually edge him a few times before I let him come anyway. That way I get more yummy creme filling.

I may have done a little more edging last night. I don’t think most of it took him right to the edge. I just wanted to tease him with a few strokes here and a few there. Of course, I was doing it orally so he was enjoying every second of it. I even nibbled on him a little bit. Nothing that would hurt. I was just trying to make him a little nervous. I’m not sure he even noticed.

We’re off to put our posts in where we can find cell reception. Then we’ll go off on an adventure of some sort. Who knows where we’ll end up?

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(Friday, July 1)  2.0 was true to her word. She used the meanest paddle and gave me a long, very-painful spanking. She took many opportunities throughout the day to remind me of what I had coming. I was dreading the inevitable. It was as painful as I imagined. I tried to turn over a couple of times. 2.0 just waited until I got back into position and calmly resumed her work. I was very glad when she was done. It took me a few minutes, but I remembered to thank her. After I was spanked, 2.0 got out the Magic Wand and edged me over and over. I thought I would get to finish. June 30 was my “maybe” date. Alas that wasn’t to be.

Vacation doesn’t mean FLR or enforced chastity are suspended. If anything, it gives Mrs.Lion more time to focus on my training. I am enjoying my vacation from my chastity device. I can pee standing up and morning wood really is morning wood. I like that. It feels nice against the sheet. When in the cage, there is no sensation on my penis. The cage insulates it from any contact with clothing or bedding. Now it is experiencing the real world. It’s a nice change. I also don’t need to “adjust” on the long, car trips.That’s not entirely true. Even being wild my balls can get twisted in my underwear and need rescue.

Speaking of underwear, I was sent an email from the Obviously underwear company in Australia. I wear their briefs that have a generous pouch in front. It provides a comfortable home for my caged penis. The email offered some discontinued underwear of the same model I wear at a crazy price. I could get anything they had left for $4.60 USD. This underwear normally sells for $21 a pair.

Naturally, I went to the site. I didn’t need any more briefs, but they had g-strings in the same line (nice pouch in front). I don’t know what possessed me, but I decided that it might be nice to wear a g-string sometimes. I reasoned that for less than five bucks a pair, I couldn’t lose. I also thought that wearing g-strings would make access to my bare cheeks easier for 2.0. So, I ordered some.

It turned out that once I got past the sensation of that cloth between my cheeks, it was very comfortable. That strip between my cheeks ended up preventing the underwear from riding down. I’ve had that problem with briefs for some time. I know, I know, lose weight and they might not ride down. Anyway, the g-string stays in place all day. Like the Jail Bird, it didn’t take long for me to completely forget there was something in my ass crack. Mrs. Lion hasn’t commented either way about how she things I look in them. Maybe I should ask her. Maybe I shouldn’t. Her normal view of me is without any clothes.

I may have been abusing my ability to wear a t-shirt when home or in the camper. I realize that I just put one on. The rule is that I can wear one if I am chilly, not “just because.” Since Mrs. Lion never asks me if I am really cold, I just assume she doesn’t care. I don’t think that is in the spirit of my rule. I will try to do better on my own and I hope she will ask me as well. If it turns out I am not cold, I suspect 2.0 will warm up an area the t-shirt doesn’t cover.

It surprises me that the paddle is so effective at teaching me. I suspect that it surprises Mrs. Lion as well. I don’t think either of us expected spanking to be effective modifying my non-sexual behavior. I think we both thought it was a kind of BDSM game. The nature of the rules I follow can give that impression. You know, don’t spill on my shirt, wait to eat, etc. These are fairly trivial rules. However, they work.

More recently, I get spanked for interrupting and for being annoying. It doesn’t happen much, but it is more frequent. I’m not sure if Mrs. Lion is just testing the water, but I think it is an indication that she has noticed how effective painful spanking has the potential of becoming. Part of me is happy she has a tool she can use for FLR if she decides to be more active at it. Another part of me really hates it for obvious reasons. It doesn’t matter, of course. I have no vote in any of this.

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My wild Lion was very horny yesterday. But in the back of his mind he was worried about his punishment. How many swats would he get? After dinner he asked when he could expect his punishment. I told him he’d get it when I was ready. Why rush? He wanted to get it over with.
Eventually I announced that it was time for swats. I selected the bloodwood paddle. It’s got a long handle and a compact head. Just right for punishment. I really don’t know how many swats I gave him. There might have been fewer if he didn’t keep rolling halfway over to look at me and ask me to stop. At least twice, I only wanted to do two more swats before I stopped, but he stopped me. I couldn’t very well let him think he was influencing me, so I continued. Apparently he thought I’d stop when he said it hurt or that he’d had enough swats. He was wrong.
Lion was also wrong if he thought he would have an orgasm last night. It was his scheduled date, but I think he should wait a little bit longer. Does that mean tonight? I don’t know. I do know that he had a lot of fun with the Magic Wand. I got him oh so close at least three times. And then I left him hanging. All revved up and nowhere to go. I assume he’ll be hornier than ever today.
Yesterday we went to Multnomah Falls. It’s beautiful. Lion says it reminds him of waterfalls in Hawaii because it’s a very tall, narrow waterfall. I just know it did not disappoint. It was worth the whole trip. I’m not sure what we’ll do today, other than look for good cell service to upload our posts.
Later tonight, I’m positive we’ll play. I’m not at all positive Lion will get his orgasm. Sometimes I don’t decide that until the last second. I know how Lion votes. Too bad he doesn’t really get a vote.