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We went adventuring yesterday. We just had to see Useless Bay. It was nothing special but how could you not visit a place named Useless Bay? Along the way, we stopped to have lunch. It took more than a half hour for our food to arrive. Lion was ready to leave. He was very fidgety. He said he was leaving. I told him I was staying. Stand off.

I think Lion had his truck keys with him, so it was a matter of whether he wanted to strand me on an island. He didn’t. I knew he wouldn’t. I agreed it was horrible service. The food took too long. The waitress basically ignored us. While I was proud of Lion for not growling, I wanted to put my foot down when he decided we should leave. I may let him decide a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them.

By the time we made it back to the camper, I was tired. After dinner, Lion’s tummy was bothering him. Needless to say, we didn’t play last night as promised. Sometimes I think we’ve become an old married couple. Sex takes a backseat. We’re too tired. Too this. Too that. Blah, blah, blah.

I really thought that Lion would be having lots of orgasms within his seventeen day free orgasm period. Maybe not quite every other day, but more than he’s had. And we’re running out of time. He’s only got seven more days. I know he’s excited about his new job. That’s more important than sex. But there’s no reason we can’t make time and effort for sex.

So now we’re in the homestretch. A week from today Lion starts his job. He’ll be busy. He’ll also need a way to relax. I think I have an idea for relaxing him. Several actually.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

I think that one of the most misunderstood concepts in the potentials in a power exchange is the difference between session-based and full-time domination. A scene, the commonly used term for session-based BDSM, generally focuses on physical activities. You know, bondage, spanking, CBT, etc. Roles are extreme; things you could never do full time. When the session is over, there is usually time for both participants to “come down” and return to their normal selves.

Enforced chastity, at least in the fantasies, appears very similar to other BDSM stories. The roles appear stereotypically dominant and submissive. With these fantasies dancing in their heads, guys order devices and convince their partners to embark on the chastity adventure.

It doesn’t take long to discover that after a short time, there is a lot more to enforced chastity than locking up a cock and making its owner beg for an orgasm. I’m not saying that it isn’t possible for people to play the waiting game forever. Some do. The biggest challenge to attempting this is that over time, guys learn to accept waiting for orgasms without much stress.

Over time we learn to accept waiting. We never lose the desire to ejaculate, but it becomes less and less painful to endure the wait. This drives some couples to keep extending the wait. The logical end to that process would be that the male would never get another orgasm. OK, then what?

Instead of thinking too much about the locked penis, we’ve focused more on the power controlling it represents. It’s not so much about how long I have to wait as it is about the fact that Mrs. Lion is my sole source of sexual pleasure. I can’t even get hard without her allowing it. We focus on that power rather than how long I have to wait to ejaculate. Many times she has me come sooner than I would choose. She makes it clear that it doesn’t matter when or if I want an orgasm. My penis belongs to her. It exists for her entertainment.

What’s particularly significant about this is that there are not artificial roles, no contests of waiting; just the clear fact that any sexual fun that I have is secondary to her desire to be entertained. That is very profound to me. Even though I can’t provide Mrs. Lion with sexual pleasure, I can give her sexual entertainment. For some reason she enjoys making me come. She likes the taste of semen.

For us, enforced chastity is a real power exchange. It’s one that we can continue for a lifetime.  The chastity device assures that the penis Mrs. Lion enjoys is not used by anyone else. It’s the golf bag that holds her favorite club.

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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Mrs Lion Comments

We had a good day yesterday. We went sight seeing, had dinner with our friends and then went to a casino. When we got home we were too tired for much of anything. We just snuggled into bed and fell asleep.

This morning we had breakfast with our friends and now we’re on our own. I’m not exactly sure what we’ll do but we’ll find something interesting. And, since we have no plans with friends, we might be in early enough to play tonight.

Something interesting I noticed last night in our group was that one of the women was trying to say something, but people were talking and being rowdy. Her husband yelled that his boss was trying to speak and we should all listen. She was visibly uncomfortable he said that. Now, these people are friends but I have no idea about their “arrangements”. Is she really his boss and she was embarrassed that he brought it up in that company? Or is she the boss in the joking way men refer to their wives? I don’t know and I would never ask.

As a matter of fact, if anyone ever said, in public, that I was Lion’s boss I would jokingly agree. Even before I was really the boss I would have jokingly agreed. No one needs to know if it’s true or not. Enough men say they need to ask the boss for permission that it’s become cliché. Most people don’t take it seriously. Lion and I take it very seriously.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity
giant cedar trees
Giant cedar trees populate the woods here.

We had a very nice Saturday. We explored the area around where we are camping. We are in the San Juan islands, one of the most unique and beautiful areas in the Northwest. Giant cedar trees tower over one-hundred feet in the air. The trunks are over six feet in diameter and the wide grooves in the bark are populated with lichen and moss.

As is our custom, we visited the local casino last night. We had a lot of fun while losing not too much money. Neither of us displayed any particular interest in sexual activity. This isn’t unusual for the day after I have an orgasm. Also, while it may seem more romantic, the tighter space in our small camper bedroom makes play more problematic.

All that said, we seem to have a pattern where if we are very active on a given day, sexual activity is suspended that night. I’m not complaining because more often than not, I’m not interested. Mrs. Lion has posted from time to time that she regrets the lack of activity.

Mrs. Lion hasn’t wanted sex for herself and reasons that since all the sex is for me, if I’m not that interested, then there’s no reason to do anything. That is perfectly reasonable. Hypothetically, if she wanted frequent orgasms for herself, then my level of interest wouldn’t control sexual activity in our house. If we both wanted sex, then the odds are much better that on any given night at least one of us would be horny.

In my case, when I get horny, I don’t necessarily get an orgasm, but I do get teased and edged. That certainly counts as sex. Mrs. Lion is doing a great job as my keyholder and a disciplining wife even without the incentive of hot and cold running orgasms for herself.

She knows I feel guilty about this situation. Even though on one level I understand that she is getting benefits from what we are doing, on another I feel very selfish. I know it’s not easy for her. Yet, she does it. I worry that we can’t go on this way forever. I don’t like this being all about me.

Even so, I don’t want her to feel pressure that she has to start having orgasms in order to assuage my guilt. As much as we both hope her libido will return, it might not. Now that we are more than halfway through our third year, it’s unlikely I will stop worrying and feeling guilty. Maybe this is the price of enforced chastity for me.

What I want most of all is to help make Mrs. Lion happy. That is far more important to me than enforced chastity and FLR.