I forgot all about Zapardy! until the other day when Lion was getting an amazing amount of answers correct and he said it was too bad we weren’t playing. He might not have been zapped at all. Where’s the fun in that?! I’ll have to drag out the ol’ shock collar so we can play again. Maybe Lion won’t be as smart that night.

Forgetting Zapardy! is just one more example of how far away from playing we’ve gotten. Last night, as we were snuggling and I was fondling Mr. Weenie, I was thinking I should get up and get some clothespins or give Lion that spanking I promised him. And then I heard him snoring softly. Poor tired Lion. At least he wasn’t hard this time. At some point last week, he was hard and sort of bucking and then suddenly snoring. Afterwards he knew he’d fallen asleep but he didn’t realize he was hard at the time. It’s a good thing I don’t take these things as a testimony to my effectiveness at getting him excited.

Tomorrow we’re off on another trip. It’s a longer trip taking advantage of the holiday on Monday. I’m hoping we’ll have some time to relax, but I’m sure we’ll be off driving somewhere and we’ll be tired by the end of each day. Lion doesn’t do well just sitting still and relaxing. I’m sure he’ll say he can do that at home. But I’m just talking about sitting in our lawn chairs looking out over the lake. He can’t do that at home. Nope. Lion wants to go, go, go, even though we may have exhausted all possibilities of places to go in this particular area.

Tonight I’ll give Lion his swats for forgetting to thank me for his swats from the other night. I know it’s not punishment night but I can do whatever I want and I think we’ll be too tired tomorrow night. After I gave him his swats on Monday, I waited over an hour before I told him he was in trouble again. He asked why and then immediately realized his mistake. He asked if it was too late. Well, yes. If I’ve already said he’s in trouble, I think that makes it too late. It’s not like I didn’t give him time to remember. I am nothing if not benevolent.

Monday night I received a deserved spanking. Over the long weekend I managed to interrupt Mrs. Lion more than once. This is a bad habit I truly want to break. I may not drink or smoke, but I do find a way to interject my thoughts before letting others finish what they are saying.

This, of course, has nothing to do with enforced chastity, but a lot to do with making me a better lion. It’s not that I believe I have something terribly important to say. It’s more that I want to get that thought out before I forget what I wanted to say. I think it comes from the fact that I am an only child. All the people around me were grownups and they had little interest in anything I had to say. So, I learned to talk up and not wait for someone to ask for my opinion.

As an adult, people appear to be interested in what I have to say. I just need to learn to wait my turn. Unlike most of the other rules I have been given, the no-interrupting rule represents a chance for personal growth. Maybe the response, a strong spanking, isn’t necessarily the typical adult way to handle it, but in the context of our lives it is perfect.

I think that one of the most difficult concepts for non-practitioners of domestic discipline to understand is why someone, me in this case, would allow his wife to punish him like a naughty child. Initially, I was attracted to the raw power exchange this represents. It is sexually exciting for me to consider that I will receive this sort of punishment. Of course, when the punishment actually arrives, it is anything but exciting. It is painful and unpleasant; as it should be.

To me, the fact that Mrs. Lion pays enough attention to observe my infractions and then responds with punishment, is an expression of her love for me. I grew up largely ignored by my parents. I was never punished. I was also never rewarded. I was just there.

Maybe that’s one reason I equate discipline with love. Discipline is constructive attention. It is designed to teach me something. Even if what it teaches is to avoid spilling food on my shirt or not to forget to thank Mrs. Lion for punishing me, it is still something for me. It is loving attention. I don’t have to like it, but I do see it as a form of love. Maybe it’s true: A sore bottom makes a happy lion.

Lion is still a horny boy. You’d think I would have bought myself some time by giving him an orgasm Saturday night, but no. He was horny last night. I edged him quite a few times. I almost went a little too far, but stopped just in time.
He says at times I am a little too rough when I’m jerking him off. I can see that. I tend to get into it and forget how hard I’m gripping or how fast I’m moving. Poor Lion. He just wants to have some fun and here I am practically yanking his weenie off. I think I should get some credit for enthusiasm though.

Last night I think it was just right. After I had him going I even did an edging where I just barely touched him. Sort of a whisper of a touch. At that point all he needed was a strong breeze to get him off. But it was not to be. Don’t get me wrong. I considered it. I could have given him a bonus orgasm. It had only been two days, but you know Lion; the more the merrier. Unless he thinks about it too hard. Then he comes up with all these ideas about optimum wait times. And then he says it’s up to me anyway. Well of course it is. I already know he prefers to wait about four days, and two weeks is probably best but only on the third full moon of the month. Leave it to me, Lion. I’ve got you covered.

I keep reading about guys who want to be challenged to wait longer and longer between ejaculations. Initially, this is a very exciting, if somewhat contradictory idea; doing without sex because it is so sexually exciting to be denied. I find it very arousing. But, and this is a big one, the excitement associated with abstinence, at least in my case, doesn’t persist indefinitely.

Enforced chastity is about involuntary abstinence. Either through the use of a chastity device, or the male’s desire to be obedient, he abstains from ejaculation until his keyholder permits his release. Each of us is unique and so what may work for you could be horrible for me. I don’t want to make any global pronouncements. I do want to talk about exactly what abstinence is for me and what it might be for you as well.

I think we can agree that in enforced chastity, abstinence is a form of obedience. One of the most enjoyable, core capabilities of a male is being able to ejaculate. We are built to ejaculate often; the preservation of the species depends on it. It is an instinctive activity that comes with one of the greatest rewards we can receive: an orgasm. Reducing our opportunities to have this massive pleasure simply to please another person is a  big sacrifice.

We are often the architects of our own denial. We start associating our level of devotion with the more time we wait between orgasms. We may reason that if we are made to wait a week and then suggest we wait a month, we are displaying more devotion to our keyholders. If that’s true, then waiting six months or a year makes us even more devoted. If you follow this line of thinking, never having another ejaculation again would be the ultimate expression of obedience.

I don’t agree. Yes, it’s true that surrendering my sexuality to my lioness is certainly a sign of devotion, but not a measure of it. If she gives me an orgasm once a week or once a year, it doesn’t change how devoted I am to her. It just changes how often I get to ejaculate. I don’t think that measuring the number of ejaculations in a year is a way to count the extent of my obedience. Fewer orgasms may be a way I can test myself and go for a personal best, but it has nothing to do with Mrs. Lion.

What counts as far as I’m concerned, is that I only ejaculate when she wishes. She is the sole owner of my sexual pleasure. My obedience is measured by how well I accede to her wishes and please her by being her kind, obedient partner. Expelling semen has nothing to do with that. We males do tend to think way too much about our cocks and our ejaculations. The fact that we do makes us easy targets for manipulation. Every female learns how to exploit that at some point in her life.

What Mrs. Lion and I are doing has nothing to do with sexually-based manipulation. It is a mutual conscious choice that I am obedient to her in all things. She is in charge and will reward or punish me based on my behavior. One of her tools is tease and denial. She makes use of my need for stimulation and (eventual) orgasm to remind me of her power. Whether or not I am wearing a chastity device is completely beside the point, as is how often she lets me ejaculate. I’m hers. Period.