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I dropped Lion off at the airport and ran some errands. When I got home I did a few things, then sat down for some “me time”. An hour later I was bored. Either what I was doing was boring or “me time” has lost its appeal. Or, and I think this is probably it, without the prospect of Lion coming home (or already being home) I was lonely. What the heck am I going to do when he’s gone a week? I did discover that I can catch up on all the television shows I like that he doesn’t. I had my own Grey’s Anatomy marathon last night. I’m still not caught up, but I can watch the rest and Criminal Minds when he’s gone for the week.

We had a brief conversation yesterday about the prospects of Lion being caged while he’s travelling. Lion doesn’t think it’s necessary. It would have taken a lot of convincing to make me want to have him take his cage along just so he could put it on. It seems a bit much. If I didn’t trust him enough to leave him wild, why would I trust that he would actually put the cage on when he got to his destination? Even if I’m with him I don’t think it’s necessary that he be caged. At this point we really don’t know how much traveling he’ll be doing. It may just be these two trips for a while. He doubts it will be a regular thing.

So how will Lion feel my control when he’s on his week-long adventure? I haven’t decided for sure, but I’m considering assigning him tasks. Maybe one day he’ll have to take a picture of a certain thing and send it to me. Maybe he’ll have to collect a certain item and bring it home. Sort of a scavenger hunt. Maybe he’ll have to write me an email telling me why he likes my (specific body part). I’m sure I can think of other things too. Maybe it’s a stupid idea, but we’ll figure something out.

Tonight I’ll collect Lion from the airport and all will be right with the world. The dog will stop looking for him and I’ll have my sweetie home where he belongs.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

I’m on the road. Today is my orientation. It’s a big deal and I am very excited about it. I have to admit that the new job has consumed my attention and distracted me from enforced chastity and FLR. That, of course, doesn’t change anything. I know my rules and who is in charge. We don’t need to actually do anything. In a way, that’s a problem.

One of the main reasons I guy wants to start enforced chastity or a FLR is the excitement he feels when he is locked up and under his keyholder’s control. After a while, this excitement subsides. To get the thrill back he will want stricter rules, longer waits, anything that will bring back the excitement. It’s just human nature. It’s also the most common reason that keyholders / disciplining wives give up.

The problem is that each time the control is increased, the amount of work the keyholder has to perform goes up. Mrs. Lion doesn’t get sexual pleasure from enforcing rules and supervising me. She likes making me happy and enjoys the improvements in our relationship. More isn’t necessarily better for her. While I may want her to be stricter, there is no direct benefit for her. Actually, it’s more work.

We both realize that over time her authority will expand. Her workload may not grow too much. As she consistently enforces her rules, obedience becomes a habit and she doesn’t have to spend too much time enforcing them. That doesn’t mean I am always content when our lifestyle fades into the background. Sometimes I need to feel the power directly. That’s why sometimes I get a maintenance spanking, or Mrs. Lion will remind me of a rule that needs more attention.

FLR and enforced chastity have become integral parts of our lives. We have to be careful to avoid taking it for granted.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

Last night, as Lion was telling me about another business trip he has to make, this time for a week, I was wondering what I’d write about while he’s gone. I’m sort of the play by play reporter. When there is no play to report, I’m stumped. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I can write about our adjustment to this new job. It’s been a long time since either of us has traveled alone. Neither of us really does well solo.

Not that we’re joined at the hip or anything. Once you’re used to sleeping with someone, it’s difficult to find yourself alone in the bed. You get used to soft (or not-so-soft) snoring. It’s nice to be able to reach out and find someone across the bed in the middle of the night. I know we’re not unique. But it will be an adjustment.

I now have new responsibilities as airport shuttle driver. It’s cheaper than Lion leaving his car in long term parking and probably safer for the car. Plus, I’ll get to drive his car. That’s right. I’m stealing it! But only so the car doesn’t feel neglected while he’s gone. Yeah. That’s it.

I don’t always eat dinner when he’s gone. I get wrapped up in something and before I know it it’s ten o’clock. Then I grab something quick and not-so-good for me.

On the plus side, getting out the door in the morning is sometimes quicker. We are not running into each other while we brush our teeth or get clothes out of the closet. But I’d rather run into him a few times than have him gone.

You’ll notice I haven’t said anything about play or sex or whether Lion will be locked up. Those are all part of the adjustments that we haven’t had to deal with yet. Today is his first trip since we started enforced chastity. It’s only a one day trip so letting him be wild (he’s been wild all week anyway) is not a big deal. I’m not sure what we’ll do for the week-long trip. We’ll have to discuss it and make a decision. It’s not something I’m willing to decide on my own.

Lion is worried about not having time to write a post for the next few days because of travel. Just a heads up in case you wonder why you’re not getting notified of a new post. Perhaps there isn’t one.

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In: Lion's Journal

Sex. There, I’ve said it. That’s what enforced chastity is about. I know you already understand that. Every so often I’m reminded by how sex driven I am. Based on what I read, so are most other guys. No surprise there. Way back before we started all this, almost all of my sex was masturbation. Every so often Mrs. Lion would get me off. It wasn’t enough.

So why would I set up a situation that assured I couldn’t even masturbate? One reason is that I love being restrained. It turns me on big time. Wait! Being restrained turns me on? Wouldn’t locking my penis up guarantee I would be turned on with nowhere to come? I am mentally shaking my head as I write this.

In my case it wasn’t so crazy. Mrs. Lion and I had stopped talking about sex. She would masturbate me if I asked her. But I was always embarrassed to do that. I reasoned that if she locked me up in a chastity device, we would have to communicate about sex. Seeing me unable to access my penis would, I figured, remind Mrs. Lion that she had sole control over my cock. I also figured that if I got horny enough I would have to bring the subject up myself. Not so dumb, after all.

I am happy to say I was right. The cage essentially forced us to talk about sex. She was in control and would let me know that I was not going to come just yet. She got in the habit of unlocking and teasing me every other day or so. Later, it became every day. I was getting lots of attention. I was also getting off. Mrs. Lion didn’t make me wait very long between orgasms.

Before we started enforced chastity, I figure that Mrs. Lion gave me an orgasm every month or so. Now, the average wait is six days. I’m having five times as much sex as I did when I was wild! I realize that we may be unusual in that respect. But it’s true. I get more sex now than I did before we started.

In addition, we have rekindled a physical relationship. We touch, snuggle, and hug a lot. The distance we felt before is gone. I never imagined that this would be the outcome of my request to lock up my penis. I think you can see why we won’t be stopping any time soon.