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We are now nearly 3,000 miles apart . Fortunately, Mrs. Lion will be joining me in a couple of days. We will have time to be together and enjoy this great place. Meantime I am alone and wild. I don’t sleep as well without my lioness next to me. Of course, you know that.

Her post yesterday published late. Sometimes our blog software fails to publish something we scheduled.One of us has to go back and release it manually. It wasn’t her fault. She wrote that she plans to pack a hairbrush-sized paddle. Our second honeymoon may be a bit painful for me.

After a six hour flight, my mind is not as active as usual. I just want to check in and let you know we are alive and well, albeit on opposite ends of the continent. Tomorrow’s post will be more interesting.

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I did an airport run this morning. It’s the same run I’ll do on Wednesday when I join Lion. It’s been at least four years since we’ve taken an east coast trip together. I’m counting this as our second honeymoon. We never really had a honeymoon when we got married, but I’m sure I’ve already counted some other trip as one in the past eleven years. This time it’s a flat out touristy, fun trip. Of course, Lion still has to work, but we’ll have time to have fun together too.

Lion is wild this week. I’m fairly sure I could make it through security with his cage in my bag, but I don’t really think it’s necessary. When he’s not at work, he’ll be with me. He won’t have time to do anything “illegal”. I’ve also been considering what toys I can get through security. I don’t really think I want to drag the nJoy butt plug along. Something tells me the large blob of steel would cause questions. We haven’t really been doing much anal play anyway.

So far, the things on my “safe” list are a piece of rope, Velcro and the hairbrush paddle. Security wouldn’t question a hairbrush, but they may question some other paddle. Since that little hairbrush is mean, I think it will satisfy all our needs. And I’ll have my hands so we’re all set.

Tonight is punishment night. I said I was going to punish him last night since tonight his butt will be a few time zones away. Between watching football, doing laundry, making dinner, and packing, I forgot all about punishment. No problem. I can get him when I see him. Boy, can I get him!

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Last spring I was interviewed for an article to be published in a leading men’s magazine. It remains unpublished. However, I am regularly contacted by the writer with additional questions about me and enforced chastity. I got another question yesterday. This one really got me thinking.

“A quick follow up question, which may sound kind of weird. Have you read Shel Silverstein’s “The Missing Piece”? If so, what do you think about it? Does it relates at all to your relationship with your wife?”

I never read the book, but found a Wikipedia entry that summarizes the plot. Shel Silverstein wrote this children’s book in 1976. The story is about a circle that has a wedge-shaped piece missing. The circle travels the earth looking for the missing piece. It finds it and is complete. But then the circle finds it rolls too fast to meet and interact with others. Allegorically, this story suggests that if one finds his “missing piece” that he changes and can’t be what he was before. He finds he was happier searching for the missing piece than actually finding it.

I think that the author’s point was that kids should be themselves and enjoy who they are. The circle was happier without fitting in by adding the missing piece. That’s a very 70’s concept. People were obsessed with being individuals and not changing to conform. I get it.

Obviously, I think the original premise of the book is absolutely valid in terms of my own life. I go my own way. I don’t worry about being like others in many ways. I don’t think I have a missing piece that would make me better. I like wandering through life at a pace that lets me try new things without concern about being judged. But then how does my relationship with Mrs. Lion fit into this picture? Does it complete my circle and stop from being who I was before?

We’re talking about a loss of individuality. I’ve surrendered sexual control to my wife. Am I now subsumed into her world? Have I lost the ability to explore my world and act as I wish? On the surface, it would appear that I have. I can’t enjoy any sexual activity without Mrs. Lion providing it. I’m locked in a device that doesn’t even allow an erection. That sounds like I’ve lost something.

I haven’t. Since I have been with her, I have never looked for a sexual relationship with anyone else. Yes, I masturbated when the need arose; but that’s it. So, masturbation has been taken from me. I can’t decide when I will have an erection, get my penis stimulated, and ultimately ejaculate. Sound like a big deal to you? It can be when I’m horny. Like other mammals, if sex isn’t available, I will be easily distracted and go on to other non-sexual activities.

Sexual submission on a 24/7 basis is, at worst, inconvenient. I lose a little sleep now and then when I really want sex. But that’s it. I don’t find myself becoming a fawning, housework-performing, foot-massaging submissive. I don’t try to earn ejaculation by becoming someone else. That stuff is the fodder of fantasies. You can’t live your life in that kind of state.

I got into enforced chastity because the idea turned me on. Ironic, isn’t it? I enjoy that Mrs. Lion has sexual power over me. It’s hot. I still go to work as a leader. I still make the same decisions at home I did before my surrender. I try to please my wife exactly the same way I did pre-chastity device.

On a larger scale, I think the concept that being “completed” by a soulmate somehow requires subsuming myself into her. I’m no longer able to stop and smell the roses. I have to “roll” without doing what I did before. That can be a mighty fear. But in my experience, the opposite is true.

Mrs. Lion and I don’t share many interests. That doesn’t mean either of us gives up what we like and want to do. Instead, we get to try things we would have never considered when alone. Some of those things turn out to be something we both enjoy. Others, not so much. Sure, like enforced chastity, being completed does mean I get less opportunities to do some things I did when single. It also means I get to realize longstanding dreams and fantasies.

I will do anything to make Mrs. Lion happy. That was true before our power exchange. She will do anything I want even though she is now in charge. It turns out that when grownups with fully formed personalities “complete” each other’s circle, they grow and find happiness in ways they never imagined before being together. We are both happier now than we have ever been before.

Did I answer the question?

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If you’ve been reading along for the past week or so, you know I’ve mentioned jump starting my libido. Lion insists I have a libido. It’s just a woman’s libido. A man’s is much different. Men, he says, are programmed to look for sex to carry on the bloodline. I suppose that’s true, but does that mean that women are just supposed to lie there and accept it? I know that’s not what he meant. I’m just playing devil’s advocate.

Lion wonders why I think I have no libido. He says I can have orgasms when I want them. Yes. I’ve always said the mechanical parts still work. If Lion gives me attention, I can rattle off quite a few orgasms. I was defining no libido as not particularly wanting sex, or not being horny. Merriam-Webster says:

Full Definition of libido
                plural libidos
               1:  instinctual psychic energy that in psychoanalytic theory is derived from primitive biological urges (as for sexual pleasure or self-preservation) and that is expressed in conscious activity
               2:  sexual drive

So if I don’t care if I have sex, it’s different from not being able to have sex. The latter might be a physiological condition. The former, I think, might be all in my head. As part of jump starting things, I’ve decided it shouldn’t matter if I want an orgasm or not. That is to say, if I am horny or not. I should have orgasms because it might lead to actually wanting them in the future. Now, if Lion is right and women are just wired differently, it may not matter. My horny days might be over. That doesn’t mean I can’t have orgasms. I just won’t necessarily ask for them.

Lion loves giving me orgasms and I love getting them, but if I don’t ask for them and Lion isn’t so good at initiating, it’s not likely I’ll get them. That’s been the problem for quite a while. If we go through the exercise of my having orgasms and things never actually get jump started, I guess I’ll just have to continue to have them without wanting them. For the record, I’m not suggesting that Lion force himself on me. If my libido remains AWOL then we should continue on with the experiment to see if anything happens eventually.

Having said all this, last night was our first night of the experiment. Lion gave me at least three orgasms. I lost track. My mind was otherwise occupied. It took him a while to get me going. It’s difficult to start a cold engine. But Lion knows what he’s doing. After I rejoined planet earth, it was Lion’s turn for fun. For whatever reason, it took a while to get his engine started too. I finally got him to the edge. Then, as I had him in a vacuum lock, I decided to make him come.

I know, I know. 51. Poor Lion. How does he survive with so many orgasms? I said I was going to make him wait and then I give him even more that I did before. Boo hoo hoo. That’s what happens when you put me in charge. I do what I want.