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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity
surprised lion
Even though I know something is coming, the training collar always surprises me.

As Mrs. Lion wrote yesterday, we ran hours of errands. What she didn’t mention is that I was wearing the training collar the entire time. Mrs. Lion playfully buzzed me with the vibrator function a couple of times. She didn’t send me any zaps. She didn’t have to. The knowledge that device was strapped under my balls, was enough to make me very careful to behave and pay attention to Mrs. Lion at all times.

I know how it feels to get a zap from the training collar. I want to avoid public zaps. The training collar isn’t symbolic. It’s real and when Mrs. Lion decides to correct me, I feel it; boy do I feel it. All she has to do is open the cell phone app and touch the zap button. Easy peasy. I’m helpless. I can’t resist. That’s clear power. I have no control.

Wearing a chastity device is another concrete expression of power. For some time, I’ve thought the chastity device I wear is a symbol, like my wedding ring. I was wrong. As I’ve written, I’m conditioned not to masturbate. I won’t do it, locked or not. So, I reasoned, if I won’t masturbate then the device isn’t necessary for Mrs. Lion to maintain sexual control. That’s both right and wrong.

In my mind there is a big difference between “won’t” and “can’t”. While there is no danger that I will masturbate when wild. That’s me expressing self control. That self control supports Mrs. Lion’s control. But it is my self control. I won’t masturbate. However, when I’m locked in a chastity device, I can’t masturbate. It would take extraordinary effort to escape the chastity device. I think I could do it. But it’s not worth the effort. By the time I worked my way out, I would be hurting and tired. Jerking off would be off my mind.

No matter how often Mrs. Lion gives me orgasms, each time she has to unlock my penis and then provide the fun. Just like the training collar, I know that Mrs. Lion can leave me locked or tease me and lock me back up without an orgasm. She can do this as long as she likes. Even the day after an orgasm, each time I feel the device locked between my legs, I realize self control or anything else I feel matters.

The cage isn’t just a symbol of her power. It’s a stainless steel expression of it.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

This morning we set sail for Seattle. It’s been raining a lot so we’ll need an ark soon. We were in search of an Apple watch for Lion. It’s an early, early Christmas present from me. Mine arrived yesterday and I decided to see if we could get Lion one without waiting for weeks. While we were there, we stopped at a grocery store and Lion saw some cheese from a New York store he loves. We had some samples and asked for a sample of a different cheese. The salesman asked if we wanted it on crackers. I said no. I wanted to taste the cheese itself, not the cracker. He said I was the boss and handed us the samples. Lion agreed that I am indeed the boss. Under his breath Lion said the guy had no idea how right he was.

Ordinarily I would defer to Lion in this situation. He’s the foodie. It’s his favorite cheese store. What do I know about good cheese? But it seemed like a no-brainer. If I’m tasting cheese, I just want the cheese. And I guess I did sort of take charge in that moment. Yay for me.

I guess I also took charge when I decided we should drive to Seattle rather than wait two weeks for Lion to get his watch. I just got mine. Why shouldn’t he have his too? He’s the one going on a trip in a few days. He’ll need a watch that can do more than tell time. I mean, are we in the 21st century or what? What kind of watch just tells time anymore? When I went to order the watch, there was a spot for pick-up. I found a store in Seattle that had it and decided we were taking a trip. He only argued a little about my spending that much money on him. I guess once I was in there ordering it anyway, he figured he couldn’t really stop me.

So Lion is the proud owner of an Apple watch and probably more cheese than we’ll eat. But he’s happy. And I did a few muscle flexes for FLR. And I have my new watch too. I’d say that was a good Saturday all ways around.

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In: Lion's Journal

I’m in a lull right now. My allergies are acting up and I am itching in way too many places on my body. This just isn’t conducive to feeling horny. I’m taking antihistamines that make me a little tired. I know; whine, whine, whine.  Mrs. Lion unlocked me last night. I was even itching under the base ring. I’m sure this will pass before too long.

Mrs. Lion’s decision to actively pursue orgasms for herself is wonderful news. Wouldn’t you know that it comes at the time when I am physically unavailable. Murphy’s law. We’ll get past this ironic bump and work to restore Mrs. Lion’s libido. One way or another, I’m going to find a way to start this weekend.

On Monday, I leave on my business trip. Wednesday, Mrs. Lion joins me.  We’ll have five nights in a resort. What an excellent opportunity for sexual fun. Of course, almost by definition, being at a great resort will draw us to activities that could tire us out. It might also energize us and facilitate some great lioness orgasms. Either way we will both have a lot of fun.

One of our readers told us about a BDSM event that is staged every spring. KinkFest has a long history of great workshops and parties. A Portland Oregon leather organization puts it together. I did write about wanting to meet like-minded people. Our reader, who attends this event, pointed out that it is an opportunity for us to do just that. So, we are registered to attend. If you want to meet us, head over to Portland for the event.

When Mrs. Lion and I started living together, I took her to an East Coast event. It was fun for me to meet old friends. We attended some workshops and attended a couple of play parties. We didn’t do any public play. I think Mrs. Lion was a bit overwhelmed by all the kinky people. Organized BDSM isn’t really her thing.

However, she agreed that we could attend the Portland event. So, I registered us and made hotel reservations. Ok, now you know we will be there. If you can do it, consider joining us. Oregon may be a bit out of the way, but airfares are reasonable, and the event and hotel rates aren’t bad. I think it would be amazing if next spring a few of us actually meet in person.

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I often share things here that I haven’t told Lion yet. Of course, he usually reads my posts before they publish so technically he knows before you do, but I think Lion might be particularly excited about this secret. Last night, as I was falling asleep, I was thinking about my idea of jumpstarting my libido and I did feel some twinges of horniness. I’m not sure they were enough to act on, but they were there. And Lion was quietly snoring next to me so there wasn’t really any possibility of acting on it anyway. (Lion just did a victory lap around his office, I bet.)

The thing is, I think I’m letting life get to me too much. We’ve been getting home later and dinner has been later and everything has been pushed later and later. By the time we get to snuggling or edging or whatever, I’m done for the day. It’s not that I’m tired necessarily. I still have the energy to play with Lion. I just don’t think I have the energy to have my own orgasm. Now, you might be thinking that’s ridiculous. All you have to do (I hate that saying) is lay back and enjoy it. Lion will do all the work. Yes, from a physical standpoint that’s true. But sex is mostly mental. There are days I’m mentally fried long before my workday is over. And that, I think, is the bulk of the problem.

So how do we fix it? I had a doctor tell me once that all I needed to do was lower my stress level. When I launched into a tirade of all the things that were stressing me out, he looked shocked and shut up quickly. It’s not like you can flip a switch and be magically stress free. The old commercial “Calgon, take me away” doesn’t really work. Some people have a drink to relax. Some people read. I tend to play mindless games on my iPad. But there’s always a list of things I didn’t do or need to do.

Morale at work is at a low, despite the prankster duo (a coworker and I) hiding fake body parts and spiders to scare people leading up to Halloween. Lately we’ve been hiring people off the street who have no idea what they’re doing and it really shows. It’s like hiring someone off the street to be a doctor because they have a body so they should know how it works, or a mechanic because they can drive a car so they should be able to fix it. It’s frustrating to those of us who actually know what we’re doing. And it’s hard to leave that frustration at work.

My first thought is to banish the television in the bedroom. Obviously we’d still have it in there. I mean banish the watching of television in the bedroom until we are done with any festivities. This might work to get Lion’s fun out of the way first. I still have a problem with being the center of attention. It’s been all about Lion for so long, how do I get my mind wrapped around having fun for me? How do I shut my mind off to the stresses of work or life in general?

This is why I say the problem is me and not Lion. He’s more than willing to do anything I want him to do to give me orgasms. I’m trying to be willing. I just need to get my head in the game.