Today is the first of the year. I was talking to my son the other day. His birthday is a few days after Christmas. I asked if he was staying up till midnight last night. He wasn’t since he had to work the next morning. Then he said something I’ve often said myself about milestones: It’s just another day. Very true! If we didn’t have a calendar in front of us, we wouldn’t know when a birthday or the new year rolled around. It would be just another day. Do I feel any different today than I did yesterday? Just because the calendar says I’m another year older, do I feel older? Nope. It’s just a psychological thing. 2016 was bad for a lot of people. I’m not sure it was particularly good or bad for me. It just was.

As I write this, I’m wondering if I should be using January 1 as a milestone. It’s an easier day to remember than March 26th, for example. But maybe I should be using the date Lion first went into the chastity device. Our chastiversary, as I call it. I don’t know exactly what date that is off the top of my head, but it seems like a reset should begin then rather than January 1. [Lion — January 9]

What the hell am I talking about? Lion’s orgasms per year. Yesterday I said he had 57 in 2016. [Lion — I was wrong. It was 58] If it’s important to keep track, and I’m not entirely sure it matters, we need a starting point. Should it be from the beginning of the year or from our chastiversary? Up to now, it’s been from the beginning of the year and I don’t have a problem keeping it that way. I just now thought it might be better the other way. No real preference. Lion and I will talk and see which way makes sense.

Now, when I was working from a scheduled orgasm date, I had Lion set up with orgasms on Christmas eve, Christmas day, New Year’s eve and New Year’s day. He didn’t like the idea of two days in a row. No problem. Several weeks ago I scrapped the idea of a schedule. His last orgasm was Christmas eve. At that point, I decided he wouldn’t have another one until the new year. It would only be eight days or so. He could make it. And then he became “broken”. His interest in sex waned. Even when I can edge him, I don’t think he really cares if he has an orgasm.

A few days ago, my head cold went south to my lungs. I have a similar cough as Lion has been dealing with. I don’t think it’s hitting me quite as hard, but it’s still annoying. I just didn’t feel like playing with Lion last night. However, I never told him we wouldn’t be playing. He got upset.

I’ve never gotten upset when Lion doesn’t want to play or can’t play because he’s “broken”. I did get a little upset when we didn’t have our traditional cinnamon rolls on Christmas day, but only for a minute. What’s the big deal about having them the next day? Absolutely nothing. So what’s with Lion? He knew I was sick. He must have heard me wheezing and coughing. Why would he expect to play? I think it’s because his mind was still on the New Year’s eve and New Year’s day orgasms. Even though I’d given up on the schedule months ago.

The bottom line is that there was a breakdown in communications. Somewhere along the way, Lion didn’t realize I’d given up on the schedule or I didn’t realize he hadn’t. As well as we’ve been communicating, we still need to do more. I don’t think we’ll ever go back to the way it was, but clearly we slip up from time to time.

Maybe there’s a lot more reason for wiping the slate clean.


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    Please take care of yourselves. I can’t imagine what a sick Lioness or Lion is like.

    My sweetie and I cannot remember the precise date we started down the road of male chastity, or as sometimes known around here as male liberation. Our blog goes back several years, but we started before that.

    As for Lion wanting to play but seemingly unaware that you were ill, I can testify that sometimes a body part other than my brain does my thinking for me, and it can get quite frustrating /s.

    My sweetie notes those times and “adjusts my attitude” at a later time.

    We hope you both have a marvellous new year.

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      Mrs. Lion doesn’t note those moments when the wrong part of me does the thinking. If she starts, maybe my “other” brain would retain control.

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