Lion was gone for a week. Apparently he forgot things while he was away. Like maybe, who’s in charge. He forgot his manners. He forgot his equipment. I’m glad I’m here to remind him.

We went out to get the oil changed in Lion’s car. Then we went to lunch. During lunch, my son called. Before I answered, I told Lion who it was. He didn’t hear me. Let me say that my voice is still somewhat raspy from time to time, although it is showing signs of going back to normal, and Lion either hasn’t really been listening or he really can’t hear me. He didn’t know who was on the phone until I was off.

My son is in the army. He’s a sergeant. He knows a little bit about the ins and outs of army life. Lion has never been in the army. When I recounted my conversation, Lion asked for clarification of a few things and then told me the correct way for my son to proceed. It was the only way for things to be done. As we talked, he seemed to listen less and less to me, and more and more to himself. Then he interrupted me. I told him he earned a punishment right there for interrupting. He didn’t like that idea at all. Too bad! (We always get into heated discussions when it comes to what my son should or shouldn’t do. In the army, there is very little wiggle room. You follow orders. You have little input on how something should be done.) So when we got home and he was in his uniform, I told him to roll over and gave him a good bunch of whacks. I knew they hurt and he thanked me for them.

Later on, we went out to dinner. Along the way, we saw a sign about a restaurant that’s coming to the area. It didn’t sound familiar so I decided to look it up when we got to our restaurant. As soon as my phone was in my hand, I saw Lion wince. I checked the training collar app. What a surprise! Lion had forgotten to wear it. He’d remembered it on our previous trip out of the house. He even asked me if I had my phone that time. He wanted me to check up on him. Not this time. He was sans collar. More punishment for Lion. This is the first time I’ve ever punished him twice in one day.

When I was done with the swats, he said he thought it would be much worse. I was concerned about too many swats on an already sore butt. The intensity was the same. I just didn’t hit as many times as I would have, had this been a one punishment day. Live and learn. Next time I won’t take it so easy on him.

In the future, I have two choices. I can not tell him about any conversation with my son, or I can stop him before he gets started on the I-know-what’s-best train of thought. Maybe I can ward off the interruption that way. I guess Lion has two choices, too. He can interrupt me or not interrupt me.

Remembering the training collar is another matter. For now, he’s decided to wear it all the time except when peeing or showering. That way he can’t possibly forget it. As long as it’s not in my way, I don’t mind that tactic. As for the rule, he still only has to wear it when we’re out.

lion being masturbated
This is how Lion generally gets sex.

One key activity that many males in enforced chastity enjoy is tease and deny. In my case that means Mrs. Lion masturbates me just enough to get me on the edge of ejaculation and stops. This is an extreme form of what we used to call cock teasing. Mrs. Lion does this almost every day. Her hand is amazing. She knows just how to rub me the right way. It shouldn’t be surprising that after she’s done this several times, I’m desperate for her to let me come. She doesn’t. After I calm down, I put on the base ring and Mrs. Lion locks the cage around her weenie.

In a typical week, I get edged at least 30 times.  Mrs. Lion’s hand is quite busy. When she decides to take me out of my misery, she almost always uses her hand for that too. That’s her hand at work in the image (right). She says she likes doing this. Everyone needs a hobby.

I never imagined that my sex life would be more than 99% masturbation. It never occurred to me that masturbation would never include my hand. After more than three years my sexual fantasies always end up with Mrs. Lion giving me a hand job.  The fantasy may include spanking, oral sex, even intercourse, but invariably it ends up with Mrs. Lion finishing me off with her hand. My semen typically ends up being fed to me when she is done.

In the beginning of our relationship, sex followed this pattern. Mrs. Lion would tease me and get me hard. She would mount me cowgirl-style. She would ride for a while, then she would move over my mouth and I would continue with my tongue. When she had enough orgasms, she would dismount and masturbate me to orgasm. At least half the time, she would feed me the result. We were both very happy with that pattern.

During the dark days when we avoided sex with one another, I would masturbate between one and three times a week. About once a month I would signal that I wanted sex. I almost never came out and asked for it. I would scooch over to her in bed. She knew that was my signal. She would sit up and jerk me off. Occasionally, she would give me oral release.

I don’t feel badly about this. My fantasy started the hand job pattern 15 years ago. I love how it feels when Mrs. Lion jerks me off. I love her pussy and mouth too. My very first sexual experience with another person was a hand job. I went to an all-boys prep school, so I didn’t have the opportunity to interact with girls until my first year at college. My date was as inexperienced as I. We were both horny. After a long period of clumsy petting, we got naked. She shyly touched my penis (it was mine then). I showed her how I masturbate. She took over. I learned how to use my finger to please her. Over time we became very good with our hands. Eventually, we used our mouths too. We never fucked.

Here I am many years later with my sex life primarily masturbation. Mrs. Lion has learned to be a consummate expert at massaging her weenie. She always sees my appreciation of her work. I am occasionally fed the result.

This morning we had our first weigh-in. Now we have a starting point by which to judge all weigh-ins. My first thought was to go with a pound a week loss. It seems to be a rational start. Lion thinks it should be a pound a week, but have it average over a month. I told him the other day that if he loses two pounds in one week, that extra pound cannot be transferred to the next week. To me, that would be averaging a weight loss. I realize that we’ll each have our ups and downs. Maybe one week we’ll lose those two pounds and then stay steady for a week or two before going up or down again. So the compromise we came up with is that Lion has to at least maintain his weight from one week to the next. If he gains, he loses, in the form of punishment.

I was going to make a table showing each of our weights as of the Saturday morning weigh-in. The date, Lion’s name and weight, and my name and weight. It will be easy to see our progress. But no. Lion had to make a spreadsheet, because, I guess, if it’s on the computer, it’s much easier than simple pen and paper near the scale where it’s readily available for all to see. That’s okay. I’ll still make my table and keep it near the scale. He can have his spreadsheet. To each his own.

Lion’s other caveat is that I should lose weight more quickly because I’m just starting out and he started losing weight a while ago. Like my twenty pounds, as of today, don’t count as previous weight loss. It doesn’t really matter. I’m going to concentrate on my one pound a week, and hope it’s more. Lion can concentrate on his. And we’ll meet back on Saturday morning to see how we’ve done. Obviously my weigh loss is important “only” for my health. Lion’s is important for his health and his butt.

Lion doesn’t want to exercise right away because he’s older and worried about heart attack and stroke. He said he’ll just start walking more. I didn’t expect either of us to go out and run a marathon next weekend. Walking is exercise. We do have a treadmill. Since we’ve been largely sedentary for so long, we need to ease our way back into this. Walking works perfectly for that. We can go as slow or as fast as we need to. There’s no reason either of us has to press 200 pounds right away. If that’s a goal we set, we’ll get there eventually. Baby steps. Just like enforced chastity and FLR.

I’m sitting at the departure gate waiting for my flight home. I got an email from Mrs. Lion earlier in the day. She said that she had lunch with two women she works with. Mrs. Lion commented that she needs my help to lose weight. One of her coworkers said, “If he doesn’t help you, no nookie.” The other woman quickly agreed.

If I ever doubted that there is universal female awareness of their control over male sexuality, it evaporated when I read that email. Mrs. Lion, of course, smiled inwardly. If those women only knew! That conversation is disturbing. It’s not unlike the one my lioness had with her coworkers when they all agreed their husbands are their oldest children.

Those two conversations revealed by my lioness gave me a peek into the super-secret world of the female of the species. We males drift through life blissfully unaware how the so-called weaker sex controls us. Assuming that a man is sexually faithful to his wife, if she chooses to withhold sex, his only alternative is masturbation. That isn’t an alternative to his wife’s attention; not even a little.

The reason porn is so addictive to some guys is that it feeds fantasies that make jerking off feel like real sex. It doesn’t work. If it did, guys wouldn’t even ask their mates for sex. I find it interesting that I don’t particularly enjoy masturbating, but I love it when Mrs. Lion jerks me off.

My point is that this feminine power works with or without a chastity device. The only real difference is that when I’m locked up, I can’t masturbate or have sex with anyone. I would argue that isn’t very different from when I am wild. I’m monogamous. I’m not going to mount anyone else. So, technically I could jerk off. I would get in big trouble if Mrs. Lion found out, but I am physically able. That’s just not attractive to me. So, I’ve been wild for the last five days. Nothing is different for me than when I am securely locked in my chastity device.

Women tend to take the longer view of things. A wife knows that her husband may jerk off if she refuses him her attention. But she also knows the longer he resorts to his hand, the less he will enjoy it. His surrender is inevitable.  So, with or without formal chastity, the female has the key to his sexual fun. Sounds like enforced chastity to me.

The bottom line is that the real difference between my enforced chastity and what most husbands think of as their normal sex life, is that I know exactly where the control resides. The vanilla husbands believe that they get sex when they want. The conveniently forget that they only get sex when their wives let them. They are under the same female control that I am. They don’t realize it.

Before my recent consideration of this topic and Mrs. Lion’s report of her conversations, I believed that I surrendered sexual control. I think it’s closer to the truth that I acknowledged my surrender. I gave up that control as soon as we began living together.

In fairness to Mrs. Lion, I know she never consciously thought she had this control and certainly never exploited it. But it was there just the same. I know that on some level she was aware of her power. Apparently, all women know that. Mrs Lion’s lunch conversation proves that point. I don’t think I was meant to figure all this out.

Knowing the truth doesn’t change anything. It’s easier to stay blissfully ignorant.