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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

I haven’t had that many waits lasting much more than 10 days. The current one may turn out to break my previous record (21 days, I think). I always imagined that when I finally get to come, it would be so intense I would nearly pass out. My experience is quite different.

That long-awaited orgasm hurts more than delights. Yes, it is intense for me, but not in a way I enjoy. The buildup is there just the same as when Mrs. Lion edges me. But when I get past the point of no return, there isn’t that amazing crescendo. It’s more a kind of empty feeling and a slight burning as the semen comes out.

I know other guys have described the same sort of effect. Sometimes, even after a fairly short wait the same thing happens to me. If I get a chance to come a few days after that long wait, the orgasm is amazing. I have no explanation for this effect. I’ve also noticed that if I finally get to come after an extra-long teasing session, the orgasm can be less intense as well.

This isn’t an argument for Mrs. Lion to limit her pre-orgasm teasing, nor for her to keep my waits short. I would put my orgasmic experiences in the “personal problem” folder and not let them affect decisions regarding teasing and waits between orgasms. It just seems odd to me that my physical responses would be so counter-intuitive.

Given all this, Mrs. Lion’s instinct to alternate long and short waits would optimize my pleasure. Of course, a long series of 5 to 10 day waits wouldn’t make the orgasms unpleasant. That appears to be the optimum range of tease vs ejaculate.

I suspect that with conditioning – gradually increasing waits by a day every couple of orgasms – would probably learn to have “good” orgasms after longer waits. Of course, this may never become an issue with us. Mrs. Lion sees no particular value in making me wait very long. I agree with her reasoning. Her control is expressed by her ability to decide, without my input, what my sexual experiences will be.

That’s the core of enforced chastity. Contrary to popular belief, it doesn’t have to be about making the male wait a long time between orgasms. It’s about making him wait until his keyholder decides to give him one. If Mrs. Lion makes me come every day, something I don’t particularly like, it is her expression of control over me. She knows I don’t particularly like it, so she doesn’t do it. I disagree with that decision.

Just to reassert her sexual power a period of daily orgasms (a couple of weeks, I guess) would send me a powerful message. Making me wait two or three weeks isn’t a lot of fun, but I love the teasing I get while I wait. I know that I’ve learned to accept longer waits with no particular stress. I wonder if I can learn to handle very frequent orgasms. After four or five daily orgasms, I truly don’t want more. If she persists, could I learn to tolerate, even enjoy that attention. I’m curious.

Then, once I learn to enjoy daily orgasms, how will it feel if suddenly there is a two week wait? I think it might be interesting to keep me sexually off balance. In my experience, varying from a few days to a week or ten days is comfortable for me. What if the range expands. How would two or three weeks of daily orgasms followed by a three week wait feel? Would that send me strong control message? Will I get to find out?

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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Underwear

As Lion said in his post this morning, I like him in red underwear. I think he looks good with a red butt. Pun intended. I didn’t actually say he had to wear nothing but red, but if he needs that black and white rule then his butt will be red. It’s true, it is his favorite color. I just think it looks very nice on him. Currently he has blue, yellow, gray, red, and white. He asked if I liked him better in white. Nope. Maybe it’s the style of his white underwear, but they don’t look as nice as color.

My favorite color is blue, but the red really draws my eyes to his cute tush. Not that I need any help eyeing his tush, especially when he bends over. Yum! He often tells me that I can ask him to bend over whenever I want the view, but there’s something yummier about a spontaneous mooning. Obviously, I’d rather have a naked mooning than an underwear mooning, but I’ll take that tush view any way I can get it.

I’m more likely to fondle Lion’s buns than my weenie or balls. When he’s facing me, of course, I go for the balls. Most other times, it’s the buns. When I do, he wiggles for me. Depending on how much attention I give him, he’ll let out a purr. He may even arch his back and stick his butt out for me. Cats of all sizes like to be petted.

All this talk of underwear does not change the fact that Lion still has to be naked at home. I’ll just be treated to the flash of red when he’s getting dressed and undressed. Maybe at some point I’ll have him give me a little show in his red undies. Maybe he’ll walk the big catwalk for me. I think when he gets his new undies in a few weeks, he should have to model each pair for me. Yup. The Lion’s Secret fashion show. I’m looking forward to it.

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In: Femdom, Lion's Journal
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These are the red underpants I selected. Mrs. Lion now requires that all my underwear is red. Style is up to me

I’m feeling much better. Last night I decided to remove the stent going from my kidney to my bladder. The surgeon left a string dangling from the end of my penis for just this purpose. I was very nervous. Both of us were concerned. I slowly pulled the string. I could feel resistance inside me. After over two feet of the blue surgical thread, the white rubber stent appeared. It was about twenty inches long. It didn’t hurt much going out. As soon as it was completely clear of my penis, I felt much better. That stent was responsible for the pain I have been feeling.  I’m sure it will be days before all is completely well, but at least I don’t need powerful drugs for the pain.

All weekend I was going though underpants like crazy. One of my meds turned my urine orange. I wore underpants to avoid staining the sheets with any drips. I didn’t want to stain my day-to-day underpants. I have a collection of underpants I bought to try out different brands and styles. They all got called into service over the weekend. With my recent weight loss and overall unhappiness with the underwear I have, I decided to go for a more classic brief. I asked Mrs. Lion if she has a preference for what I wear.

She said, “Red.”

“Red?”

“Yes, I like red.”

“You want all my my underpants to be red?”

She sighed. “Yes, Red.”

Without another word I found the style I want on the “Obviously” web site and ordered nine pairs in red. This is the first time Mrs Lion has shown any preference for what I wear or don’t wear. It will take two or three weeks for the underpants to get here from China where they are made. She said there’s no rush.

This is a big deal to me because it’s another way she’s exercising control. It may seem a bit “fetishy” to some. Perhaps it is. I see it as something she has changed in my every day life just because she says so. She knows that red is my favorite color and that I tend to wear muted colors. Not many people will see my brightly colored butt.

I like this because it is consistent. The only undies in my drawer will be an approved (by Mrs. Lion) shade of red. It’s similar to other wives replacing all their husband’s underpants with women’s panties. It is a constant reminder of her power. Mrs. Lion knows that I really like “no exception” rules. I like this new one.

 

 

 

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

Poor Lion is still in a lot of pain. Although he’d like to avoid taking the pain pills, he has to take them. When he pees, he screams. Well, he roars. This morning when he peed, it was more of a growl than a roar. I took that to mean he was in less pain. Yes and no. It depends. Apparently the stent he got the other day still moves around quite a bit. For now, Lion needs his pain pills even if they do make him into a space cadet.

He wobbles when he walks and he makes less sense when he’s a space cadet. Usually I can figure out what he’s talking about even if he uses the occasional incorrect word. Generally the conversation will tail off as he falls asleep. And then he’s awake again, adamant that he wasn’t asleep. Yesterday he told me I’ve lost all sympathy for him because I’ve been on my iPad. I’m not sure what being on my iPad has to do with sympathy, but I’m fairly certain it was the drug talking. I am sympathetic to his pain. I just can’t do anything about it.

Lion does understand, drugged or not, that I am taking good care of him. Aside from being out of the house for an hour or so on Friday, I’ve been either in the bedroom or not far away from him. This morning he said he could make breakfast. The only thing that would break fast was him. He’d dreamed of bacon so I made him bacon, scrambled eggs, and rye toast. In a few minutes, I’ll make him lunch. And dinner later on. I’m taking care of the laundry and the rest of the house while he recuperates. He is very thankful for me and tells me several times a day. It’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me if I was in the same situation. It’s what we do for each other all the time, sick or not.

We make a pretty good team. Some of my coworkers are in more traditional relationships where she does the cooking, cleaning, etc. and he does the “man” things. One hurt her back a long time ago and was unable to lift anything or stand for any length of time. Her husband assumed all cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. duties while she recuperated. He still does the majority of the cooking. I think each couple finds a way to work things out or they aren’t a couple for very long. Lion and I tell each other every day how lucky we are to have found each other. That’s our secret to working things out.