I was just reading Lion’s post for tomorrow. Normally, I don’t read his until mine is written. I don’t want to step on something he’s written about. It would be incongruous if I suggested locking him back up, for example, and his post for tomorrow was his desire to be locked back up. It’s not, by the way. But I would seem psychic. Besides, we tend to be on the same wavelength most of the time anyway. I’ll write my post, schedule it and I’ll notice his is already in there so I’ll read it. And, wouldn’t you know, we’re both talking about locking him back up anyway.

Anyway, what caught my eye is that Lion has had 48 orgasms in 2017. I don’t know what week of the year we’re in right now but that averages out to more than one a week at this point. There’s nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think of his orgasms as being weekly or monthly. He has them when I give them to him. I know I don’t make him wait long. He’s also had his health issues along the way. He hasn’t felt as horny as he might have been. And then when he has felt horny, I’ve given him an orgasm right away. It’s sort of defeated the purpose.

I’m not suggesting I’ll make him wait for any extended period of time just because I realized he’s on target for one a week. I have decided to make him wait a few days this time around. I was planning on giving him one this weekend, but he said he figured out his birthday present was an orgasm on Monday. Well. OK. If he wants to wait that long. He said he didn’t mind an orgasm sooner. Of course not! He’d be thrilled with one Saturday and Monday. Less thrilled with Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, but I bet he’d power through like a trooper. A guy’s birthday only comes around once a year, after all.

I guess my only question now is, do I hold him to an orgasm a week for the rest of the year or do I go for a record and give him more than last year? I bet he has that number somewhere.

[Lion – Of course I do. Last year (2016), I had a total of 58 orgasms. There are 12 more weeks left in this year. So far I have had 48. So, if I get one a week for the rest of the year, I will at 60, which of course, is greater than in 2016. Is the goal for me to have more every year?]

It’s come to my attention that many unmarried women have never seen a flaccid penis. That’s not too surprising. Their exposure is to erections, since men don’t normally display their cocks when soft. Many guys go to great extremes to avoid letting their dates see them after sex. It is likely they worry the small size of a soft dick will turn them off. There aren’t that many images around on the web of soft cocks either. Again, not surprising. As a result, some women are curious about what we are hiding.

We males think that our penises are attractive only when erect. Mine is quite tiny when soft. My chastity device has a very short 1 1/4-inch cage. Outside of its cage, it is still quite little. When erect it is about six-inches long. I am reasonably proud of that.

My point is that from a male perspective, there is no pride associated with a soft cock. We generally avoid letting women see it. So, in the normal course of things, soft weenies sightings are relatively rare.

Interestingly, enforced chastity celebrates the flaccid penis. An erection is actively prevented by the chastity device. A soft cock is a chaste cock. Right?

Possibly the most perverted thing about enforced chastity is that we chaste males display our flaccidity with pride. It is the badge of compliance. See? I’m a good boy. An erection is a treat provided only by our keyholders.

Does this mean that women might prefer viewing flaccidity? Do erections carry a message that the woman is expected to do something? A flaccid cock, on the other hand, is a neutral expression of gender. That little thing between his legs identifies him as a male, not a sexual obligation.

The enforced chastity fantasies almost always refer to the caged (soft) male providing unselfish sex to the keyholder. Lack of erection while providing sexual service is the primary virtue of chastity to some. The idea is that the male identity remains (the presence of a penis), but the sexual obligation for the woman is gone (the flaccid state of that penis).

Ideally, the penis remains flaccid until the woman wishes to make sexual use of it. In a sense, she has a switch she can use to inflate or deflate it. The cage is that switch. His desire for sex is irrelevant. She and she alone switches his cock on and off.

Many guys find that idea incredibly hot. I’m pretty sure it isn’t that exciting to women. In fact, the state of his penis isn’t important at all to her. She knows he won’t rape her. An unwanted erection flopping around might be funny to her.

Other than curiosity about viewing a flaccid penis, there is no good reason why a woman cares if a guy is hard or not. Her interest only occurs when she wants him erect for sexual reasons. She knows she can usually produce an erection with a little effort if she wants one.

All this fuss over flaccidity and chastity is, I think, a male artifact. The state of my cock is of great interest to me. I don’t think Mrs. Lion thinks about it much. She doesn’t care if I am hard or soft as long as I don’t play with it. She does want it hard if she plays with it. Anything else is in my head, not hers.

Lion had no trouble at all taking the dildo once we made sure there was enough lube for things to move smoothly. I was able to move it in and out with no pain. I’d say it was probably less than five minutes that I pegged him, but it was easy to do even after so many weeks of no anal activity at all.

It certainly turned Lion on. He was hard in no time. I used my hand at first but then I decided to torture him with my mouth. It used to be he’d get an orgasm when I gave him oral. That is no longer a given. I’ve gotten pretty good at taking him very close to the edge and leaving him hanging. Or, as I said last night, leave him wanting more.

I know I’ve done a good job when he tells me how close I came. I’m sure he was both hopeful that I would go too far and that I would stop in time. Part of him wants to wait. Part of him wants to come. Waiting was on the agenda last night.

I don’t know how horny he is today. I haven’t heard the Lion weather report. Actually I haven’t heard a Lion weather report in a while. He hasn’t been very horny lately and when he is I’ve just given him an orgasm. I think he needs to wait a bit this time. At least until he’s really horny.

Tonight I’ll peg him again. He wondered the other day if I’d use the RodeoH last night. I didn’t but I might tonight. Who knows what I’ll do? That’s what keeps Lion on his toes.

Lion’s shoulder was still hurting last night. He growled a little when I told him to roll over for his punishment. I’d already delayed spanking him one day and he has PT again today so it’s likely he’ll be sore tonight as well. And it’s not my fault he earned himself a punishment in the first place. Don’t piss off the paddler and the paddlee’s butt won’t be sore.

A while after I whomped him we snuggled. I attempted to get him hard by fondling him and swatting his balls a little. I guess it’s not surprising that he didn’t get hard. He needs more stimulation than that. He tells me he won’t get hard if I swat his balls first. He needs to be hard first. But there are times that he’ll get hard because I swat his balls. It just depends how horny he is to begin with.

Last weekend Lion told me we could probably resume pegging again. I haven’t so far but on my way out of the bathroom I caught site of a dildo on the bathroom counter. I told him the pegging will resume tonight. I assume we’ll have to start from the beginning again. Not that that’s a big deal. We can probably use the same dildo. I’ll just have to put it in but not move it.

I’m hoping pegging will help Lion get hard when we play. Otherwise I’ll have to find something else to do to him. I certainly have a big enough arsenal to take care of that.