We are closing in on the end of the year. It’s time to take a look back. Based on Mrs. Lion’s comment, it looks like I will have 60 orgasms this year. That amounts to an average of one every 6 days. Not shown on the graph are the edging sessions. Given, that for at least three months in 2017 I was uninterested in sex (3 medical procedures), the real average is probably less.
Mrs. Lion reminded me (and you) that my orgasm control isn’t about reducing the number of orgasms to as small a number as possible. She believes that I should come when she feels like giving me an orgasm; no schedule or other rules.
Her weapon of choice is the hand job. That’s clear by looking at the graph. Sixty-nine percent are executed by hand, thirty percent oral. I enjoyed all but nine percent; they were ruined. Some think that such frequent orgasms invalidate our male chastity relationship. Of course, Mrs. Lion decides when I get to ejaculate.
I keep track of orgasms and wait times purely out of curiosity and my interest in keeping track. I guess many guys are like that. We’ve been at all this long enough to feel secure that we are doing the right thing; for us. The reason I decided to share these stats is that I like the cool charts I can make with Excel. I use a spreadsheet to track my sex life.
I do a lot of things that ultimately aren’t particularly meaningful. I wear a chastity device but don’t need one to remain chaste. I want a disciplinary relationship even though Mrs. Lion and I have a great partnership and we rarely argue. Keeping books on my orgasms has no effect on my sex life.
All of these things are complications that I’m responsible for imposing on our lives. Now that we are at the end of our fourth year doing this stuff, I can’t help but reflect on these choices. I think it’s healthy to evaluate the contribution these things make to us and our relationship. Somewhat surprisingly, I think all this stuff is good for us both.
Of course, right now I wouldn’t mind retracting the disciplinary part. I committed two food sins. On Wednesday night I ate before Mrs. Lion. Last night, I managed to get some Tika Masala on my shirt. I’m writing this Thursday night while she is in the shower. When she gets out, I’ll be spanked. I’m not sure what else is in store for me, but I won’t like it.
Lest you think I am protesting something I actually want, let me state that I don’t want to be punished. I just want to snuggle under the covers (it’s cold here), hold hands, and watch TV.
It’s times like this that make me wonder why I think I want this sort of stuff. I also wonder why I wanted to go back into the chastity device. Have we passed the “best by” date? Is four years long enough for all this? I don’t know. It’s worth thinking about.