I think we might have played in the sling last night if our dog hadn’t had a seizure. I had to get her cleaned up and clean the floor and then dinner was late. Life conspired against us. However, another weekend is upon us and I’m sure we’ll find time to play in the sling in the next two days.

Lion is at the last of his doctor appointments of the week. He took the last of his steroids days ago but he’s started to itch again. I think it’s time to change the bed. I’m hoping this doctor will have some idea about stopping the itching, short of getting rid of the dog. As long as Lion doesn’t need to be inside a giant plastic bubble we should be able to deal with it.

I probably have to manscape Lion. Before I do that, I want to get him with some menthol rub. He bought some really evil stuff. Silly boy. He should know I’ll use it eventually. Why keep buying meaner and meaner stuff? Perhaps I need to make a rule about buying things like that. Maybe I should make rules about buying anything related to play. I need a chance to catch up. Maybe if I use them more often he won’t be so quick to buy things. Wouldn’t it be nice to have fiery balls? *singe* Oh. Maybe not.

It’s interesting to me that he hates the things I’ve bought. Those tiny little dollhouse clothespins and Velcro are among the things he whines about when I bring them out. He’ll plead with me not to use them. But I can whomp his butt all day long. I know he hates punishment swats but maybe the dollhouse clothespins are a more effective form of punishment. He certainly won’t interrupt if he knows those little bastards will be clamped down on the head of my weenie. Perhaps it’s time to change tactics.

We’ve almost completed four years of enforced male chastity. We’ve gone through many changes in that time. We started out trying to follow the evergreen chastity fantasies. It took almost no time to realize that they weren’t going to work. Mrs. Lion was sure I would grow tired of wearing a chastity device and ask to stop. She didn’t understand how important it was to me.

The idea of wearing a chastity device, while cool, wasn’t what compelled me to continue. My reason was much more basic. I was tired of no meaningful sexual contact with my beloved lioness. When we started, I was lucky to get a hand job once a month. I masturbated a couple of times a week. That was my sex life.

I imagined that enforced chastity would force us to have sexual contact more frequently. Most people expect enforced chastity to reduce the frequency of male orgasms. I figured that the focus on locking up my penis and then teasing me, would give me a lot more sex. I didn’t care if the sex was orgasmic or not. I just wanted the contact.

It worked. Mrs. Lion edged me every couple of days. She also made me come much more frequently than before I was locked up. Even better, we touched each other and kissed way more frequently than before. Enforced chastity flipped a switch that returned intimacy to our marriage. It didn’t take long for Mrs. Lion to realize that we had turned a corner and understood what made it happen. At that point, we decided that chastity would become a permanent part of our marriage.

A year later, we decided to try expanding her authority to cover other areas of our lives. It took us quite a while to develop our own version of a female led relationship. Once more we learned from experience. Now, we are both comfortable with our power exchange. My point is that meaningful change takes time. It doesn’t take long to lock on a chastity device, but it takes quite a while to integrate it into a relationship.

It’s natural to focus on hardware in the beginning. After a while, the device itself isn’t really necessary. I’m conditioned (trained) to depend completely on Mrs. Lion for any sexual fun. I can’t imagine jerking off again. It is completely natural to obey Mrs. Lion and docilely accept punishment from her. We’ve both changed in very fundamental ways.

Mrs. Lion accepts her role and is much better about telling me what she wants. She is much more confident with me. I hope that confidence rubs off on the outside world. She’s a smart, strong woman who is worthy of respect everywhere she goes. She is my best friend, soulmate, and disciplining wife. If you read back in our archives, you can see how we got here.