“I say keep him free and have some fun with his masturbation. Make him do it in front of you while you watch and giggle. Making him swallow afterwards is a fun little “consequence”. Or allow him the freedom to masturbate as he pleases, but he must tell you afterwards and suffer a beaten butt as a consequence. Or if you catch him at it red-handed, double consequences! I enjoy my husband’s incessant need to tug on his penis like a little monkey, and have fun with it.”
This is interesting and very different to how Mrs. Lion considers my jerking off. When we first began male chastity, I told her that I masturbated. She was genuinely surprised. I reacted with some surprise of my own. For about five years, there was almost no sex. Generally, I got a hand job once a month. She must have imagined that I was OK with that. I wasn’t.
I had been masturbating about twice a week that entire time. Anyway, Mrs. Lion apparently had no idea I did that. When I told her, she had me jerk off while she watched. It was more educational for her than humiliating for me. When I finished, I was locked into my chastity device.
Subsequently, she wrote how she considered me masturbating as a mild form of sexual betrayal. She made it very clear that she would consider masturbation a serious breach of marital trust. I haven’t masturbated since that night in December 2013.
Julie’s suggestion is an interesting humiliation scenario. I can’t imagine me doing it. I’ve lost masturbation as a sexual choice for me. I can’t explain exactly why or how, but I just don’t even think about jerking off. Left to my own devices, it would take a lot before I would even try.
Would I feel humiliated if Mrs. Lion made me do it in front of her? I don’t think so. I would be so intent on trying to execute this now-extinct maneuver, that I doubt I would even realize she was watching.
In order for Julie’s suggestion to be effective, I would somehow have to relearn to enjoy jerking off. That may sound odd, but it’s true. I’ve been conditioned to remove masturbation from my sexual repertoire. Seriously, I have. I don’t think Mrs. Lion wants to retrain me to like it again.