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We are slowly getting better. Lion has been sick for a few weeks. I seem to have lucked out with just a little over a week. I managed to change the bed last night without wiping myself out. But I had some trouble getting to sleep last night so today I’m tired.

Yesterday Lion alluded to starting sex again. I’m not sure when we’ll be able to do that. On the one hand I’d like to get back to normal. On the other hand Lion should be able to go a while without coughing or having trouble breathing before we resume activities. I’m not rushing him.

The next decision will be when to lock Mr. Weenie away again. Lion has been wild for weeks. If he hadn’t already been wild I would have unlocked him while he was sick. It would have been one more thing to mess around with and no one wants that when they’re sick. I don’t want to lock him up too soon. I’d rather have him think he’s getting away with something than have him hate being back in the cage too early. Maybe this weekend we’ll feel well enough to do some manscaping and then he can be locked up. I know he must be fuzzy by now.

[Lion — I’m very fuzzy now. I think I am also ready for sex. I haven’t been coughing much at all today.]

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We’re slowly rejoining the world. I worked from home for most of the day and went back to bed for the rest. I’m not happy about how long it’s taking to get well. I’m still not eating much. I’ve lost about ten pounds over the last week or so. That’s the one thing I like about all this.

I’ve been thinking about enforced chastity and me. It isn’t doubt about whether or not we should stop or change our power exchange. It’s more about the role ejaculation plays in all this.

It seems like a no-brainer. if you lock up a cock, you must be doing it to limit it’s ability to get hard and ejaculate. I can’t argue with that. Most guys focus on the suppression of erection and ejaculation. Pretty much everything I’ve read on the subject is about that. Some believe that there is a purity in suppression of ejaculation. It is better to wait longer. In that light, I’m a horrible case. My orgasms are rarely more than a week apart.

Aside from the hardware, some guys report they are more submissive if made to wait for their next ejaculation. They claim to be more willful and dominant for days after getting release. I certainly hope that isn’t the case. I know I am different for a day or two after I come. I lose interest in another orgasm. It’s my extended refractory period. However, I’m not more or less controlling. I’m not willful. I’m just me not yet ready for another ejaculation.

After our years of enforced male chastity, I haven’t changed in any fundamental way. My cock is the same size. It takes about the same amount of time for me to come. That’s not surprising. But, it is true that after an intense edging session I am frustrated and a little grumpy. No surprise there.

What then, is the value of ejaculating? It’s a natural relaxant. It takes sexual tension out of me. My attention  shifts from sex to other things. I’m not sexually obsessive. When I’m horny, sex is far from the most important thing on my mind. But it is there. After ejaculating, sex is off the table for a while.

That’s what got me thinking. I change after sex by not being particularly interested in it. I’m more focused on he rest of what’s happening. That’s a good thing, right? There’s lots of folklore about a satisfied male being the best company, etc. Ejaculation is seen as a social lubricant. Men who are sexually satisfied are better company.

Those of us who are made to wait are less lubricated, so to speak. Frustration is seen as a motivator for properly submissive behavior. When, in fact, the opposite may be the case. Being locked in a chastity device is not an automatic signal that the penis inside it wants sexual starvation. I disagree.

The device gives the keyholder complete control over sex for the caged male. If he gets regular, frequent ejaculations, he should be in a mellow, agreeable mental state. If he fails in his role, the device can be left on and he can be reminded of how frustration feels. I think I will work just as hard for my next orgasm whether it is three days or three weeks off. The only difference is how obsessed I will be about finally getting to ejaculate.

Fat, happy, satisfied and locked up is just as powerful as locked and frustrated.

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A post two days in a row? I must be feeling better! Not 100% yet but I’m back at work and holding my own so far. I have a desk job so it’s not as bad as it could be.

Lion alluded to the fact that he might be getting horny again. We’ll see. He’s working from home (at least that was the plan when I left) because we decided his commute would knock him out too much to get any work done. Making his way across the hall is a lot easier than driving in traffic. If he’s home he can collapse whenever he needs to.

My first task this morning was a phone call during which I forgot a few identification numbers that I normally can rattle off with no problem. I guess I’m still foggy. Good thing I have these things within easy reach. Oh well. My boss is still sick and I know this cold/flu/Black Plague takes a while to get over. I’ll get there eventually.

In the meantime I’m in charge of making sure my little piece of the department runs smoothly. I’ve already sent out a bunch of paperwork that looked fine to me, but then again I forgot those pesky identification numbers so who knows? The powers that be are happy I’m back. Of course they don’t know how accurate that bunch of paperwork will be any more than I do. It’ll be our little secret.

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It’s been more than ten days since I last posted. I’ve been in bed the entire time. This is the first time I’ve spent any real time in a sitting position. I’m still coughing and find myself needing a snooze now and then. I’m not over what ever I have, but enough is enough. I can usually tell when I am recovering: I want to go places and do things. I guess sitting at my desk and writing is a good sign.

My interest in sex generally returns before I have any serious ability to do anything about it. I experienced the first springlike stirrings between my legs today too. It isn’t that I’m ready to ask Mrs. Lion to do anything about it. I don’t want sexual attention. Over the last ten days I had no interest in anything sexual: no horny thoughts and no morning wood. At one point I wondered if my libido had finally died. Apparently it hasn’t.

I knew things were bad when I read Julie’s incredibly hot post featuring her giving her husband a golden shower. It took three sessions to get through her post. I kept needing to sleep. A lion needs sickroom reading! Incredibly, I wasn’t aroused. Now, that’s serious! I love Julie and her writing. The golden shower she describes is a long-held fantasy of mine. I am always turned on thinking about it. But not this time. It had nothing to do with Julie’s writing skill. For me, it was a reliable indicator that my libido was gone.

Her post describes one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. It isn’t that I think it is too kinky. Me think that? Hah! I’ve provided lots of golden showers to appreciative women. It’s something else; something that I wonder if I would hate if actually experiencing it. On the other hand, that, in itself, isn’t a big deal. It’s taken me a long time to willingly accept anal visitors of some size. That hurts. It may have more to do with taste as a part of sex.  I don’t know.

The subject isn’t very interesting to me today. It’s just that when I was completely free of any sexual interest at all, my aversion to turning this particular fantasy to reality, was easier to analyze without any sexual noise. It may have a lot to do with the surrender that this particular activity means to me. It’s intensely personal. Well, of course, all of this stuff is. But the invasion of my mouth and the taboo activity I have to accept makes it hot to think about and equally difficult to consider actually doing.

Anyway, now that my libido is awakening, such analytical thoughts will drift into the mists. However, I believe there is an insight into what my deepest, inner self is protecting. It could be that my mouth is my most fiercely guarded submissive portal. I’m not ready to admit it, but it may also be the mother lode in terms of my ultimate sexual arousal.