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Lion is back to work today. He said he’ll make it a short week. I teased him that it’s already a short week. He meant he’d only work part of each day. I knew that. At least I hoped that. After being away from work and the stressors of commuting for a few weeks, I knew it would be tiring for him. I envision walking in the door tonight and finding him in bed snoozing.

I think the dog was annoyed that he was leaving her alone. She never came out to help me make my sandwich. She was protesting under the bed until I starting picking up my keys and phone. Then she nearly knocked Lion over trying to get out from under the bed. She gets a treat from each of us as we leave. Clearly she has us trained well. She will definitely be asleep when Lion gets home.

I wish I was home. I could use a nap. I’m not sure why since we didn’t play last night. We won’t play tonight either. Lion gets the stent removed tomorrow and I’m not sure how he’ll feel about playing then. Having something fished out of my weenie doesn’t sound like a bit of fun. He may be in pain. I’ll be available for snuggling or whatever else he’s up for.

Once we get past tomorrow I’m putting my foot down. No more health issues. No more falling down stairs or kidney stones. No more flu or colds. We’re done. We’ve had enough to last a very long time. It’s smooth sailing from now on. We do tend to have issues at the very end or beginning of each year. I keep suggesting we hibernate but no one listens. Think of all the trouble we could have avoided if we were just hunkered down for the winter!

No matter. Our year starts now. The sun is out right now. Spring promises a new beginning. We need it.

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After my kidney stone removal, the surgeon went to talk with Mrs. Lion. I never saw him. Apparently, he told her no sex until my stent is removed. The stent is a rubber tube that is inserted inside the ureter to protect it while it heals. Removing the stone injured it a bit. I never really understood that she was told no sex. I missed that. But after her post yesterday, I got the point.

It’s not that I’m in a constant state of heat. Much of the day I feel like I need to pee. When I try, it hurts a lot. That’s the stent.  Hopefully, I can get it removed soon. I have enjoyed the edging, but I wonder if the activity hasn’t made the pain peeing worse. In any case, we’re off any sexual activity for a while. Happily, the stent will be removed tomorrow after lunch.

That puts me in an odd position. I’m a sex blogger who can’t have sex. Yes, I am used to being denied, but the denial always comes with a side of teasing. If I write about arousing activities, I’ll get hot. So, I best cool it on that front. I’m just so happy to put all this behind me. These health issues have  disrupted our routines.

Of course, the forced inactivity has given me a chance to reflect on our sexual evolution. My (five years ago) early assumption was that enforced chastity would steadily reduce the frequency of ejaculation. I equated lack of sex with my submission. Interestingly, Mrs. Lion never bought into that concept. Her idea from the first day was that she controlled when I ejaculate. She never felt the need to “train” me to want less sex.

More recently, she seems to like the idea of establishing a rhythm. That doesn’t mean I ejaculate every Saturday. It just means that sexual release will be a natural part of the larger FLRD. That makes sense to me. I expect the sex to be something provided to me because it’s part of my male existence. Progress is most likely going to be in Mrs. Lion gaining confidence exercising wider control and using discipline to accelerate my learning.

That may sound no different than what we’ve been doing. I think it is. It’s shifting FLRD from what we do to who we are.

 

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Lion is wild again. When he thought he was going to work today he asked to be wild to make things easier. He’s still not feeling well so I agreed. Then he decided he wasn’t going in again. I warned him that he’s still not allowed to play with my weenie.

Lion has a cough and I think it’s related to the anesthesia. I think it irritated his lungs and the more he coughs the more irritated they become. He’s still taking a lot of mini naps throughout the day and evening. And then he wakes up wanting attention. It takes so little to get him excited.

I remember the surgeon saying no sex until the stent is out. Lion is convinced the area the stent is in has nothing to do with the “sex area”. While it’s true the “sex area” is physically removed from the ureter, the doctor still said no sex. I think edging is pushing things a bit but I won’t give Lion an orgasm until the stent is out. No matter how much he whines.

For the record, he hasn’t been whining. He’s been giving me pouty faces and reminding me how horny he is and how many days it’s been since his last orgasm. That’s fine, but I am under doctor’s orders not to give him any sex. I’ll probably never see this doctor again but if Lion goes in to have the stent removed and the doctor asks why the stent is now in his navel, it won’t be from me giving him an orgasm. Sorry, my pet.

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Enforced male chastity seems like the simplest of kinks; lock a chastity device on your penis and there you go. Right? That’s it. Case closed. Take spanking. It’s easy to convince me to be spanked. I get hard just thinking about it.  Sex is even easier. I’m available when Mrs. Lion wishes. Rub my cock and I obediently get hard and ejaculate. Easy peasy.

It’s possible to spend a lifetime on this level. Most guys, including me, would be quite content with this. My male brain is very good at consistently reacting to these stimuli in the same, predictable way every time. That’s odd since the outcome rarely works out the way I expect.

Albert Einstein said that the definition of insanity is to repeat an activity expecting different results. Take spanking. When Mrs. Lion wants to spank me, I feel a little sexual twinge and obediently roll over on my stomach expecting to get more aroused as she turns me on with her paddle.

It never works out that way. For a short time I’m turned on. Then it starts to hurt. The hurt isn’t sexy at all. I want to get away but I don’t try. By the time I want to get out of range, I know that things will not end well. I also know that I will make things worse for myself if I don’t stay in position. It’s the same story every time. Every time. You’d think I  would learn that my early erection will disappear in a red haze of pain. It’s been years and I haven’t.

The same is true of enforced chastity. I find it very hot to think about my penis locked up by my lioness. I know that most of the time the device will be inconvenient and prevent me from enjoying even a small erection. It’s more fun being wild.

It amazes me that I am so easily manipulated, especially considering that I know it’s happening. I just can’t help myself.  Mrs. Lion frequently comments on that particular irony.  Here I am writing about the way I am so easily controlled. I clearly understand what’s happening. But it doesn’t matter. What’s worse, over time I’ve been trained to accept those spankings and loss of sexual freedom without needing the sexual bait.

At this point, only Mrs. Lion’s disbelief that I can really be trained, limits moving forward more. I know that she will slowly test the waters and her power will grow and mine will diminish. We may be closing in on the next step. Mrs. Lion has dipped her toe into more direct orders she knows I won’t enjoy following. Perhaps we’re moving past “forcing” me to do what I want to do and into more difficult challenges.

Of course, the bait is still there. I’m turned on by the thought she will take more control. I’m pretty sure that when she does, it won’t be fun at all. But then, she’s good with that bait.