We didn’t play last night. It was only a day after Lion’s orgasm and he’s usually not that horny then. We held hands and watched TV. When he was getting ready for bed, Lion asked if I realized that we hadn’t snuggled at all. Well, yeah. We held hands. I wasn’t on my iPad. He had my attention while we watched TV.

Snuggling while watching TV is sometimes uncomfortable. The TV is lined up more toward Lion’s side of the bed. I need to look back over my shoulder to see anything. My neck hurts at times. But that’s not why I don’t snuggle. It’s only why I have to stop snuggling. Even then I stay close.

Maybe his remark was more directed at the fact that I did go on my iPad at the end of the night. We don’t normally snuggle after the dog has her ice cream because we usually have a snack then too. By that time we’re winding down for bed.

I’m not saying we shouldn’t snuggle. I’m just wondering why he pointed it out last night.

Tonight I’ll check my weenie for lingering sore spots. If there are none we can play if Lion feels horny. I haven’t had a weather report today. Of course, the argument could be made for playing even if he isn’t horny. If I want to play then, dammit, we’ll play! I’ve never really subscribed to that theory. But I’m learning new things all the time so who knows?

[Lion — I just wanted to feel Mrs. Lion next to me.]

I worked from home yesterday. It was May first. Demonstrations, sometimes violent, happen here each year. As a safety precaution all of our local employees were asked to work from home. A very nice gesture. I remain wild. Mrs. Lion wrote of my wound in her post yesterday. I think it was related to our Velcro play.

Mrs. Lion likes to fasten a Velcro cable tie tightly around my flaccid penis. Then she stimulates it. Invariably, I get hard. The pressure of the Velcro band is painful. When I am fully erect, she removes the band. The sudden rush of blood really hurts! It’s been one of her favorite forms of play.

What injured me, I think, was that she put the band on when I was absolutely flaccid. In the past, I was partially erect when she put it on me. I think the additional squeeze did the damage. Erectile tissue is fairly delicate. It’s not safe to spank the erect penis on the erectile tissue. However, it’s generally safe to swat away at the head (it also hurts more than the shaft).

I never objected on safety grounds to the Velcro around my penis. I figured the band was wide enough to distribute the squeeze so that the pressure, while painful, wouldn’t be damaging. Live and learn.

We also learned that mouth soaping can cause painful chemical burns if the soap is held in the mouth too long. In my case, 20 minutes gave me a sore mouth and throat for a couple of days. We learned that four or five minutes of soap retention is sufficiently unpleasant without causing any caustic problems from the soap.

It doesn’t mean that Mrs. Lion is taking risks with my safety. She isn’t. She is very careful not to injure me. We learn from experience. No real damage has been done. I’m happy Mrs. Lion is learning. I’d rather she pushes the envelope than play it too safe.

Last night the sore on my weenie felt ropy like a scar. I didn’t hurt Lion when I played with him. Of course the Magic Wand has a way of transcending all pain. He was a happy boy, especially when I gave him an orgasm.

This morning Lion said he thinks the sore spot is from Velcro. I know he hates Velcro so I teased him that he’d blame anything on Velcro just so I won’t use it again. Maybe it is from Velcro. I was pretty mean last time I used it. It’s possible I wounded him. But I’d think it would have shown up before it did. [Lion — Mrs. Lion put the Velcro tightly around my flaccid penis and then got me very hard. The Velcro “choked” it, when is painful, as intended. I think the tight band may have caused a temporary injury. Erectile tissue is delicate when inflated.]

This last orgasm was a four day wait. We discussed yesterday that he wouldn’t necessarily want a four day wait all the time. What he wants more than anything is for me to decide how long he waits. He does, however, like knowing the date I’ve planned on giving him said orgasm.

With that in mind, I wasn’t going to give him an orgasm last night because I hadn’t told him ahead of time. But the Magic Wand makes him feel so good I couldn’t resist. I did want to give him an oral orgasm but I can save that for next time. Now I just need to figure out when next time is.

I’ve been wild the last couple of days. Every so often my chastity device will pinch me. This happens when I’m sitting and for some unknown reason, the device gets into an odd place. I wear boxer briefs that do a good job keeping things in place. I suppose it’s just one of those things.

I’m better now and back in the cage. I enjoyed the freedom. For the record, I wasn’t even slightly tempted to take advantage of my ability to get myself hard. That’s Mrs. Lion’s job. My free range status simply didn’t tempt me. Being sore helped my self restraint.

I’m working on making less suggestions about what Mrs. Lion does with me. At this point I’m just noise that slows her down. My problem is that blind acceptance is very difficult for me. I don’t subscribe to the notion that either sex is inherently superior. I also don’t believe that anyone is purely dominant or submissive. I’m certainly not a purebred submissive.

Labels just confuse things. The best way I can describe what we are doing is a negotiated power exchange. We agreed that Mrs.Lion would be in charge of me, at least sexually. What exactly that means would be worked out as we go along.

The most important objectives are that we both grow as individuals and as a couple as a result of what we do. I don’t think Mrs. Lion believed that it would be more than a sexy game for me. I have to admit that I was skeptical as well in the beginning. One reason we decided on a six-month trial period was to give it a chance to take root.

Mrs. Lion admitted that she thought I would want out after a week or two of wearing a chastity device. I’ve had other “bright ideas” that were best left to fantasy. Enforced chastity turned out to be both practical and useful.

We’ve both written about the benefits locking up my penis has brought us. Neither of us has a clue why this kink has been so good for us. When we’ve discussed it, we end up giving one another blank stares. We decided to simply accept our good fortune and keep me locked up.

I admit it sometimes seems strange that I can’t understand why enforced chastity works for us. It has nothing to do with ending any bad “habits” I may have had before lockup. It’s not a matter of trust. It’s a very happy mystery. I wonder if others have had similar experiences. Tell us if you have.