In a normal, vanilla relationship if the woman initiates sex she attempts to stimulate her partner enough to push him over the edge and then he takes over.
For example, my first BDSM partner would tie me down, spank me and do other things that turned me on. When she decided my motor was running, she would unlock me, lie down on the bed and tell me to attack. She didn’t want the top position for actual intercourse. If she did, she could have left me on my back and mounted me.
Aside from the emotional issues around how many women feel about initiating, very few consider running the entire show. Their job is to get the male hot enough to take over. A lot of women resent this need to light his fuse. But if some well-placed kisses and penis handling get him going, she will do what it takes to motivate him.
When she teases her man, a woman expects that one way or another before things are done, she will get him off. Very few Western women will sexually stimulate a man without getting him to ejaculate.
Male chastity changes everything. First of all, sex has to be initiated by the female. The male is locked in a chastity device until she releases him. Even without the device, he knows that she is in control of his sex. He is forbidden from owning any sexual process that will get him off.
Some women will allow their caged males to be sexually aggressive with them and bring them to orgasm orally or manually. This is not the same as the male initiating sex. He knows going in that his penis is not part of the process.
Okay, even though it’s obvious that a chaste male can’t initiate sex that ends with ejaculation, it’s far less obvious that he needs to learn that his sexual arousal is not the overture to the grand, orgasmic finale he expected before his lockup. A key aspect of male chastity is that ejaculation is never a given. This is very true in my case.
The very nature of the sex I get is very different from normal marital relations. Mrs. Lion will play with my penis and masturbate me to the edge of orgasm. She will wait until I calm down a bit and do it again. She’ll repeat several times. Then, without warning she will stop. Slowly, I will lose my erection and when it’s all done she will return my penis to its cage.
This has been the case for over five years. For every time I get to ejaculate, she’s lit my fuse and put it out at least thirty times. Statistically, well over 99% of the times I am ready to ejaculate, she stops and makes me wait.
It’s not that I have to wait many days or weeks between ejaculations. It’s that almost every time my penis is stimulated to the edge of orgasm, Mrs. Lion stops and leaves me frustrated. In a single session she will often do this five or more times. At the moment it doesn’t matter if my last orgasm was yesterday or three weeks ago. I ache with the need to come.
I know that it doesn’t matter how much I want to come. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since my last orgasm. How I feel about it is completely irrelevant. My penis is her toy and my sexual arousal is my personal problem.
It’s very much like Lucy and Charlie Brown. It doesn’t matter how many times she does it, Charlie will always try to kick the football that Lucy pulls away at the last second. Charlie believes that this time Lucy will let him kick the ball. Me too.
There’s one other significant change to my sex life. About 75% of my ejaculations are produced by Mrs. Lion’s left hand. It’s true that in our case, Mrs. Lion’s libido has gone away. She really isn’t interested in sex for herself. So, my sexual activity is almost entirely produced by her left hand. I’m not sure if she made a conscious decision to substitute masturbating me for all the other sorts of sex we might have had. She does give me oral sex from time to time. But her go-to lion stimulation is her left hand. For a guy who never masturbates, being jerked off is the whole sexual enchilada.
Sex for me, has been redirected to a new outlet: Mrs. Lion’s left hand. I find it exciting when she moves it in the direction of my penis.
It’s very effective and reliable. She knows exactly how to jerk me off. This has been going on so long that I have no expectation of any other form of release.
I don’t feel sorry for myself. I really love the way she masturbates me. While some men may accept wearing a chastity device as the main artifact of their enforced male chastity, I accept that my main sexual object is Mrs. Lion’s left hand.
Sometimes, she’ll make things a little more interesting and hold her hand still while she grips my penis. I hump her hand as though I were penetrating her pussy. Her left hand is very versatile. It’s not like I’m making the best of the situation. I fully accept that my orgasms are always external. I wonder if she thinks about how unusual this is. Does she realize that she has redirected my sexual focus from the usual female anatomy to her very sexy left hand?
It seems to me that this redirection is a very significant exercise of sexual power. When it’s time for her to stimulate me, I obediently lie on my back with my legs spread wide. On the occasions she chooses to stimulate me orally, I’m on my back legs apart knees bent as though I am prepared to be pegged.
She didn’t tell me to do this. It just feels right. Being masturbated is submissive for me. Exposing myself to her feels right. When my knees are up she has free access to my ass. I love it when she puts her fingers in my anus while she stimulates me.
This is a sexual role reversal. I make myself available to her. She holds all the cards. Sometimes instead of just masturbating me, she will slap my balls, something that’s very easy to do with my legs wide open.
My role is to accept what she chooses to do. I understand that and I respond by getting excited when her left hand moves between my legs.She hasn’t teased me about this yet. But I think it might be a sort of humiliating and exciting activity if she makes more of the fact that sex to me is her left hand.
Just as I learned to love her teasing, I can probably learn to begin to get aroused when she makes reference to her hand. If she pretends to masturbate one of my fingers I wonder if that won’t feel arousing.
I realize that I’m conditioned to look to her hand for sexual activity and not to expect orgasms no matter how aroused I get. She’s learned this as well. After all these years, I don’t think she has a single twinge about arousing me and then letting me stew in my own juices. I also think that she considers her left hand the main way she provides me with sex. I also think she finds my submissive sexual positions natural and expects them. I may not be very good at holding still for spanking, but I am rock solid with my legs open wide when she slaps my balls.
Some men are ass men, others like breasts, you could say that I am a left-hand man.