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In: Mrs Lion Comments

It may have seemed strange to Lion that I think his invitations to snuggle are a request for sex, but when I do “just” snuggle with him, with no real effort to touch my weenie, Lion will say, “Aren’t we doing anything tonight?” Clearly, he’s looking for more than snuggling. This question doesn’t happen often because I usually do go for my weenie and continue on for more.

Even though our agreement is for me to unlock him at least every other night, (no need to unlock him now that he’s usually wild) I think Lion still expects activity every night. He’ll say he doesn’t but the question usually comes on an “off” night.

Let me just say, because Lion seems to think so, I don’t want to stop anything we’re doing. I was merely stating that I feel some sort of camaraderie with the wife on the TV show. [Lion — Debra on “Everyone Loves Raymond”.] Yes, the writers play up the stereotype that guys want sex and their wives feel put upon. The joke is that the wives don’t want sex at all or don’t like to do things for their husbands. It wouldn’t be funny if the guy wanted sex and the wife gave it to him. Where’s the joke in that? Boring!

I do think Lion gets a lot more sexual attention than many guys. It doesn’t always result in an orgasm, but isn’t the journey at least half the fun? Or so they say. I think he’s seen studies that say married couples average sex twice a week. I’m not sure I believe that. It might depend on who they asked. I think it’s probably closer to once a week. In either case, Lion is ahead of the game.

Yesterday we went to Costco. That’s a lot of walking for people who aren’t used to it. My foot was already hurting so by the time we got home, my knee had joined the fun. I was trying to find a comfortable position on the bed and Lion said he’d ask me to snuggle but he didn’t want to be threatening. He was joking, but I knew he’d missed the point.

I don’t need Lion locked away, although he might like that. For a few minutes, at least. Nothing he does threatens me. The concept was about expectations. Lion, like the TV husband, thinks about sex a lot. I, like the TV wife, I don’t think about it much at all. Lion, like the TV husband, wants sex more often. I, like the TV wife, think he’s getting enough already. So when Lion asks the question, “Aren’t we doing anything tonight?” I get a little annoyed. We’re snuggling. Isn’t that something? Does it only count when it leads to sex? Isn’t he happy that he’s been teased for the past how many nights and will be tomorrow? Do I have to tell him, “Now, sweetie, tonight is ‘just’ snuggling”? If that’s true then I should tell him he’ll only be edged on a particular night, or that tonight is his lucky night for an orgasm.

No. I won’t do that. I’m still in charge. When we do more than snuggle, when I “just” tease him, and when he has orgasms is still up to me. Will we do anything more than snuggle tonight? I don’t know. I’m waiting for the horniness report.

[Lion — If I annoyed Mrs. Lion with my behavior, shouldn’t she reward that behavior with her paddle?]

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

Thursday night the 20-day sexual drought ended. Mrs. Lion had no intention of making me wait that long. As you may have read, I was in a slump and just not up for it (See what I did?). On Wednesday, UPS delivered my Autoblow male sex-machine. I’ve been trying various sexual aids over the last several months. My plan is to offer a comparative review.

I took it out of its package on Wednesday afternoon, looked it over, and then plugged it in to make sure it worked. I then put it on a shelf behind my desk in my office where it remained ever since. I wondered if on Thursday night Mrs. Lion might try it with me. I had been getting some seismic warnings all day Thursday. I woke up semi-erect and throughout the day felt little tingles where there had been none for the last nearly three weeks.

Mrs. Lion surprised me on Thursday night with a definitely-not-Autoblow experience. I got the real thing. It felt wonderful. Right up until the very end I wondered if I could make it. I wasn’t worried that Mrs. Lion would take me to the edge and stop. When I go through these slumps, she rarely wants to risk triggering another by edging me. I ended up getting a terrific oral orgasm. That Autoblow has a very high standard to meet.

I was a little surprised by Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday. I got the feeling that I may have been pushing her when I ask to snuggle. For some reason I don’t understand, when it comes to sex, Mrs. Lion seems to identify with Debra, Raymond’s wife in the sitcom, “Everyone Loves Raymond.” I suppose it’s not completely surprising since Mrs. Lion has no real interest in sex and I, as you well know, generally have a very strong interest in it. I just didn’t realize she felt pressured by me.

After dinner last night, I did mention to her that I thought it was a bit odd that she felt pressured by me. After all, we do practice male orgasm denial. She knows that she controls if and when I get a chance to have sex at all. I don’t see how my situation is anything like Raymond’s. She’s never been afraid to say no. She knows that’s our deal. I’ve never gotten angry about her refusing to let me come. I accept her decision with as much equanimity as I can muster at the time. Could it be that the same way familiarity can breed contempt, orgasm denial can start to feel like pressure for sex?

Part of me wants to remind her that if I irritate her, she has my blessing to punish me. Am I missing something? One alternative is for me to avoid any expression of interest in sexual pleasure. I don’t like that idea at all. It seems to me that would be turning orgasm denial into the kind of negative behavior too many couples succumb to.

Mrs. Lion didn’t like that idea either. I think that on some level she identifies with Debra. I’m not sure exactly how I’ve managed to create a situation where she can feel that way. The fact that it came out in her post suggests that maybe she does need to react more strongly if it annoys her when I want to “snuggle”.This situation never came up while I was wearing a chastity device. An invitation to snuggle could never mean anything else unless I also asked her if she would unlock me as well. As a rule, I didn’t. She volunteered to do it as agreed at least once every other day. Maybe when I’m a wild lion, my un-fettered penis is more threatening. Maybe that extra step of having to go to her safe, open it, and get the key to unlock me provides more than physical separation. If it does, that’s probably the best reason yet to keep me permanently in a chastity device.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

Lion loves to watch “Everybody Loves Raymond”. In one of the episodes, Ray wanted sex and his wife ran out of “the stuff”. The assumption is that it was spermicide. She told him that he couldn’t have sex unless he wanted more kids. They decided he would get “the things” (condoms) so she wouldn’t be the only one responsible for birth control. Hilarity ensued and they wound up without “the things” so they couldn’t have sex anyway.


A lot of the episodes revolve around Raymond wanting sex. He makes it seem like he’s sex-starved. She makes it seem like he gets the “normal” amount. I think it probably represents the average couple. The guy “always” wants sex and the wife is tired or thinks she gives in more often than she’d like.

I think I’m in the same boat as Raymond’s wife. Sometimes I’m annoyed that it seems like all Lion thinks about is sex. When he asks to snuggle, I’m pretty sure that’s code for sex. We rarely snuggle anymore when it’s not a prelude to sex. Lion will disagree. He’ll say there are many times he just wants to snuggle. But I feel a certain amount of pressure to give him sex.


The thing is, I think I have this reaction every time I see episodes of this show that involve sex or lack thereof. Maybe it just bothers me that men think they don’t get enough sex. Yes, I know it’s a TV show. But if it wasn’t a real thing, they wouldn’t be making fun of it on TV.


Anyway, I was thinking about this when Lion announced he was horny last night and threw the blankets off. Was he expecting me to snap to attention? Maybe, because when I didn’t show much interest he grumbled and went back under the covers. When I finally decided to play with him, he said he wasn’t sure why he wasn’t responding. Maybe it was the late hour. Hint, hint.


I thought maybe I had the cure. I started sucking him. The good news is that Lion is no longer broken. I knew he wasn’t. He was able to get and maintain an erection. And it wasn’t long before he was on his way to an orgasm. I considered just edging him but it’s sometimes difficult doing it orally, especially when he’s been in a slump. Things can go from 0-60 in no time. Plus, I wanted him to have his first orgasm of the year before the year got any older. He’s been keeping me waiting too, you know.


Lion said it was a twenty-day wait. His longest wait is 28 days. That was a worse wait because he was interested most of the time. This wait was interrupted by illness so it wasn’t on his mind as much. But now, hopefully, we’re back on track. Fingers crossed.

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In: Lion's Journal, Spanking

Could it be that after over 2 million words we are running out of things to say? I guess nobody would be terribly surprised if that were the case. Fortunately, at least for the time being, I don’t think I’m out of things to say. Sometimes it feels that way. Other times, I wonder why I write it all. I understand that quite a few people read our posts every day. So what?

Sure, it’s fun to know that people hear what I have to say. But since I don’t really know any of our readers, or at least I don’t know that anybody I know is a reader, the amount of dialogue I generate is close to nonexistent. Sure, some folks do comment and we sometimes have interesting online conversations. Mostly, though, like other people who write, I send my words out and hope they find a home in someone’s mind.

Before the Internet, people who wrote for strangers generally got paid to do so. In the days of newspapers a lot of writers believed that their words ended up lining the bottom of bird cages. Thanks to the Internet, my words aren’t even useful for bird excrement. They just sit on some giant disk drive and occasionally surface on a monitor somewhere. If my writing is sexually arousing, my words on that screen are in danger of being splattered by some errant semen. Ignominious at best.

The thing about words, even unimportant words like mine, is that they are immortal. Long after I’m gone, somebody will stumble across a post I once made and maybe pick up a little insight. I’m very sure that my last thoughts when I shuffle off this mortal coil will not be about my potential impact on future generations. I’ll probably think about the fact that I left the water running in the bathroom. Or, that that damn dog toy is sitting on top of my slippers again.

The reality for a writer is no different than for anyone else. Life is full of small events, most insignificant in the scope of life, but a few turn out to have a much bigger impact than ever imagined. That impact is not likely to be on anyone but the writer himself. Because my life is so public, pretty much every incident that conforms to the law of unintended consequences is embarrassingly exposed to you at the same time as it is to me.

This all came to mind this morning when I realized that by perfecting what used to be a BDSM activity, I managed to turn it into something I almost never experience. I’ve written a lot about my arousal at the thought of being spanked. Over the years, I have mentioned that even as a little kid the idea of someone smacking my bare bottom turn me on. Of course, when I was little, I didn’t quite understand what was happening. All I knew was that my little penis got stiff and it felt good. I didn’t learn about masturbating until I was 11. Before that, erections were a nice, if somewhat odd, thing my body did.

Anyway, in my BDSM circle, I was always considered a really good top, but pretty wimpy when it came to being spanked. It appeared that spanking was just something that I enjoyed thinking about much more and actually experiencing. It wasn’t until much later, after Mrs. Lion and I started approaching the subject more seriously, that I learned I wasn’t really that wimpy at all.

Guys in the male chastity world love to smile and say, “be careful what you wish for.” Aside from being a sentence, it ends with a preposition, it represents a bit of conventional wisdom. What it really means is that you better be careful about turning over power to someone you don’t trust completely. Of course, the male chastity guys want their keyholders to “abuse” that power and make them wait longer than they would like. Still, it’s fun to point and laugh and say that old “be careful what you wish for” admonition.

Yesterday, I was mourning the loss of my recreational spankings. I was thinking that those spankings, or at least the thought of them, provided me with a regular source of sexual arousal. I was wondering if my current lack of interest could be related.

It could I suppose. But I didn’t want to think about being spanked. It wasn’t that Mrs. Lion would refuse to spank me. She’s never turned down an opportunity to paddle my butt. Whatever’s happening is all inside my head. I’ve always been very good at conjuring up images that turned me on.

I think Mrs. Lion is right. I’ve just been suffering from a low-grade infection that sapped my energy. My penis is definitely a little more active today than it’s been in some time. It’s showing signs of standing at attention given any chance at all. Go ahead, Mr. Weenie, show us what you can do.

Anyway, I’ve discovered that I don’t really have to be careful about what I wish for. It turns out that when the window closes, a door opens. How’s that for a cliché? For example, when spanking stopped being recreational, our disciplinary relationship added new dimensions to our love. Fair trade!

The same is true of orgasm denial. Loss of control of my ejaculations traded up, I may add, for a completely interactive sex life with Mrs. Lion. I think this is true of almost every male who practices orgasm denial and enforced male chastity. I think is a really good deal!

Based on my track record, I’m not going to remain spanking-free. There’s almost no possibility I will continue to behave perfectly. There’s got to be something I’ll forget that Mrs. Lion will need to help me remember with her paddle.

Even if I don’t slip up, Mrs. Lion is almost certain to want to continue toughening my hide. I won’t enjoy the process, but I appreciate why she does it. She needs the exercise. I need to feel her love. I’m very glad I wasn’t careful about what I asked for.