I guess I hit my “limit” last night. The day before his tooth was pulled Lion insisted I make a dentist appointment, which I needed but hate. My doctor wants me to come in before she’ll approve any more medication refills so I had to make an appointment. The stupid camper has an issue so we need to drag it an hour away to be repaired. (I’d rather go to the dentist than take the camper for a repair and that’s saying a lot.) And I guess all those necessary but distasteful things were jumping up and down on my last nerve. I just didn’t feel like doing anything when I got home.

There were quite a few mind-bending problems at work yesterday. One of them took three of us to figure out. The other was a breakdown in procedure that could result in a sizable amount of money not being paid to us. Both were cases of people not doing what they’re supposed to do and that issue seems to be getting worse, adding stress to a few of us who have to fix the problems created by many.

Dinner from Hello Fresh! was not complicated at all. Cook rice. Cook shrimp. Make sauce. Combine. Eat. That’s a good thing. I’m not sure I could have done anything more involved. I took my shower. Lion was out of the packets of pills he takes in the morning and evening so I did a month’s supply for him. Then I just sort of retreated into my iPad.

I wasn’t ignoring Lion. He might have thought so. But we were talking about the shows we watched and the oatmeal chocolate chips cookies I’d made. It’s just frozen dough I popped in the oven. I rarely bake from scratch. I think we held hands a bit. I didn’t exactly tell Lion we weren’t going to play. I probably should have. Somehow that even seemed like too much effort. I just felt fried. Done for. [Lion — I knew Mrs. Lion was worn out. I didn’t expect any sex.]

I don’t think I was mean to Lion. I wasn’t trying to be. I just wasn’t very nice. By that I mean I didn’t play with him. I didn’t give him sex. I didn’t perform my “wifely duties”. Every so often I need a night off. I don’t want that to sound like playing with Lion or giving him sex is work. I love doing things for and to him. But everyone needs downtime to regroup to be able to face another day. The trick is to make sure this doesn’t become a habit.

Our original agreement, when we started enforced male chastity, was that I unlock Lion at least every other day. That was to force my attention back onto Lion since I’d truly ignored him for so long. In the beginning, I did more than that. A lot more. If you’ve read our earliest posts, you may recall I gave him an orgasm every night for at least a few weeks. Finally, he had to tap out. He went from no attention to more attention than he’d had in years. Too much attention. I bet he never thought he’d need a break from nightly orgasms.

When we started spending most nights together, he got an orgasm every night. Eventually, that backed off. And eventually, that backed off even more. And then he was lucky if he got one a week or one orgasm a month. So, yeah, I can see where his body would have issues with an orgasm every night.

In truth, I felt bad that I’d ignored him for so long. I guess I was trying to make up for the lost time. And, since he’d put me in charge of his orgasms, it seemed perfectly reasonable to me to go back to the early days. While other key holders were denying their males, I took my power in the opposite direction.

Whenever I have a night like last night, I know I have to make sure that blah feeling doesn’t continue. It would be very easy to lapse back into my own doldrums and not play with Lion. He has his doldrums of not being able to get hard, but I still try. I get “credit” for it even if he can’t do anything. At least we’re close during his doldrums. Nobody benefits from my doldrums.

Tonight I’ll be back to my old self. Lion will be on his knees for another round of milking.


If you’ve been following along, you know that Mrs. Lion has been trying to milk me. To be clear, by “milking” I am referring to me being on my hands and knees, Mrs. Lion behind me pulling my penis between my legs and masturbating me. I am not referring to the so-called prostate milking. For the record, there is a lot of mythology about prostate milking. It’s a process of reaching into the anus and massaging the prostate gland. According to mythology, this will cause semen to come out of the penis without any sexual pleasure for the male.

I’ve had my prostate milked by a urologist. All that comes out of the penis is a small amount of clear fluid. Mrs. Lion has attempted to milk my prostate as well. She didn’t have as much luck as a urologist. I’ve done some careful checking and I can say authoritatively hat semen does not come out just by massaging the prostate. Some guys do produce semen because they have a sort of ruined orgasm brought on by the excitement of the procedure and the prostate massage.

lion's milking position

On Tuesday night Mrs. Lion asked me to get into the milking position. I got on my hands and knees with my legs wide apart. My head was down touching the bed and my butt sticking straight up in the air. This time, Mrs. Lion tied up my balls with a piece of her CBT rope. She used the rope to pull my balls up and away from my penis. This gave her a clear shot for milking.

Like before, she pulled my penis straight back between my legs and began massaging it. It was very exciting. She said I was extremely hard. She milked me for about 10 minutes. She changed positions several times to find one that was comfortable for her. When she stopped, I was nowhere near the edge of orgasm. I had a very good time and my penis was sticking straight down.

She told me to roll over and I rolled onto my back. She sat across from my penis and continued masturbating me. This went on for quite a while. Sadly, I could feel myself losing interest after a while. She noticed too and asked if I was finished. I agreed that I was. I commented that it looked like milking wasn’t working out so well. To my surprise, she said that she thought it might work after all. She wasn’t ready to quit.

If nothing else my position on my knees with my butt up in the air offers her extremely easy access to all of my sensitive spots. It certainly gives her the opportunity to add some toys to the mix. Butt plugs, clothespins, and other CBT toys come to mind. I found I was able to comfortably maintain that position for at least 10 minutes. She was concerned that my shoulders would begin to hurt too much and I would have to get up. So far so good.

Mrs. Lion also told me that I was trying to hump while she was milking me. I didn’t realize that. I couldn’t be very successful since in that position I have very little range of hip motion available to me. There are other positions she could have me in for humping practice.

Getting me off my back offers up a lot of new possibilities. I’m a little surprised we didn’t think of this before. Mrs. Lion and I will keep you posted as our adventures continue.

Wrangling Lion’s balls worked pretty well last night. It definitely kept them out of the way. I noticed two issues though. Hanging onto the rope was a little distracting. And the rope got in the way of playing with his crack, both in that it was physically in the way and I didn’t have a free hand to play with his ass. I’m sure these logistics can be worked out.

Lion is concerned that I’m uncomfortable while I milk him. Sometimes I’m behind him. Other times I sit on one side or the other. I change positions when I need to. I’m more concerned with him being uncomfortable holding himself up on his knees. Our being more concerned about the other’s comfort gets in the way of things sometimes. I need to learn that Lion will speak up when he’s done for and he needs to learn the same about me.

So far, Lion likes being milked. I’m glad it’s exciting for him. I’m sure he was a little more excited last night because his balls were tied. I wonder if we’ll get to the point that I can edge him in this position. He’s definitely aroused. It’s a timing issue. Can he get to the edge before one of us gives out physically?

Once we’re done, Lion lays on his back and we proceed as usual. He hasn’t made it to the edge since we’ve tried milking. He just doesn’t seem as excited. I even left his balls tied last night. The thought occurred to me last night that I should give him oral. I could even use the Magic Wand. I wonder what effect it would have to use the Magic Wand while I’m milking him. Would it enhance things, have no effect or make it worse? It might be worth a try.

I’m interested to see what happens tonight. I’ll still tie his balls to keep them out of the way. And tonight I’ll add the Magic Wand when we’re done milking. I’ll get him to the edge one way or another, dammit!


Monday night Mrs. Lion milked me for the first time. It was, to say the least, an interesting experience. I was on my hands and knees on the bed and Mrs. Lion either stood behind me or sat next to me. She pulled my penis back between my legs and milked me. It did feel different in a very nice way. I couldn’t really tell that my penis was out behind me. All I could feel was her regular motion getting me more and more excited.

This went on for quite a while until my shoulders got too tired to hold me up. Then we stopped. I turned on my back and Mrs. Lion continued in the standard handjob position. I never really got to the edge but I was very excited. Mrs. Lion said that my balls got in her way while she milked me. When my cock is pulled straight back between my legs, my balls ride on top of it. In an email Tuesday morning, she said she wanted to try again and this time would “wrangle” my balls. I take it to mean that she will tie them and then move them out of the way, perhaps by tying them around my neck or to my leg. One way or another she will secure them out of her way.

My milking position

This is the first time in years that I’ve been stimulated when not lying on my back. It felt very good. I discovered that I couldn’t “help” her from that position. With my knees spread apart and my weight distributed between them and my arms, humping isn’t possible for me. I suppose that’s just as well since I’m certainly not supposed to milk myself.

It turns out that that position exposes my ass completely. My cheeks are apart thanks to my spread knees and Mrs. Lion has full access. She took advantage of this position and tickled me where the sun don’t shine. I expect she may choose to do other stimulating things while it is so easily accessible to her. It turns out that the milking position is very good for exposing all my otherwise-less-accessible areas. This might even be a good position when she decides to return to spanking me between my cheeks.

Mrs. Lion never says very much when it comes to sexual activity. I think it might be more fun if she offers some instruction. For example, she might want to tell me, “get in the milking position.”

Then I could make the necessary adjustments and be ready for her on my hands and knees. Similarly, at other times it would be helpful if you would tell me when she expects me to hump her hand. I think it’s exciting to be given directions by her and helps me avoid confusion. I’m sure she can think of other things that she can tell me to do when needed. When she wants to spank me, she will often say, “I want your backside up.”

I then lie across the bed in my spanking position.

She and I are creatures of habit. We have to work to make things different. I think my visits to the dairy represent a great opportunity for me. Perhaps I will learn that I can ejaculate in positions other than on my back. That is, of course, if Mrs. Lion wants that to change. She may want me to only come on my back with my legs apart. That’s fine with me.

We’ll see.