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When I was little I had a book called Bill the Brave. It was a story about a dog with a bad toothache. He had a bandage tied around his head like the one shown in the picture. I admit, until this morning, I had no idea what the purpose of the bandage was.

About a week ago Lion broke a tooth. It was not something his regular dentist felt comfortable pulling so he was referred to an oral surgeon. When he was all done, he had a nifty bandage around his head that held ice against his cheek. Ice! Duh. The bandage held ice. All these years of not knowing.

Since Lion knew he wouldn’t be in any shape for sexual activity tonight, he courageously told me not to feel compelled to give him an orgasm last night. He was sure he could make it another few days. Look out, Bill the Brave. You’ve been unseated by Lion the Brave. Such sacrifice!

I found it humorous that Lion would tell me not to feel it necessary to give him an orgasm…as if he could determine when he has one. I hadn’t really considered giving him one. Or not giving him one, for that matter. I know I’ve given him orgasms prior to other surgeries when I know there will be long recoveries. Having a tooth pulled does not normally have a long recovery.

Actually, I was feeling fairly yucky last night. I’m not sure I considered playing with him until he asked. It was clear from the outset that he wasn’t going to enjoy a hand job. I told him he was spoiled as I moved between his legs. I decided the penalty was to tease him mercilesly.

I still hadn’t decided to give him an orgasm. I was just having fun making him squirm. I got him so close so many times I’m not sure how he held out as long as he did. Then I decided, in honor of his telling me not to feel obligated, that I’d give him an orgasm. That’ll show him!

Right now, Lion is snoozing. He’s on a soft food diet for a few days. He’s already had some ice cream. I know it wasn’t his tonsils that came out, but ice cream has some decent nutrients in it. This is per a doctor after Lion had an infection in his knee and could only manage chocolate shakes. If it’s good for a knee infection, it’s good for a tooth extraction. Yet another sacrifice by Lion the Brave.

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Even though she was a little bit under the weather, Mrs. Lion kept her promise to do something sexual with me on Wednesday night. To my surprise, she moved to the foot of the bed and kneeled between my legs and began sucking my cock. I wasn’t sure she was up for anything at all, certainly not the high-energy cock sucking activity. It felt wonderful. She did it for a while and I got very excited. Then she stopped. She asked, “Did I get you to the edge?”

I told her that I wasn’t quite there yet. She brought her head down and went back to work. This time, she really did get me very close before she stopped. Then she used her mouth to tease me a little before beginning again in earnest. I thought this was it! She’s going in for the kill. She didn’t. I got very close and then she stopped again. She didn’t say a word. She began again. Once again I thought I was going to reach the promised land. But no! She did this to me three more times and then said, “Not tonight, dear.”

I groaned audibly. I really wanted to go all the way. I have to admit that it was only four days since my last orgasm, so it’s perfectly reasonable for Mrs. Lion to keep me waiting. Waiting was very easy when my interest in sex was low. Now that I am really interested, it’s difficult to get so close and then be left hanging. I know that Mrs. Lion enjoys frustrating me this way. I also know that she really loves to give me orgasms. It’s a good thing. Otherwise, I could be humping the air night after night for weeks. By the way, I really do that when she pulls away.

For a long time, Mrs. Lion had a lot of trouble getting me close to the edge with her mouth. Almost every time she tried she would go too far and I would ejaculate. She seems to have solved that little problem. Too bad. I’m sitting here at my desk with an erection just thinking about Wednesday night.

I’m not complaining, mind you. In a very perverse way, it’s fun for me too. I’ve heard about cock teases through movies about high school experiences. I know that some girls would be accused of being cock teases. My high school years were spent at a boys boarding school devoid of sexual experiences for me. All I know about teases is what I’ve seen in the movies. From them, I’ve learned that a tease goes on dates and comes on to the boys even allowing some petting. She stops short of any activity that would let them ejaculate.

I never asked Mrs. Lion about her high school experiences in these areas. I know she was an athlete and probably removed from the dating scene. I wonder if she heard rumors about other girls who like to tease boys sexually. I’m pretty sure that being labeled a cock tease was negative in high school society. I’m very sure that most women don’t like the idea of teasing a man sexually without giving him some sort of happy ending.

Certainly being able to bring a male to the very edge of orgasm and leaving him high and dry doesn’t have a positive connotation in vanilla society. For one thing, doing this to a guy could upset him. It’s an element of risk most women don’t want to take. I’m not claiming that teasing brings on sexual violence. I don’t believe that for a second. But I do believe that at best it’s considered bad manners to do this.

It took a little convincing to get Mrs. Lion to try. It took her a while to move closer and closer to my tipping point without going past it. Over the years I’ve had quite a few unintentional ruined orgasms or rescued orgasms (when she realizes she went too far and goes back and pumps away to allow me to go through the full orgasm). For a little while last year, Mrs. Lion claimed that I wasn’t giving her the usual warning signs before ejaculating. I don’t know what they are and I’m pretty sure she won’t tell me lest I try to suppress them. This was during my Big Slump. Now that I’m very interested again, apparently the warning signs have returned and she plays me like a violin.

In the male chastity world, cock teasing is renamed “orgasm control”. That gives it a more professional and serious-sounding name. It also implies something very important: consent. Mrs. Lion knows that I won’t attempt to finish what she started when she leaves my penis dripping and begging for an orgasm. I’ve agreed to give her orgasm control. She has a powerful tool to assure my compliance: my male chastity device. Once that’s locked on, it’s nearly impossible for me to do anything about getting that lost orgasm back. It’s possible, but I’ve never tried and don’t think I could do it. I could escape the chastity device. That would take some pain and work that I’m not willing to do.

Sometimes I’m tempted. More often than not, Mrs. Lion lets me run around wild (not locked in a male chastity device). At times like this, I could actually make myself ejaculate and end the frustration. I’ve been well-trained. Over three years of 24/7 chastity device wearing plus my knowledge that Mrs. Lion considers me jerking off akin to having sex with another female, serves to prevent me from even considering ending that frustration.

Enforced male chastity isn’t so much about the hardware. There are very few devices that are inescapable. I suspect they can all be escaped if you’re willing to use the right tools. Of course almost every male wearing a device is completely unwilling to do that. 100% of us asked to be locked up.

Being my keyholder requires becoming a very good cock tease. Orgasm control to me is more than just preventing me from ejaculating. It also includes making me desperate to ejaculate. Mrs. Lion is a great physical tease. She rarely says anything while she is playing with my penis. I’ve wondered what it would be like to be verbally teased as well.

Perhaps Mrs. Lion will create a page for the blog on male sexual teasing. She certainly has a lot to share. I think there is one critical prerequisite to becoming an orgasm “controller” of the sort Mrs. Lion is. You have to like penises. I think that a surprisingly large number of women aren’t too fond of them. They minimize hand and mouth contact. Some men who practice male chastity are required to perform supervised masturbation in the place of any keyholder contact.

This is fine. A lot of men have fantasies about this sort of arms-length sexual control. They like the idea of the penis being a tool of female pleasure that is otherwise ignored when not needed for vaginal stimulation. I never found that idea very hot at all. Obviously.

If we did have a page on the art of cock teasing I’ll bet that almost no women would read it. Based on the minimal demographic tools that are available to me, the pages about “how-to” chastity and female-led relationships and discipline are almost exclusively read by males. Of course, the tools I have are incredibly inaccurate. Would our female readers like some instructional material about cock teasing and ruined orgasms? Let me know.

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I felt much better last night than I did the night before. I gave Lion the beginning and middle of a blow job. That might have been a mistake because my head started hurting part way through but I was determined to get him close. I was fine after I stopped. Lion wasn’t.


He wanted more. He didn’t necessarily want to come. He just wanted the feeling to continue. He loves it when I give him oral sex. I told him he was greedy. He isn’t. While I don’t know exactly what it feels like, I can imagine something that feels so good you want to crawl inside and live in it. And you never want that feeling to end. Maybe an orgasm would actually be a letdown.


This morning I was thinking about taking care of Lion. I took care of my parents. They were handicapped so they needed lots of help. I took care of my kids. And now I take care of Lion. And I wondered when someone was going to take care of me. That’s a selfish thought. Lion does take care of me. My parents took care of me. And what’s even more interesting is that I tend to get annoyed when people try to help me.


We watch the sitcom “Mom” in reruns a lot. We’ve never been able to figure out if the mom the series is named for is the mother or the daughter, but when the mother helps out around the house and takes care of her grandchildren, the daughter gets annoyed. I understand that feeling. I can’t explain it, but I understand it. Sometimes when Lion does things, I get annoyed at him. It’s not because he’s doing anything wrong. He’s helping. It’s not because I think I can do it better. I really can’t explain it. I just know I get annoyed sometimes when people help.


Ironically, I get annoyed when Lion doesn’t help. If I’m left to do all the cooking or when he doesn’t come out to dry off the dinner dishes like he used to I’m a little peeved. On the other hand, I understand that he can’t always see well enough or balance well enough to venture into the kitchen, let alone cook.


I know. I’m hard to figure out. Imagine what it’s like to live with me. Poor Lion!

[Lion — Don’t feel sorry for me. Mrs. Lion is wonderful and easy to live with even if she teases me until I am humping the air.]

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I don’t know if other guys are like me in this way, but I have definite sexual cycles. I suppose I’ve had them all my life but only since I’ve been under orgasm control has it been so obvious. Also, the older I get the longer each cycle seems to last. When I am at my sexual peak, I am horny pretty much all the time. Mrs. Lion can successfully get me off every couple of days if she wants. By the way, she very rarely wants to do that.

While I am waiting for my next orgasm, I am easily aroused and anxious for the chance to ejaculate. After a while, how long varies widely, my interest starts dropping off. I still get horny and I still want to ejaculate every couple of days. The urgency tapers off. Then, I go through a period where it’s very difficult for me to get aroused and get off.

Because she isn’t interested in sex for herself, it’s very easy to observe my sexual cycle. If she was interested, I would be providing her with satisfaction regardless of my interest. This could easily mask those low-interest times. In the past when I’ve mentioned this cycle some people have suggested it was a hormonal issue. They said that I may need extra testosterone. I did get checked and my testosterone level is normal.

This last low was one of the worst I can remember. Mrs. Lion valiantly tried to arouse me and get me to the edge. At one point it took me over two weeks just to be able to get aroused enough to threaten to ejaculate. The next time was the same. The low lasted more than two months. Then, I started getting horny again.

Mrs. Lion made me come after just four days. To her surprise two days later, she had no trouble edging me and watching me hump the air. I really wanted to get off! I’m in the middle of that horny high now. I love it! This is probably the time that I need to be carefully supervised when unlocked. There’s no danger I will get myself off, but my hands seem to wander between my legs for a little unauthorized stimulation.

I’ve been trying to figure out if there are any external causes for this wide variation in my sexual interest. There’s nothing going on externally to account for it. I crave Mrs. Lion’s touch.

Guys don’t normally talk about things like this. We don’t even tell our doctors. That means what I think of as my cycle may be something a lot of guys share. I’m taking this opportunity to talk about this issue. It’s not very comfortable admitting that my interest in sex ebbs and flows. Guys are supposed to be horny all the time.

There isn’t a lot of real information about male sexuality. I’ve been checking. Yes, penis size and ejaculation volume are well understood. So is the amount of time it takes to go from erection to ejaculation. I can’t find anything of value about male sexual interest. I suppose it’s reasonable that men aren’t always interested in sex. Every woman I’ve ever known seems to think we are.

When we aren’t interested in sex, what I hear is that it’s because we don’t have the right stimulation. Some women put it on themselves that they’re no longer appealing. They worry that their men are losing interest. Guys seem to adopt the same attitude. They believe that they need something new to recharge their sexual batteries.

Sometimes I’m sure that is true. But I wonder if a very natural, but unstudied sexual cycle is more responsible than the need to find a new pussy. It’s too easy to externalize this issue. I would like to believe it’s because I need new and different stimulation. Maybe I need a sex machine? Perhaps I’m not being spanked enough.

I don’t need a sex machine. None of the ones I’ve tried to work for me. It’s true that more spankings and other BDSM activities are helpful. But when I’m in a slump they don’t help much. When I’m in my horny phase they definitely make things worse. Mrs. Lion is convinced that a certain amount of spanking, whether punishment or play, is required to keep my fires stoked. That may be true but I also know it isn’t enough when the lion arousal cycle is ebbing.

You’d think that the simple fact that I understand I have the cycles would be enough to help me through them. Sadly, it doesn’t work that way for me. During my last low I was convinced that my mojo was gone forever. According to Mrs. Lion, I always feel this way when things go down.

Now that I’m in a horny phase, I can talk about this and acknowledge that it’s a cycle and not a permanent change. I’m very happy that I’m back to “normal”. I wanted to share this with you. I doubt that I’m the only guy who experiences this.