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Lion’s nipples were sore after I finally removed the cock ring / nipple clamps.

Neither of us has been sleeping well. Yesterday when I tried to play with Lion, he was receptive at first but then lost his erection. A few minutes later he was snoozing. I think we’re sleeping, but not sleeping well. We’re just so tired. I mowed the lawn yesterday, so I was physically tired. I’ve been trying to do things every day to keep myself moving, at least to the extent I ever did while working my desk job. I know our tiredness can be attributed to what’s going on in the world. It’s difficult to turn your mind off when you’re worried about everything.

However, true to my word, I’m trying to maintain early play. Yesterday, Lion wore the cock ring/nipple clamp setup for a few hours. In hindsight, it’s probably not something that should be worn that long, but you live and you learn. Today, assuming Lion can keep his eyes open and he feels like playing, I thought we might try a little anal play. I won’t call it training because I don’t know if I’ll be consistent enough for that, but I’m sure he’ll “like” some anal attention.

It looks like Lion likes it — a little. (Click here for purchase info)

Maybe we both need to take sleeping pills to knock ourselves out. Once we get a good night’s sleep, I’m sure we’ll be more in the mood for play. I don’t know how many days it’s been since his last orgasm, but I’m sure the refractory period should be over by now. I’d like to put an order in for a super-erection. You know, the one that’s so hard it seems like a light breeze could do the trick. Yeah, that one.

By the way, Lion has learned a new trick. Since we’ve been staying up a little later than normal, he’s been reminding me of punishment day just after midnight. I think that’s cheating, but it’s perfectly legal. Oh well. Whatever helps him remember.

I’ve already decided that Lion will get a nice play spanking tomorrow. He hasn’t earned a punishment spanking in a while and I don’t want his buns to think I’ve forgotten about them. I may be partial to my weenie, but his tushy is still one of my favorite parts of him. Look at me, planning ahead. Maybe I can be taught.

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I suppose that I’m lucky in that I’ve been working from home for the last year. Other than my sweet lioness is home with me, nothing else has changed. Because we don’t socialize a lot, this quarantine has a marginal social effect on us. Obviously, the fact that we’re both going to be out of work puts economic pressure on us. I still have another week and 1/2 of work before my furlough begins.

The scope of our blog has widened a lot since we began it over six years ago. The name, “Male Chastity Journal” doesn’t really address all of the things we write about. We started off with Mrs. Lion locking an inexpensive Chinese chastity device on me. We’ve evolved a lot since then. I recently changed our masthead to try to better describe what this blog is about. It’s impractical to change the name since the world knows us as The Journal.

I try not to write about blogging too often. After all, you didn’t come here to read about how I sweat through the process of writing. I’ve been thinking about the subjects we write about. The focus is on my sexual anatomy and how it affects our feelings. Due to the rather peculiar one-sided sex life we have, the focus stays squarely between my paws.

In a way, that severely limits our potential audience. From time to time that bothers me. But then, I realize that we can get very deep into some highly primal aspects of male and female sexuality. Because we write about our actual experiences, we rarely drift off into the academic drone.

Everything we write about is real. What Mrs. Lion and I say we are doing, actually happens. I wonder if it doesn’t appear tedious to you when we write a long series of posts reporting our often-unsuccessful attempts at making a change.

The best example of this, I think, is spanking. We started off with my interest in being spanked. If you look back, you will see that we spent over three years writing about our evolution. We made a lot of wrong turns. I don’t think we planned to document all of our missteps. We just got in the habit of sharing what was happening. We had a strong motive for doing this.

Mrs. Lion is my most devoted reader and I am hers. We both understand that what we write represents how we feel at the time we are writing. That means we have a solid feedback system. Neither of us tries to make ourselves look good to you. We both want to share our reality. I think this is critical.

My hope since the day we started has been that we will get feedback from you as well. It hasn’t turned out that way. For whatever reason, we are considered more “news” than an interactive conversation. If there is one thing I could change about our Journal, it’s finding a way to encourage more reader participation.

I am incredibly lucky. Mrs. Lion is consistently interested in making things work. Before me, she was a very vanilla lioness. I don’t think she ever thought about the sort of stuff we do now. Her willingness to open herself up to me and do all this weird stuff that makes me happy is a tribute to the quality of her love. Without that enormous love, none of this would be possible.

You may have noticed that I astutely ignore any of the so-called prompts that other bloggers use, to inspire them. Some are really interesting, but all of them, move us in a direction that may not be where we are at the moment. So we remain stubbornly on our own course. We are both very grateful that you take the time to travel along with us.

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Things are looking a little less cluttered around here. The pantry still has far too many boxes in it but they are mostly stacked to one side now. I’ve cleared enough room to put up the waxing table. Lion seemed impressed and said he’ll be needing it very soon. He’s getting a little furry in the nether regions, but I don’t think he’s waxable yet. Maybe next week.

We were both tired yesterday afternoon. Lion wasn’t feeling very well so we didn’t play. I was going to make one of our Hello Fresh! meals, but neither of us seemed up for a big meal. We opted for egg noodles, which is our customary one-of-us-doesn’t-feel-well meal. He didn’t eat much lunch. He’s worried that his job won’t be waiting for him when everything starts going back to normal. Once he ate dinner, he announced he was frisky.

I didn’t want to get too elaborate. We were both still somewhat tired. I settled on swatting his balls. It’s been a while since I’ve done that and, though he says it hurts, my weenie gave him away. After a short time, I told him to lay across the bed. I’m finding it much more comfortable to give him blow jobs lately. Now that we’ve discovered how to position ourselves so my body is more supported, it’s easier for me than reaching over to give him hand jobs. Lion certainly isn’t complaining.

Even with oral attention, he didn’t get to the edge. Worry and tiredness sabotaged him. He said he thought he was done. I almost asked him what would happen if I wasn’t. Of course, if he’d already decided he was done, the chances of my being able to get him anywhere were slim. Still, I sucked him another minute or so and then gave up. We will pick up where we left off.

I’ve put the cock ring connected to nipple clamps on the bed for him to wear after lunch. I don’t think the nipple clamps are all that harsh. The test is to attach them to the webbing of skin between your forefinger and thumb. If you can handle it there, generally, you can handle it on a nipple or elsewhere. I don’t think it will be much of a challenge for him. However, the attention will get him one step closer to being in the mood. That’s the goal.

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It was really nice that Mrs. Lion decided to try out a couple of our toys. The prickly jockstrap was, to say the least, an interesting experience. All the leather is very stiff and needs to be broken in. That means I will have to be wearing it a great deal more. Since we are both home it won’t be difficult for Mrs. Lion to make me wear it often. There is one hurdle in the way, however, she tends to forget about things like this. I think I’ll give her a pad of Post-it notes so she can stick them on her computer to remind her.

In fact, she had promised to do this with all of the activities that seem to elude her. Things like Icy Hot, clothespins of all sorts, anal training, etc. She does have her Box O’ Fun that contains little cards with various nasty things she can do to me. We both enjoyed it when she used it in the past. Things like the prickly jockstrap, need regular wear at least for a while. That jock really felt nasty. There’s no way to be truly comfortable when I have it on. When it breaks in and the straps and the pouch are more flexible, I think I’ll get even more contact with those sharp, little points. It has a zipper in front so that if I have to pee, I can unzip and painfully extricate myself to go to the bathroom. This is truly a diabolical toy.

We have a couple of other toys we haven’t tried. One is a pair of nipple clips attached by a chain to a cock ring. Maybe I’ll find out how that feels too. Our time together is a really good opportunity for us to play more. On a more serious note, it’s also a very good time for us to refine our disciplinary relationship. Without the pressures of work and other distractions that take us out of the house, we have a terrific opportunity.

We also have a lot more time to be together. I’m really happy about that. We may not have as much money with both of us furloughed, but fortunately, our state has very generous unemployment benefits. Speaking of which, I went on to the state unemployment’s website and updated my address and banking information. I was also able to see that the state does, in fact, have a record of my income for the last number of years. This should make getting signed up and paid fairly simple. I just hope that when we come out the other end of this crisis, there will still be a job for me.

We are both healthy and staying home. As long as we can get food deliveries, we should remain okay. I may end up being sore in some unexpected places. That’s fun too.