Too Much Information

In case you are wondering, we are five posts away from our 5,000th post. There are no statistics on the number of posts published by blogs, especially sex blogs like ours. We’ve shared a lot about ourselves. Most of it is the very intimate details of our sex life. Every single orgasm either of us had since February 2014 is chronicled here. Since January 2016, when I started saving statistics, I’ve had 284 orgasms. This averages to about 38 orgasms a year.

Whether or not you consider 38 orgasms a year excessive depends on your feelings about male chastity. I would have liked more. It’s not a terribly interesting number to most people. At the very least, that low average, a bit over three a month, suggests that ejaculation is more of a treat than a routine part of my life. Before male chastity, I could come as often as I wanted. Since 2014, I ejaculate when Mrs. Lion decides to let me.

5,000 posts ago, I had no idea how profoundly a sexual game would affect our marriage. It isn’t that either of us wanted a femdom lifestyle. I thought it would be hot to have Mrs. Lion tease me and withhold ejaculation. It was hot then, and it is hot now. Over the years, a lot more happened. We have developed an interestingly kinky partnership.

I’ve had the “Lion” screen name for over twenty years. I picked it for myself when I joined a chat room. It stuck. In a lot of ways, it fits my personality. For years I imagined that it didn’t correlate well with how actual lions live. Why should it? Believe it or not, I’m not really a big cat. It turns out that purely by accident, I made a good choice of nickname. Our relationship is very similar to the real kitties.

It was always believed that lions ruled the pride. They ate first, let the lionesses hunt, and were in charge of the pride. They maintained their position until another lion came along and chased him out. The lionesses just looked on with interest. It turns out this isn’t true. A pride doesn’t include any males. It’s a group of lionesses, usually sisters and their daughters, who band together. They maintain and defend their territory.

Males have to be accepted by the girls before they can join. The lionesses give the lion some latitude. They do let him eat first. This makes evolutionary sense. The lions are bigger and stronger than the lionesses. They are useful to help defend the pride. Letting them pig out ahead of the others keeps them in fighting trim.

Even though a lion is over 400 pounds and a lioness is about 250, the male will never attack a female. Lionesses, however, have to compunction about biting a chunk of flesh out of a lion’s rear if he gets out of line. See the similarity? The average amount of time that the lion remains with the pride is two years. That is important. The female cubs he sires reach sexual maturity about then. Incest would weaken the species. One way or another, he’s gone before that can happen.

Fortunately, Mrs. Lion hasn’t driven me out yet. She has learned to make my hindquarters very sore if I cross a line. So long as I don’t break a rule or piss her off, I’m free to do as I wish. She allows me to make most of the decisions, and, like real lions, I appear to be in charge. I’m amused at the similarities between the real big cats and us. It’s fun for me to think about.

very personal information

Over the years, we (mostly my lioness) have shared very private details that probably don’t belong in our blog. For example, yesterday, she discussed the time she took off to visit her traveling kids without telling me. This incident really frightened me. I wasn’t surprised she wasn’t home when I got up in the morning. I knew she had school. I was working from home. When she didn’t come home hours after she was due, I got very worried. I called her cell and got voicemail. I texted and got no reply. I kept trying with the same result. I was really scared. She was either hurt or had decided to leave me.

We had discussed her driving to Oregon to meet her ex and her kids for a visit. We decided it was too long a drive. Apparently, Mrs. Lion decided that it was closer than we thought. Our recollections are different. She wrote that she called me from the road soon after she thought I would be awake. My memory is that she didn’t call me until after dark when she was almost there. By then, I was a wreck and was sure she was leaving me. I have a fear of abandonment.

When we talked, she agreed to come home that night after her visit. She did, arriving well after midnight. That was a mistake brought on by my insecurity. She should have stayed over and rested. It was dangerous for her to do so much driving. At that point in our relationship, we both had baggage that created this crisis. Mrs. Lion’s ex would never agree to let her do things on her own. Her solution was to take off. She made several independent trips to meet a man she met online. She told me about them. I was sure this absence was another one of those.

We were only together a short time when this happened. Now we are both secure in our love. Mrs. Lion wouldn’t roam without letting me know. It’s odd how differently we remember that incident. She seems to see it as me not trusting her. It wasn’t that at all. If she told me that she wanted to visit at the last minute, I would have probably wanted to go too and share the driving. If I didn’t, at least I would have known she was coming home to me. I think she told me that she didn’t want to call because I would have told her to come home without visiting. Her former marriage taught her to avoid communication. It’s hard to unlearn that.

I don’t think she understands how frightened I was. Even though we remember it differently, it affected us both. Thankfully, it didn’t destroy what we had been building. For me, this incident was the lowest point in our relationship. Since we are still together almost twenty years later, obviously, we have fixed things up.

[Mrs. Lion — Nope. Nope Nope. I sent a text to Lion around 9:30 am when I stopped for gas. He was at work and demanded I call him right away. I had to pee so it took a few minutes. By then, he’d looked at his credit card and realized I’d used it for gas. He threatened to cancel the credit card since I was leaving him. I said I’d come home. We finally agreed that I would continue on, I’d have dinner with them and return the same night. I never had any intention of staying more than a few hours with them. I had already ditched one day of school. And with Lion so mad, there was no way I was trying to make him madder. We had been together at least seven years at that point and married for at least five. Incidentally, I saw the trip as slightly more of a big deal than going out of my way to pick up the dry cleaning. Oh, by the way, I’m driving seven hours to get the dry cleaning. I’ll see you in about sixteen hours. Even my casual text to him said I’d be home that night. Late, but that night.]