Beggars Can’t Be Choosers

As Mrs. Lion reported, we have no sex or spanking going on. She chalks it off to inertia. Maybe. She also remembered how locking my penis in a male chastity device served as a reminder to periodically unlock me and provide some sexual stimulation. As for the spanking, well, the main reason I’m swat-free is that she is either missing infractions or I’m a very good boy. It’s probably the former.

In terms of sex, I think the male chastity device works because it establishes a ritual that is obvious and has a built-in reminder. If she doesn’t notice my poor cock locked up, I will certainly remind her. Somehow, it is easier for me to do that when I’m locked than when I’m wild. I’m uncomfortable asking for sex. It’s different when I remind Mrs. Lion to unlock me for teasing. That doesn’t feel so much like begging for sex.

Begging! Talk about uncomfortable. I don’t like it, and Mrs. Lion doesn’t like it when I do it. Some women are amused or turned on when their partners beg. Some men enjoy the humiliation. I will agree that it doesn’t matter if I like it or not. It makes a big difference if Mrs. Lion doesn’t. That means if I ask for sex, at best, I am inconveniencing Mrs. Lion. Obviously, if she wanted to play with my penis, she would have done it independently.

Asking for sex wouldn’t be as difficult for me if I believed Mrs. Lion would say, “No,” if she didn’t want to play with me. Her usual response is a look of discomfort and then a silent, slow move to do something. It’s like she knew she should be doing something but was much happier with her iPad. That makes me feel uncomfortable and sad. Sex is something I want to believe is fun for both of us. I don’t want it to be a chore.

This puts me in a tough spot. I can’t masturbate, and if my only outlet is clearly uncomfortable about providing it, I have no choice but to try to ignore my need. It’s our version of, “I have a headache.” The only difference is that no words are spoken. I would be much happier with a “no” or a happy “OK.” I hate the big sigh followed by reluctant playing with my cock. Nothing is way better than that.

I realize that Mrs. Lion has a lot of trouble getting started with pretty much everything. I can too. My solution is to set reminders for myself. Of course, I have another, much more powerful reminder to do what I should; I get spanked if I don’t. That works well for a while. Then, another spanking resets my attention to duty.

Mrs. Lion doesn’t want to lock my penis up again. I’m not going to argue with that decision. She needs to work out what will get her moving. I don’t know if she understands how uncomfortable it is for me to ask for sex. I also don’t know what I can do to make things better. My current choice is to remain quiet. After all, beggars can’t be choosers.