Today (when I’m writing this post) is the last day of September. It’s been 13 days since my last ejaculation. This is on track with my previous experiences. I have had 2 orgasms so far this month. I’ve been getting two orgasms a month for the last five months. I don’t think Mrs. Lion planned it, but she is very consistent. I’m most likely capable of having more than two. Apparently, she believes I don’t need more than that. Tonight should be another edging session.
Last night she edged me several times. We were both sweating when she decided to stop. I had fun and didn’t expect to be allowed to ejaculate. This sort of teasing is frustrating, of course. It’s also a fun way for Mrs. Lion to assert her control. I’ve learned that simply denying sexual activity, which is the classic male chastity scenario, is a game for one. The keyholder isn’t really asserting control as much as allowing her partner to live inside a sexual denial fantasy.
When frequent edging is introduced, the game goes from solo denial to a true power exchange. Each time Mrs. Lion teases me and brings me close to orgasm, I am reminded that she and she alone has the ability to give me sexual pleasure. This is very different from feeling that she has the power to deny orgasm. It goes from her preventing my pleasure to postponing it until she feels I should get it.
This goes against some fantasies. The idea that the keyholder is a cruel woman who enjoys seeing sexual suffering is hot to many men. I suppose I felt that way in the beginning. I saw Mrs. Lion as the dominant woman who denied me release. The regular edging changed my view. I see her as the only person who can give me release. Because she has a lot of contact with my penis, I know she is having fun by teasing me. That feels very different than thinking she denies me.
I know she is having fun. I am, too, because being teased is fun all by itself. I know that eventually, she will let me ejaculate. I also know that the fun has to stop when she does until I am physically ready to come again. This takes several days. She has to decide how to balance getting me off with the daily opportunity to tease me.
Male chastity, the way we play it, is highly interactive. Mrs. Lion has at least as much contact with my penis as she would if we were orgasmic frequently. I’m not denied sex at all. I don’t get a chance to finish.