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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Male Chastity

In so many ways 2020 is a year we all want to forget. Our 100-year plague struck as COVID-19. Everything changed. Here in the US, the complete lack of national leadership made us the most severely impacted country in the world. I’m out of work as a direct result of the pandemic. The term “pivot” has come into popular use to describe the ways we adapt to the disease. 2021 isn’t shaping up much better. We have a new president. He’s a political hack, but at least he cares about the country. There is a good chance that he will appoint good people and clean up the mess that the worst president in American history has made.

2020 was also the year I had the least orgasms since we began tracking. It was 33 versus 51 for 2019. I’m not sure that means anything. Some people think that the lower that number goes, the better I’m under female control. I totally disagree. That implies that the objective of male chastity is to eliminate ejaculation. That makes absolutely no sense to me.

You don’t demonstrate control by extinguishing something. You have control when you decide when the male gets to come. Mrs. Lion has absolute control over me in that area. I haven’t had a single orgasm that she didn’t supply. That’s control! If she believes I don’t need to ejaculate more than once every ten to fourteen days then that’s what I get. In 2020, my average was an orgasm every eleven days. All were either handjobs or oral. Since June, all but one was oral. I think it’s hot that my sex life is controlled this way. Essentially, I’m milked on a regular basis that doesn’t require my input. That’s the essence of male chastity. I like losing control.

2020 was also a year that our disciplinary relationship changed a bit. Mrs. Lion has been less focused on our FLR. Her routines have changed. She is working from home and hasn’t developed the rhythm she had when she commuted. She is less inclined to punish me for anything other than forgetting to set up the coffee pot. I haven’t been punished for anything else in months. I would like to say that I didn’t do anything else wrong, but that’s not true. She seems less inclined to be a disciplinary wife lately. Part of the reason for this might be that she hasn’t been feeling as well as usual. Part may be inertia.

I’ve also noticed that male chastity devices seem more popular. I’m basing this on pictures I’ve seen on twitter and other social media. Most of the devices appear to be the cheap Chinese cages. Every single one I’ve seen are too big for the penis inside it, some by more than an inch. I suppose that’s inevitable. In case you know someone who doesn’t get it, remind him that the end of the cage should always be in firm contact with the head of the penis.

Perhaps 2021 will be a better year in that respect. Maybe my ejaculate production will be allowed to go up as well. I doubt that. I hope that we can get back to the much more active disciplinary relationship that we had before. I think we were both happier. Stay tuned.

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In: Edging, Mrs Lion Comments

I was finally able to get Lion to the edge last night. Yay! It’s been a long time. Well, he had an orgasm on Christmas eve so I guess you could argue that it hasn’t been too long. But I didn’t edge him that night. It took so long to get him anywhere near the edge, I just decided to give him an orgasm. Last night he had an erection, I thought he was starting to lose it and then he came back to make it to the edge. And I edged him a few times for good measure. Maybe my horny Lion is back.

Lion got his hair cut just before dinner. He was watching a movie and snoozing a bit in the afternoon. I joined him and snoozed myself for a bit. Around 5:30 I asked if it was too late for his hair cut. He said it’s never too late. I’m sure I could make an argument for 10 pm being too late, but whatever. While I cooked dinner, he took a shower to wash all the little bits of hair off. I didn’t hear any grumbles so I guess I did a good job. Today, I’ll get the rest of the hair taken care of and then he’ll be manscaped from head to toe. Maybe not his lower legs, though. I’m still not sure I like his lower legs bare. I don’t know if that’s because they look funny or if it’s because it’s a pain in the neck to wax his lower legs. Maybe it’s a little of both.

So far the Box o’Fun is still on the back burner. Clearly, he didn’t need it last night. That doesn’t mean he won’t ever need it, of course. I’m wondering if my good luck at edging him was, at least in part, due to the fact that I was squeezing his balls. I had my finger and thumb around his sack and I was tugging on his balls – just light stretching. Then I started to squeeze them a little. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I wanted him to know I had his balls in my hand. They were, for that moment, mine to do with what I wanted. I know they always are, but I literally had his life in my hands. He seemed to respond when I squeezed them. Once I knew he was on his way to the edge, I changed tactics and tickled them. He loves that. [Lion — I adore my balls tickled! A finger or two up my ass is nice too.]

With any luck, I’ll be able to get him to the edge tonight too. I look forward to having my horny Lion back.

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In: Lion's Journal, Domestic discipline

It’s 2021 at last! In less than a month Donald Trump will become a bad memory. I’m hoping that memory will fade fast. Nothing has happened on the sexual front (or back) in about a week. I’m fine with that. I’ve managed to avoid punishment, though it was close at times. New Year’s Eve was very quiet. That’s no surprise. We never do much then. I haven’t made any resolutions other than to attempt to survive. One day I hope to eat in a restaurant again. That would be a welcome change. I’d even enjoy getting out of the house. It’s been weeks since I’ve been outside. I haven’t had pants on in about a month. Chalk it off to hibernation.

I am very excited that my first book is available in paperback form right now. The Kindle version will release on Monday (you can preorder now). This is the first time I have promoted anything I’ve done here on the blog. Mrs. Lion and Julie of strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com helped me immensely. I am very grateful to them.

Obviously, I do a lot of writing. We are in our eighth year here. Our 5,000th post will publish before June. That’s a lot of writing. Even with all this blogging, I was unprepared for the challenge of creating fiction. A typical book is between 80 and 90 thousand words. It’s not easy keeping the plot and characters straight in 350 pages of text. Mrs. Lion and Julie caught my slips. Anyway, I’m learning a new skill. It took a while to learn to write a daily post. It is going to take me more than one book to come close to mastering fiction writing.

I’ve started the second book in the series. It’s going slow right now. Like blogging, writing of any kind requires consistent, daily effort. I try to write one post here and at least 10 pages of fiction every day. It’s my job. Consistency is critical for me. That also holds true in the other areas of my life. Our domestic discipline has been neglected. Neither of us seems to feel motivated. On Friday, I got some sauce on my t-shirt. Admittedly, it was on the very bottom; the part you would tuck in if you wore pants. When I informed Mrs. Lion, I got an “Mmmmf.” I absolutely wasn’t looking for a spanking. I was surprised that I didn’t even get a warning. Mrs. Lion must be tired of it too.

I’m not inclined to lobby for more punishments. They hurt. On the other hand, are we letting our disciplinary relationship wither on the vine? Both of us are good at that. We should either continue consistently or decide to stop for a while or forever. It’s something to talk about this new year.

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In: Body Hair Removal, Body Waxing, Mrs Lion Comments

We both fell asleep watching TV last night. We were awake again at 10ish to give the dog her ice cream. Lion sort of snoozed off and on. Then he got up, did some things, and 2021 rolled in while we were apart. No big deal. We’d had our New Year’s toast at dinner. I don’t think we had really planned to watch the ball drop in New York or the ridiculously pathetic display Seattle puts on. When Lion came back to bed, he discovered we missed midnight together. So our kiss was delayed by ten minutes. At least we kissed and finally got rid of 2020.

We had a big lunch yesterday that translated into dinner being delayed. And it was a big dinner. We had a festive steak and potatoes dinner with a salad and a bottle of prosecco, hence our toast. Afterwards, we were too full to consider doing anything. We did snuggle a little bit but that was as far as it went. I have three days off. Today, I plan to vegetate and then cut Lion’s hair. Waxing will happen tomorrow. The table is all cleared off and the wax is ready to melt. Operation yank-the-hairs-out-of-Lion is a go. I can’t promise I’ll be able to do both sides of him in one session, which is why I’m starting tomorrow. Sunday can be day two if necessary.

I’m hoping the waxing will help turn Lion on. Not necessarily the yanking of hairs itself but the additional attention to an oiled weenie. However, I think the process does turn him on in some respects. I’m taking care of my “property”. He wants to be bare and I’m supporting him by waxing him. It is a very intimate thing to do. I wonder if he went to a waxing place would he get aroused by all the touching? I know he had laser hair removal done. Did he find that arousing? [Lion — Laser hair removal hurts and I wasn’t turned on.] I think I would find it embarrassing. But Lion doesn’t need to be embarrassed at home. I certainly don’t mind if he gets aroused. In fact, I encourage it.

Once he’s got his smooth body back, I won’t get my nose tickled when I suck him.