Lion was not a fan of it, but yesterday I took the night off. Despite Lion ever-so-subtly hinting that he was horny, he said he was fine with snuggling. I figured he was horny. I just didn’t feel like doing anything. Don’t worry. I’ll make up for it tonight. I don’t know if I’ll be up for Lion riding, but he’ll get some attention.

Every time I have to move the spanking bench out of the way, I wonder when Lion will make his next mistake. Obviously, I could (and maybe should) bring it out and spank him anyway just so we both stay in practice. Maybe I’ll ring out the old year on his buns whether he’s on his best behavior or not. I have to test out the new strap, after all.

We’re in for some more snow tonight into tomorrow. The original forecast was for six inches. Now they’re saying four. I’m heading out while it’s still light to get some prescriptions. I need to do it before the end of the year. Otherwise, I wouldn’t worry about it. We can stay safely ensconced in our little house and not come out till springtime. I’ve always threatened to hibernate. Maybe this is as close as I’ll get.

Before I leave for the store, I’ll make sure the Magic Wand is charging. It doesn’t really save me much time or effort in getting Lion off. It’s just something fun to do. I think it gets him super hard, and I like when he’s super hard.

There’s no need for me to masturbate. If Mrs. Lion wants to save energy, she can always use her Magic Wand.

Cold and snow blanket us here in the Pacific Northwest. National weather forecasts acknowledge we exist. They do in the context of our weather will be moving east. Oh well. The weather indoors was decidedly hotter than usual. Mrs. Lion treated me to a warm blanket of clothespins painfully attached to my balls. She pulled them off one by one, taking breaks to masturbate me to keep me nice and hard.

When the clothespins were all gone, she treated me to some delightful oral sex. Then she asked me if I wanted my birthday fuck. Naturally, I agreed. It was easier said than done. Our bodies weren’t in proper alignment, and we decided to try again another day. After all, what’s a day or two when it’s been 1,412 days since the last time I came inside my lioness. I’m very grateful for this increase in sexual activity. It makes me feel much closer to Mrs. Lion.

There isn’t much new on the male chastity device market. I’m not counting the dozens of derivative devices out of China. Maybe the flood of cheap, not-too-uncomfortable Chinese male chastity devices has killed the custom device market. Or, it could be that there are just so many ways to lock up a penis before anything “new” is almost the same as existing products.

It also might be that the male chastity market is saturated. It’s easy for anyone interested to google his way through endless information on the subject. Let’s face it, male chastity is a fairly esoteric kink. Only so many men want their penises locked up. Another reason the male chastity hardware business may have peaked is because those of us who have practiced it for years often no longer need hardware. The combination of consistent control by our partners and long-term wear of a chastity device will train any desire for independent release out of the best of us.

I, for example, haven’t masturbated in over eight years. I don’t think about it anymore. Mrs. Lion is my only source of release. A male chastity device is no longer necessary. It took a while for me to get to this point. I was locked in a device 24/7 for over three years. I was only unlocked for sexual attention by my lioness or occasional cleaning. This consistent application of enforced orgasm control has conditioned me very effectively.

Once in a while, Mrs. Lion will mention that she was considering letting me jerk off under her watchful eye. She always rejects that idea. It makes no sense and is potentially going to retrain me to do something she spent years training me not to do. It’s not like she enjoys watching me masturbate. She can always use her Magic Wand if she wants to save energy.

I am tired of snow. There, I said it. Yes, I know we’ve only had it for a few days. No, I haven’t had to shovel much. No, I don’t have to go anywhere except for picking up prescriptions. Yes, we have enough food. No, I am not looking forward to the possible six inches we could get on Thursday. Yes, I need to shovel things out better before then. Blech!

Luckily, Lion and I can keep ourselves occupied while we’re snowed in. We have TV and internet. Of course, I can play with him, which keeps us warm in these frigid temperatures. Last night, I looked for the plastic clothespins, but I couldn’t find them on short notice. The wooden ones had to suffice. I don’t know how many I put on him, but they got the ball rolling. When I got them off, I retrieved the Magic Wand, but it had no charge. It’s been a while since we used it, and I thought it would be fun. Oh well. I’ll have to charge it.

In the absence of the Magic Wand, I asked Lion if he wanted oral attention. He did. I got him all hot and bothered and to the edge quite a few times before I asked him an interesting question. I don’t know what made me think about it. I certainly hadn’t planned on it, but I wondered if he’d like his birthday fuck last night. He was hard enough. I don’t know if he was surprised or not. Of course, he wanted it. If he had turned me down, would I ever ask again? (I would.)

I took a minute to find some lube. He said I shouldn’t need much. I wasn’t wet at all. I figured I’d need quite a bit. Let me first say that it’s been a very long time since I climbed on top of him. Let me also say that I am not the most flexible person in the world. As a matter of fact, I am far less coordinated than I used to be. Perhaps I should have thought about these things before I offered to go Lion riding. It did not go well. I fell over, just trying to straddle him. (Stop laughing.) I couldn’t manage to get him in the hole. He couldn’t manage to get himself in the hole. After a few minutes of fumbling, he was losing his erection anyway. What a comedy of errors!

Here are my take-aways: Thank goodness I’d edged him before I made the ill-fated attempt to ride him. At least it wasn’t the prize he’d been waiting all night for. I think some stretching and limbering up are required for the next try. And we both got a good laugh out of the ordeal.

Ever since Mrs. Lion started working from home, our sex life, well, my sex life, has been off. The most obvious issue is that Mrs. Lion stays away from me for almost the first week after I ejaculate. There is some snuggling on the third or fourth day, but no real effort until around the seven-day mark.

Sunday was day 5. Mrs. Lion gave me some very nice oral attention. She said in her post, “Maybe We’re Both Out of Practice,” yesterday that it had been some time since the last time she sucked me. Actually, the last time was December sixth, not all that long ago. The big change is the lack of contact.

Even though I keep asking for the activity to begin earlier in the day, it just doesn’t. For example, on Sunday we watched two football games. Both were recordings on our DVR. We were in bed watching nearly all day. Play was possible at any point. Mrs. Lion started the activity with me after dinner, after her shower, and after the kitchen was cleaned up. By then, I was getting tired.

I’m not blaming her. If the situation were reversed, I would probably do the same thing. I think that the situation is worse now that she works from home because the commute from the office was a sort of timestamp. Playing with me was one of the things she did after returning home. Now, she leaves her desk, goes to the bedroom, and does stuff on her iPad. She’s gained a half-hour more iPad time. It seems that without the commute, she forgets our at-least-every-other-day sex schedule.

Another complicating factor is the dog. She is still a fairly wild puppy who tries to get involved if Mrs. Lion gets physical with me. Talk about a buzz kill! Mostly, I think the change in daily patterns is creating issues. Also, the one-way nature of sex with us keeps it at the bottom of the priority list. I get it. I just don’t like it.