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I don’t write as much as I used to about male chastity. When it was new, I was fascinated by the feelings of being locked in a chastity device evoked. Desire was amplified. I wanted to ejaculate now! Over time, those feelings subsided. Wearing a steel device around my penis became less of a novelty. It was just part of me. I stopped thinking about jerking off. I still got horny. My penis would try to get hard inside its cage. That amused Mrs. Lion.

Eventually, that stopped too. I only got hard when Mrs. Lion stimulated me after removing the device. After three years of continuous lockup, I forgot that I could get myself off. That’s a good thing because my lioness forbids it. Sans hardware, my chastity is enforced by Mrs. Lion’s power. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to get myself off. I haven’t done it since December 2013.

If you fantasize about this sort of sexual control, you may want to rethink your kink. Based on my experience, there’s no turning back once you go this way. I am not controlling my desire to get myself off with willpower or commitment to my lioness. I am no longer interested in doing it. If she asked me to jerk off, I doubt I would be successful. I’ve been conditioned away from self-gratification.

The same is true of domestic discipline. For the first few years, it was sexy fun. Well, I didn’t get turned on by being spanked, but I got excited thinking about it. I sometimes get aroused thinking about spanking, but it is an infrequent event. Punishment is simply part of our marriage. Most of the readers of this blog probably consider spanking sexually motivated. That’s normal and a very good incentive to keep up with the practice.

Eventually, DD becomes a routine activity. If I break a rule or annoy Mrs. Lion, I get spanked. There is no fuss or ceremony. She brings out the spanking bench. I lie on it, and she straps me down. Then, I get my punishment. One offense gets me ten minutes of strong spanking. Additional offenses earn me an additional five minutes for each one.

There is nothing fun about it. Mrs. Lion considers spanking me as a task she does routinely. It doesn’t turn her on. She isn’t moved by how much the spanking hurts me. I usually make a lot of noise that she ignores.

My point is that if you consistently do something, it will eventually become a routine part of your life. Be careful what you ask for.

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Our predicted snowfall turned into rain. Now we’re worrying about floods and landslides. Nope. You can’t please us. All of the mountain passes near us are closed until Saturday. The avalanche danger is too high to work on the roads. The year we moved here, there was widespread flooding that closed the interstate to the south. When the passes closed, we were essentially cut off from the outside world. That’s okay. Everyone forgets we’re up here anyway.

Lion has been tired the past few days. Last night he didn’t eat dinner because he wasn’t feeling well either. He came out of his office around 11 this morning and he was in bed snoozing until lunch. It’s such a dreary day, snoozing in bed sounds like a great thing to do. I’m not sure if he’ll be up for any sexual activity later or not. I’m here for whatever he decides. It’s not like I can force him to have sex. And I wouldn’t want to if he’s tired or not feeling well.

As Lion mentioned in his post this morning, a literary agent contacted him about his book. I think it’s exciting news. It may not lead to anything but it’s nice to know someone is interested aside from me. I think Lion is an excellent writer. He says I have to say that because I’m married to him. (I don’t have to say it.) I could tell him if I didn’t like it. I did ask questions about his plot line and he explained why he wrote things a certain way. It wouldn’t do him any good if I just blindly said it was wonderful and I wouldn’t change a thing. He needs real feedback. Maybe he’ll get another opinion from the agent.

We haven’t really been out of the house since Christmas eve. I ventured to a local store a few blocks away to get veggies, but I haven’t gone any further. There was no reason to risk going out in the snowy, icy weather. It’s a good thing we love each other so much. Other couples may have killed each other by now. I’m happy to be stuck with him.

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Our puppy is calming a bit. Mrs. Lion found the time and energy to tease me a little on Tuesday. I was horny and enjoyed the attention. It’s nice to feel things returning to normal. I’ve mentioned that I’ve been writing a novel. I gave up on the idea of a self-published spanking romance. My effort yielded almost no sales. It’s easy and fun for me to write porn. However, it’s no test of my skill as a novelist.

I’ve been working on a novel with no explicit sex. It’s been a long slog. Writing is hard work. It’s finished, I think and I sent requests for representation to a few literary agents. Each agent receives thousands of these a year. They usually require a query letter that is a sort of advertising blurb for the book, along with sample pages. Most ask for the first five or ten pages. Some want to see the first few chapters.

I sent out about twenty on Monday. On Tuesday, I got three rejections. That’s depressingly fast! Yesterday, I got a request for the full manuscript. From what I’ve read, about ten percent of submissions result in this request. It’s one step closer to getting an agent and possibly selling my book.

Book publishing is a depressingly difficult world to enter. Hundreds of thousands of would-be authors compete for a small number of publishing slots. Editors and publishers stopped accepting unsolicited manuscripts years ago. The only way in is through literary agents. The agents represent the filter between author and publisher. Getting an agent is the necessary first step. Those first rejections on Tuesday were heartbreaking for me. I’m so grateful for Wednesday’s encouragement.

I’m not pretending that I can write literature. My first book is a sort of romance novel. I like stories with happy endings (couldn’t you guess?). I think of myself as the character played by Jack Nicholson in “As Good as It Gets.” His character plays a romance novel writer. When asked how he writes women so well, he says, “ I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.” I’m kidding. I love that line.

Anyway, I’m more hopeful than I was yesterday. Someone wants to read the entire manuscript. Even if the agent passes, at least I know someone liked the first three chapters.

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Sorry about not posting yesterday. I was deep in author mode. I’m sending queries off to try to get an agent. This is massively frustrating. Without a personal recommendation, the odds of landing one are near zero. I don’t want to self-publish. Promoting a book on my own doesn’t work at all. I like to write, but I hate dealing with the business side. This is odd since my career has been management consulting. If you know a literary agent looking for a woman’s/romance novel, please consider helping me.

You won’t be surprised that nothing sexual has been happening. Between the psycho dog and the drain of all this literary work, sex hasn’t been on the table, er bed, at all. I’m still waiting for Mrs. Lion to test-drive our new leather restraints. The dog will have to be banished before that is attempted.

I feel badly for the dog. She doesn’t understand why we get so upset. We fired the expensive dog trainer we hired. The program he suggested would take over four hours a day. We don’t have that much time. He suggested we send her to boarding school for training. Well, I went to boarding school. Maybe she should too. Before we go that far, we will try on our own. Perhaps the combination of consistent effort and her natural maturing process will get us past this difficult time.

Mrs. Lion promises more orgasms in 2022. You might be surprised to learn that I support her efforts. I am just being silly. An orgasm a week is a nice step up from two a month. We’ll see if I end up with 52 in the new year. I’ve had one so far on New Year’s Day. We haven’t talked about domestic discipline. I expect that will continue as it has in the past. Now that Mrs. Lion has a heavy leather strap, I may get the pain without bleeding. I don’t mind the blood. It gets in her way. How nice for her to eliminate it.