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In: CBT, Orgasm

Last night Mrs. Lion put the locking cock ring on me. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn any penis “jewelry.” The locking cock ring allows me to get hard and doesn’t prevent sex. That’s not its purpose. I haven’t masturbated in nine years. I don’t need a device to keep my hands off my penis. The reason I’m wearing the cock ring is more complicated.

The main reason is that it is a concrete symbol of our power exchange. I can’t remove it. Only she can. We don’t need to be reminded who is in charge. We need to be reminded that sexual control requires consistent activity. Both of us have been letting things slide in the sex department. Mrs. Lion will forget or be too tired to do something. I will not be in the mood. She is quick to let me stop any potential action.

This isn’t how we decided we wanted things to go. Sex under her control is not just denying me orgasms. It’s also having me perform whenever she wants. If I’m due for attention, I should get it. My interest isn’t the point. My job is to present my genitals for her attention. If she wants to tease me, she should tease me. I don’t have the right to refuse.

On the other side of the coin, she commits to playing with me at least every other day. She’s missed a lot of those dates. The locking ring is a visible reminder of what we agreed to do. It’s hard to ignore.

Late last year, Mrs. Lion decided to give me at least one orgasm a week. Despite the problems we’ve been having, she’s come through. I had three orgasms in November and December, Four in January, and five in February. The six months before averaged two a month. Almost every time she gave me sexual attention, she got me off.

This is what we wanted to change. Consistent teasing leading up to a weekly orgasm was her goal. Maybe locking me up again, even if it is just a cock ring, will get the teasing going again. My job is to be available. I can do it. If I fail, there is always the spanking bench.

Speaking of that, I had trouble finding a company that would make our spanking magnet. Two canceled my orders because it was of my bare bottom. I finally found an open-minded outfit on Etsy that is making it. Mrs. Lion will put it on my whiteboard when I earn a spanking. She will know at a glance if she owes me a beating. The goal is to punish as soon after the offense as possible.

Spanking has proven to be a successful educational tool for me. Mrs. Lion is still slow in finding new rules. We both seem to do better when she has many opportunities to catch me. I can think of at least one she might want to add.

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In: Chastity hardware, Edging, Orgasm
Lion is locked in his cock ring. He isn’t complaining since he can still get hard. (Obviously this picture is before waxing.)

When I was trying to motivate myself to clean up the dinner dishes, Lion asked if I was showering. I’ve been on a roughly every-other-day routine since I’ve been working from home. If I feel particularly yucky, I shower more often. I also owed Lion a spanking because he left the shower door open again. However, as I was motivating myself, he mumbled something under his breath. He thinks I don’t listen to him most of the time. I asked what he said, and he claimed it wasn’t important. That’s interesting because what I thought I heard was something about being too late. Would that be too late for sex? I assumed so without asking him. [Lion — I didn’t mumble about anything being “too late.” I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it wasn’t about sex. I think I said it was late to spank me; not too late. I was thinking about our earlier conversation about punishing closer to the offense.]

Since he needs time to recover after a spanking, and I didn’t want it to be too late for sex, despite his nap while I was making dinner, I decided to push off the spanking and shower so I could “service” the Lion. (My ex had a friend who would say he serviced his girlfriend. It made me think he was sleazy.) If he wanted sex, he’d have to put up with a potentially stinky Lioness. I don’t think I am, by the way. [Lion — She isn’t.]

He asked me to get the bag with the locking cock ring so he could look for it while I took my shower. We found the ring and the key, so we were all set. Then I told him I was delaying his spanking. He was happy about that even though he’d just talked about having the punishment closer to the crime. I guess sex outweighs that idea. Sex outweighs a lot of ideas. Before I locked him up, I wanted to give him a fond farewell. When I first locked him up, all those years ago, I made him masturbate for me one last time so I could see his technique. I certainly wasn’t going to have him masturbate this time around. But I could do it for him.

Without lube, only stroking down his penis is almost impossible. I didn’t want to make a mess, so I just jerked him off the old-fashioned way. Of course, I wasn’t going straight for the gold. I wanted him to work for his orgasm. I edged him a few times to make him sweat. Then I gave him his orgasm. Unfortunately, it didn’t produce more than a trickle although it did leak out a little while later. I’d much rather have it all at once, so I have a reward too, but we’ll take what we can get. He’s still keeping up with his electronic Kegels. I’m hoping he’ll give me nice cream filling in the near future.

I think I did manage to pinch him when I put the ring on. Just a little though. I don’t think there will be a bruise. Now he’s all locked up again. Well, not all locked up. Mr. Weenie is free. He just has a metal necklace.

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In: Orgasm denial, Body Hair Removal

Sunday was hair removal day here. Mrs. Lion waxed me, front and back. Nothing is left between my neck and upper thighs. It’s a good look. I like how my balls feel when completely hairless. The skin is soft and very sensitive. I wonder if she notices. The waxing process takes a lot less time and seems easier for my lioness. It’s true that the hair growing back is thinner (less thick). In most places, less grows back as well. There is one spot above the base of my cock that grows back despite laser and wax treatments. Stubborn.

I always get a short, fun playtime after Mrs. Lion uses oil (light mineral oil) to clean off any wax residue. She oils my cock and balls and then masturbates me. It always feels good. On Sunday, there was something new. She moved her hand down and then let go. Rinse and repeat—just downstrokes. Holy shit!

In the past, she’s used just upstrokes. This technique is exciting but will never produce an orgasm. Nature has programmed us, males, to always ejaculate on the thrust in. That makes sense. We need to ejaculate as close to the cervix as we can get. That gives our sperm the shortest swim to the waiting egg.

That means if his partner is playing with his penis and only moves her hand up from the body, there will be sexual stimulation but no trigger to ejaculate. Mean tops like my lioness know this since this motion is also less arousing because the skin is being pulled up and over the frenulum, which reduces contact and stimulation.

For the record, I’ve had the skin pulled down with one hand while the other (lubed, of course) moves up over the sensitive spot. The result is more arousal but no orgasm regardless of how long she did it. My penis was aware of the direction of stimulation and refused to squirt.

On Sunday, Mrs. Lion did the opposite. She oiled me up and then moved her hand over the head and down to my body. She did it at the same speed she would normally move up and down when she jerked me off. The sensation was amazing. I did not doubt that I would come if she kept it up. She didn’t–the bitch! She smiled and said, “Not now.”