We are supposed to get cooler weather starting today. I hope so. Our indoor farm has produced a lot of green tomatoes and a few that are getting ripe. It’s silly to get excited about a few cherry tomatoes, but we are.
Saturday night, Mrs. Lion didn’t need to get out the massage table. She didn’t need it. She had me lie across the bed for a full-orgasm blow job. Wow. She reported that I produced some semen. That’s two in a row. She asked if she was better than the blowjob machine I just reviewed (“Review: Amovibe Vibrating Blowjob Machine“). Silly lioness.
We are staying in today. I won’t be waxed. It’s too hot in the pantry where our waxing equipment is set up. It isn’t that urgent. My hair isn’t long enough to make Mrs. Lion sneeze. She said that she was going to take off all my hair this time. All that will be left is above my neck and my arms. My legs are getting too hairy.
I can’t remember what I look like with pubic hair. The last time I had any was almost thirty years ago. After the first time my then-girlfriend shaved me, she said that I would forget what I looked like with hair down there. She was right. It’s too late to find out. The laser hair removal I had over 20 years ago worked. Just a small patch at the base of my penis grows back. I also get a few hairs on my balls. That was the total extent of the laser treatments. They were expensive and painful, but they worked.
It’s an obvious advantage to be hairless when wearing a male chastity device. Pubic hair gets caught in it and is pulled painfully. A lot of guys learn this early on and shave. I always laughed when I heard guys say that shaved pubes are feminine. Nope. Hair or no hair, my gender is absolutely obvious.
Many consider wearing a male chastity device a game. Well, it certainly is a form of keep-away. It can be big, frustrating fun. Others see it as a way to force sexual submission. That may be exciting, but from what I’ve experienced and seen, it is still a game. The least considered purpose of a device that locks the penis is masturbation training.
Most men, me included, never considered masturbation as real sex. It was a way to relieve frustration. I did it when I felt the need. It never occurred to me that Mrs. Lion cared. As long as I was available to her when she wanted me, what difference did it make? It turned out that until the day I asked her to lock me in a male chastity device, she had no idea that I jerked off. When I told her, she was unhappy.
In her mind, masturbating was a form of cheating. I was having sex behind her back. Other women I lived with had no problem with me jerking off. In fact, when they were too tired to get me off, they would “help me” while I did it. Their help consisted of tickling my balls. I liked it. So, when Mrs. Lion told me that it bothered her that I masturbated, I was very surprised.
When we discussed her new role as my disciplinary wife, her first rule was no masturbating. She knew that enforcement was impossible unless I was wearing a male chastity device. I thought that being made to wear one 24/7 was hot. She knew that I couldn’t jerk off if I had one on. She unlocked me and got me off when she thought it was time.
Over three years of wearing the device full time, I was conditioned not to masturbate. Even when the device was off, I didn’t try. I’m in my ninth year of this. I don’t wear a device full time. I also don’t masturbate. Mrs. Lion has produced every orgasm I’ve had since January 2014. She won’t even let me do it while she watches. She is the only source of orgasms for me.
For the record, I don’t miss masturbating at all. It isn’t a struggle to avoid doing it. Even writing about it doesn’t tempt me. I still get grumpy if I’m very horny, but I don’t even think about rubbing one out. I’m glad that Mrs. Lion doesn’t have to worry that I’m doing something behind her back.
