Back in March 2021, I wrote “True Orgasm Control” about my self-discovery that orgasm control (male chastity) isn’t about making the male horny and frustrating him. It’s about giving someone else the ability to decide when he gets to orgasm. Most of the guys who want to be locked in a chastity device or get orgasm control without the hardware assume it’s about having to suffer through long periods of abstinence before finally getting release.

This couldn’t be further from the truth. With or without hardware, the game is about control, not sex. Yes, from my perspective, it’s all about sex. That doesn’t mean it is. Sex is the instrument of control. Since most of us consider sexual release to be a private activity that we like to do when we are horny, we are challenged when our partner takes control.

This came to mind when one of my Twitter followers happened to read the True Orgasm Control post and wanted to inform me that she saw a difference between male chastity and orgasm control. I  disagreed because trying to split pubic hairs about terminology is an Internet disease. To illustrate her point, she linked to a story (“Control“). It’s a bit of porn fiction about a newcomer to orgasm control being told to jerk off in a restaurant men’s room. The point, I assume, was that orgasm control has less to do with restricting orgasms than it does with controlling when and where the male has one.

I agree. Mrs. Lion has never been particularly concerned with how long I had to wait between orgasms. She makes me come when she feels the time is right. She has never changed locations. I always get off in our bedroom or on our massage tables. I don’t get to decide when. She is sometimes too much a creature of habit. Other than when she waxes me, I can’t remember the last time anything sexual happened before dinner.

Male chastity doesn’t require hardware. I learned that long-term male chastity device wearing trained me not to jerk off. I’ve been conditioned away from that behavior. It isn’t because I will get punished if I masturbate. I no longer see it as a sexual outlet for me. I haven’t masturbated in nine years. Mrs. Lion is my only source of release.

Because this has been going on for so many years, neither of us considers this arrangement unusual. It’s the way things are. I’m happy with it and I will continue to have my orgasms when and where my lioness wants.

Yesterday, we got our flu shots and the latest booster shots for COVID. We don’t normally have reactions to either shot aside from some soreness at the injection site or general achiness. For some reason, the flu shot made my arm itch for a little while. By the time we made it home, the itchiness was gone. I woke up at 5:30 this morning to pee, and I was very achy. It was nothing Tylenol couldn’t fix, and I went back to sleep. The achiness returned a little while ago. I have a telephone interview at noon, so I took more Tylenol.

We watched our football team actually win a game. The quarterback hurt his ankle, and then the backup quarterback got hurt too. I hope neither is serious. It was toward the end of the game, so it had little effect on the outcome. It’s the first time in something like 17 years they’ve started the season at 3-1. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but maybe we’ll have a winning season. The Seahawks won 48-45. Lion said it was a good thing we weren’t playing our spanking football game. I hadn’t even thought about it. We can do it for next week’s game.

Lion was hunkered under the covers while we watched TV last night. I wasn’t cold, but I wasn’t really up for anything anyway. I guess I was already starting to get achy from the shots without realizing it. I’ll take achiness that can be knocked out with Tylenol over the flu or COVID any day. A few friends have recently had COVID, and it knocked them on their butts for over a week. Yes, they were fully vaccinated. No, it’s not a perfect vaccine. But I will point out that if it was that bad with the vaccines, you can imagine how bad it would have been without them.

Tonight, or maybe even this afternoon, I hope we’re both in the mood for Lion fun. I don’t have anything planned, but it won’t take any time at all to whip out some clothespins or IcyHot. Yes, Lion still has that damn IcyHot Pro hanging over his head, ummm balls.

We did some more reconfiguring of our audio-visual area of the bedroom and, as often happens, needed new parts in the process. I went off to buy them while Lion configured things on the remote. The whole process took a few hours, and I didn’t get a chance to write a post yesterday. Lion also, as you probably noticed, did not write a post this morning. I’d like to say we’re back on track, but I never know what’s going to happen next.

The one thing I can be sure of is that Lion had some fun last night. I asked him the silly question, “Do you want me to suck you?”. He responded that it was, indeed, a silly question and moved across the bed. I don’t know how many days it had been since his last orgasm. I don’t know how many days it was since we last did anything sexual. I just knew that I wanted to suck him. I was prepared for him to say no since his post the other day was about telling me no when I asked if he wanted to do anything. If he had said no, I was going to tell him it was too bad. I wanted to suck him, and that’s what I was going to do. Happily, we seemed to be on the same page.

I had no idea if we’d get to the edge. I was just playing it by ear. Literally. I was listening to his breathing to know when he was getting closer. Just to be sure he knew who was in charge, I stopped once he got reasonably close to the edge. I figured it was about the time he might be thinking he was going to go all the way. Then I started again. When he was closer but still not quite there, I stopped again. He was breathing faster. Would I start again or leave him hanging? He had no idea, but I’m sure he was happy when I started again.

I wasn’t even sure if I’d stop again. I didn’t have a plan one way or the other. My desire to make him happy won out. I kept going right on over the edge. It seemed like a big orgasm. He said it was when I asked. However, no cream filling for me. Poor me. Lion thinks he’s broken. I’m glad he had such a wonderful orgasm, even if I didn’t get any bonus from it. I love giving him orgasms.