This is it, our 6,000th post! It’s a milestone we are proud of. I can’t verify it, but I think we are the largest sex-oriented blog in the world. We’ve averaged two posts a day for nine years. The Journal was intended to document our journey through male chastity. Along the way, we picked up domestic discipline as well.
When we started in 2014, the big deal was the idea of locking up my penis and keeping it locked until Mrs. Lion wanted to get me off. The emphasis was how being locked in a male chastity device would somehow transform my behavior in all aspects of my life. I called it enforced chastity. I was wrong about two things: It wasn’t enforced. Mrs. Lion locked me in a male chastity device because I asked her. The second was that it didn’t change my behavior at all. If I had given the matter any serious thought, I would have realized that with or without a male chastity device, I would do what Mrs. Lion wants because I love her, and she’s my mate.
Wearing the male chastity device 24/7 for three years did change me in one very significant way, I was trained not to masturbate. I had been jerking off since I was eleven years old. It was a regular part of my life, married or single. The male chastity device prevented me from doing it. That was good because Mrs. Lion didn’t want me to masturbate. No one else in my life ever made that request. Over the thousand days of male chastity, I not only broke the habit, I lost any desire to masturbate. It’s been nine years since the last time I got myself off. I’m not sure I could do it even if Mrs. Lion let me. That’s a big change for me.
spanking and domestic discipline
I always liked the idea of being spanked. Mrs. Lion started play spankings very soon after we met. It took her years to build up to a spanking I would feel hours later. She was the one who needed training. When we started, most of the writing online about spankings made a big deal about being on a bare butt. That bit of titillation was central to all of the stuff you could read.
Over the years, people stopped making a fuss about naked bottoms. It was correctly assumed that spankings are administered on a bare bottom. I’ve always been naked when spanked. Somewhere along the line, Mrs. Lion engaged in a series of “experiments” where she spanked me with various paddles and increasing force. That was when she could make me feel her spankings for days. That was when I asked her to make rules.
We didn’t label what we did as domestic discipline, but it was. She made rules like no spilling food on my shirt and waiting for her to start eating first. Simple rules that I was bound to break. There was no real injury to her if I broke them, just an opportunity to punish me. She liked catching me breaking rules. It was a sort of game for her. She didn’t like spanking me because she knew that she was hurting me.
Over time, she stopped feeling bad about spanking me. She treated it as another thing she did as part of her life as my wife. She didn’t like it but didn’t mind either. She treated beating me as a skill she had to master. As her skill grew, my dread of being spanked also increased. I still get turned on thinking about being spanked. I hate the actual spanking. Domestic discipline mission accomplished!
The next challenge was to punish me for doing things that annoy Mrs. Lion. She hates it when I interrupt her or act as a know-it-all. She made it a rule for me not to do those things. When I broke those rules, she almost never punishes me. She finds it very difficult to spank me if I annoy her. In fact, I interrupted her yesterday. She didn’t punish me. She probably will now that I mention it.
Well, here we are
Here we are at 6,000 posts and nine years into male chastity and about six years into domestic discipline. I haven’t had an orgasm that wasn’t given by Mrs. Lion in nine years. We are still struggling with expanding domestic discipline into the more significant offenses I commit. I have no doubt that by post 7,000, that will change.
Over the last nine years I’ve been disappointed by the lack of brotherhood with other bloggers. Female sex bloggers cooperate and have formed a nice online community. Chastity and domestic discipline bloggers jealously guard their readership and never mention other bloggers. I’ve tried to build relationships with other bloggers. With only two exceptions, I’ve been unsuccessful. It’s too bad. One thing that would make our blog more interesting would be discussions between other practitioners.
I’m very happy with our readership. It’s grown steadily every year. We are both grateful that you take the time to read what we write.