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Some bloggers, for no reason I can find, like to number their posts. Maybe it’s a throwback to the days before the Web when you read posts as files in a directory. The number would sort the posts in order of creation. Well, boys and girls, this is post 5,997. We are just three posts away from the magic 6,000. Hmm, maybe the real magic post is 6,666, the devil’s post. We’ll have to see. That post should turn up sometime in 2023.

What might the devil’s post be about? Maybe it will be about a particularly painful spanking or a ball-burning application of IcyHot. Nope, that can’t be it. I’ll probably get both of those before post 6,000. If you like tracking our posts, there’s a counter under the About Us section in the right column of our blog. If you are reading on your phone, I’m not sure how you can see it.

Anyway, yesterday I wasn’t in the mood for sex. I worry when this happens. It was eight days since my last orgasm. I should have been chomping at the bit for some sexual fun. Mrs. Lion asked if I wanted to come out from under the covers. That usually signals a blow job. Like most men, I love them! I wasn’t that interested. It’s been eight days since Mrs. Lion offered anything beyond some under-the-covers fondling. That never does much for me.

After eight days of very sporadic under-the-covers stuff, my motor has cooled off. The massage table hasn’t been up in ages. At this point, I don’t think that simply getting on the table and being jerked off will work. I always worry that it’s the end for me. So far, I’ve been wrong.

I don’t know what will work this time. Even thinking about oral sex isn’t arousing me. There’s a big difference between thinking and getting. Part of the problem may be what happened on Tuesday night. Mrs. Lion came into the bedroom and I was under the covers. She said, “Want to come out?” I was a little chilly, and that invitation didn’t get my thoughts to oral sex. I don’t know why, but it didn’t. I think it is because my sex pilot light has gone out.

The question is how to re-light it. I don’t know the answer. That’s what concerns me. I seem to be the sole resource on sexual activities. I have no idea. Mrs. Lion is on her own.

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Last night, Lion was too chilly to come out from under the covers. We snuggled and I played with my weenie for a bit. I know that doesn’t do anything for him most of the time. I just wanted to touch him. Grope him, really. And I thought, if being chilly was the problem, I’ll have to plug in the heater in his office to get it toasty for massage table fun. I’m not sure what I’ll do to him but I’ll figure something out.

He might be surprised that I’ve thought ahead. Obviously, I don’t know what I’ll do yet, but just the fact that I’m planning on the heater and the massage table shows more forethought than normal for me. In all fairness, I had to run to the store last night for his prescriptions and a few other things, so we couldn’t have played earlier anyway. Tonight Is a different story. There’s no reason I can’t have everything set up to play before dinner. The early Lioness gets the Lion.

Once I get Lion’s motor running, we can adjourn to the somewhat chillier bedroom for some oral sex if he’s interested. I can’t guarantee he’ll have an orgasm, but we can still have some fun. And if he’s not really into it, we’ll still have fun on the massage table. We can try. It’s been quite a few days since his last orgasm [Lion — Nine.], and I haven’t exactly been doing much to pump up the tires. It may take some doing. I’m up for the challenge.

Maybe it will help if I go through the process of choosing something from the box O’Fun. Lion likes fanfare and pageantry. I could also order him into his office if he says he doesn’t want attention. Eventually, it will swing back to my not wanting sex as the problem. Ordering could show him I’m not taking any of his excuses. Dammit! Get your ass in there! Because I said so! (You have to throw that last line in there, or you don’t mean business. *grin*)

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From what I can see, very few women go out of their way to do the sort of things we want. No woman ever initiated male chastity. It’s like anal sex, women just don’t ask for it. That isn’t to say all women don’t enjoy anal sex, some do, like Mrs. Lion. It’s just that it isn’t what they ask for.

After nine years of male chastity and writing about it, I’m confident that virtually all male chastity is initiated by men wanting to be locked up. Women don’t think about things like that. Mrs. Lion certainly didn’t. She also never thought about spanking me in any context, much less domestic discipline. I asked for that too. I was very lucky that she agreed to do both.

That brings me to my central point: Just because she agreed to do these things didn’t mean that she particularly liked doing them. Mrs. Lion didn’t mind locking my penis in a male chastity device. She made (makes) it clear that she doesn’t understand why I would want it, but went along anyway. It took her years to get to the point where she didn’t actively dislike punishing me. She is my disciplinary wife because I asked her to take that role. I’m pretty sure that she continues because she knows that it’s important to me. I’m not sure if she would stop if I asked. I’m absolutely sure that she doesn’t like spanking me. At this point, she doesn’t mind beating me. It doesn’t bother her any more than vacuuming the rug. It’s work that has to be done. She is equally unenthusiastic about BDSM. She does it sometimes because it turns me on. It isn’t fun for her.

In a perfect world, she would enjoy my sexual frustration and get a little thrill out of spanking me or doing BDSM play. That would be an incentive to do those things that came from inside her. I would feel a lot better about asking for these things if I thought she liked them, even a little. She doesn’t.

If I’m not careful, I could ruin things. No matter how much I want Mrs. Lion to enjoy, even a little, these activities, she’s not going to. She isn’t wired that way. If I try to push her into trying, I’ll frustrate her and we will risk losing what we have now. I’m the one who needs to realize that I’m getting everything I want. I have to remind myself that’s more than almost anyone else gets. Mrs. Lion doesn’t have to get off on doing this stuff. I’m grateful that she does it.

She wouldn’t have kept things up all these years if, on some level, it didn’t work for her. I don’t need to understand why she keeps it up. I have to remember to thank her and be grateful for all that I have.

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As Lion said, we had a power failure yesterday. We both get testy when the power goes out. It takes a bit of oomph to get the generator started. Then I have to connect all the power cords to various areas to make sure the fridge, freezer, my office area (with network stuff) and the bedroom have power. Lion used the royal “we” when stating what the next step was. I hate the royal “we”. “We” is me in most cases. “We” were working as fast as “we” could. I snapped at him.

Later on, with the UPS beeping at me, I unplugged the power cord for my office area and plugged it into a different part of the extension cord coming from the generator, not thinking that would change anything else. For whatever reason, it freaked out the TV remote and interrupted Lion’s TV viewing pleasure. (In all fairness, he has nothing else to do during a power failure.) He snapped at me for that.

It turns out, and I probably knew this when the power went out well over a year ago, there are two “sides” to the generator power and I had everything plugged into one side, so things were unbalanced. Once I plugged the refrigerator into the side opposite the freezer and Lion got his TV going again, all was right with the world.

The power eventually came on, and I had to undo all the power connections. Today we’re under a wind advisory and I’m hoping the power doesn’t go out again. I can’t deal with all the crawling around again.

Yesterday was punishment day. I wasn’t about to add spanking to the list. Theoretically, I should spank Lion for snapping at me. However, there were extenuating circumstances. He’ll probably say it’s one of those times that he should be punished. He’s probably right. However, I’ve made my decision.

Thanks to Tylenol, I was less achy and attempted to play with Lion. We were under the blankets and I know that doesn’t usually work for him, but I use it to gauge his horniness. If he shows any interest I know I should keep going. He didn’t show much interest and then told me I know that position doesn’t work for him. Okay then.

Tonight, I have to pick up some prescriptions for Lion. I was going to do it yesterday, but the power failure screwed up the whole day. If Lion comes with me, we’ll grab dinner. If not, I’ll grab dinner and bring it home. Maybe after that, I can get Lion’s motor running out from under the blankets. He “complained” about not getting a blow job last night. I told him he doesn’t always get blow jobs. Perhaps he will tonight.