Our trip to the casino was fun. They comped us dinner (That’s what it takes to get us there–free food.). We lost more than dinner would have cost, but it was good to be out doing something together on a Saturday night. My limited vision makes outings challenging for me. Mrs. Lion leads me and keeps me from knocking people over.
Saturday was also notable for the very wonderful blowjob I got. I wish it had gone on longer, but I had a lot of fun. At one time, I got grumpy when she stopped before I could ejaculate. Now, I don’t expect a happy ending. I am glad to get whatever attention she chooses to give me. When she finished, she said, “You’ll be going to the casino with blue balls.” What a gal!
The fact that we both treat edging and teasing as normal activity shows how seamlessly male chastity has been woven into our marriage. That’s what makes it so difficult to find things to write about on this subject.
One topic that comes up in emails we receive is chastity device fitting. Most of us like to focus on the hardware. It’s exciting to find and wear penis hardware. It was this fascination that drew me into male chastity. I loved locating and trying different devices. Mrs. Lion was never enthusiastic about dealing with the hardware when she wanted access to my penis. She gamely went along and locked and unlocked me.
Many guys end up putting on and taking off their male chastity devices. Their partners just hold the keys. In a lot of marriages, the guy also has the keys and is expected to wait for permission to unlock. There’s nothing wrong with this. After all, we asked for male chastity and our wives agreed to participate. If you boil it down to its essence, male chastity is about male orgasm control.
Hardware or no hardware, male chastity is about never masturbating. It’s the only sexual activity available without finding another woman. Mrs. Lion’s first rule was that I couldn’t masturbate, ever. She was very serious about it. I don’t think she cared about the hardware. She expected me to obey that rule. Wearing a male chastity device 24/7 helped me learn to keep my hands off my cock. After over three years of being locked up that way, I learned well. Mrs. Lion didn’t care how I learned. She made it crystal clear that she considered jerking off almost as bad as cheating with another woman.
That was in 2013. I haven’t jerked off since the night she made the rule. That night, she told me to do it while she watched. I did, and that was the last time. Every ejaculation since then was produced by her–every single one. It’s been a while since I’ve been locked in a male chastity device. Mrs. Lion is unpredictable, and I could find myself in one again. It might be fun for a while. She’ll make sure I wear it until the fun wears off, and I realize once again that she owns my penis.
