Today is Fathers Day (yes, I know, this post publishes on Monday). I’m hoping my daughter will remember and call me. She hasn’t been very good about things like this. She was much closer to her mother. Also, I’m 3,000 miles away from her and her family. Oh well.

It’s been thirty days since my last orgasm. I tried out my new, stronger Trimix on Saturday night. I started with a .30 ml dose. Predictably, it didn’t produce a usable boner. If Mrs. Lion is up for it, I’ll try .40 ml tonight. That has a chance of working. I’m guessing that I’ll need to up it to at least .50 before I have a real chance. In case you were wondering, I am very ready to get off.

We’ve been doing a bunch of non-sexual things. Our power went out just before Mrs. Lion was going to prepare dinner on Friday night. We heard an explosion, and the lights went out. I guess a transformer blew up. The power was back two-and-a-half hours later. While the lights were out, Mrs. Lion went to a local barbecue place and brought back a yummy cheat dinner. I had St. Louis ribs, baked beans, and potato salad. Mrs. Lion had a brisket sandwich.

On Saturday, we ran a few errands. While we were out, we cheated again and brought home Jersey Mike’s subs. Each one was over a thousand Calories. We’ll make up for the extra during the week. Mrs. Lion rested and then played on her computer. I watched some TV. Then, at about five, I took a shower and did the Trimix injection. I didn’t expect much, and that’s exactly what I got. The good news was that the mushy erection didn’t hurt. The more potent Trimix is more agreeable to my penis.

Today, we have some more chores. Mrs. Lion is going to go outside with me so we can measure how much cable we will need for the new HF ham antenna. My new radio is coming on Monday, and the antenna is arriving from England on Tuesday. We have almost everything we need. The plan is to put up the antenna next Saturday. It’s a big project. The structure is a slender, thirty-foot-high fiberglass structure. We have to run wires up the sides that act as antennas for various bands. The process of erecting it requires testing and then trimming the wires to “tune” them for best operation. It will take hours. Mrs. Lion isn’t excited about this effort but has gamely agreed to do it with me.

Today, Mrs. Lion can get out some frustration with a sledgehammer. We need to drive an eight-foot-long ground stake. The new radio and antenna require their own private ground. That’s too bad because the house’s electrical ground stake is very close to where we are driving ours.

Getting and using a ham radio license is one of the very few remaining items on my bucket list. Thanks to Mrs. Lion, I’m getting it. What a wonderful wife!

Lion talks a good game, but sometimes he can’t handle a spanking. I’m not talking about the mean, 10-minute+ spankings. I mean right off the bat. I started swatting him with an oversized paddle to get him warmed up. Even that was too hard for him. I figured he was just being wimpy, but as I ramped up the swats, he really wasn’t doing well.

His “excuse” was that he’d been in pain all day. He doesn’t quite remember how he did it, but he hurt his ankle and it’s been sore for days. Is that my problem? I mean, sure I care, but from a punishment point of view, do I care? I can’t really. He’s been saying he wants to be spanked, needs to be spanked, for well over a week. I finally do it and he’s in too much pain?

It’s true, it was a just-because spanking, but when I had to go searching for his coffee mug, it became a regular spanking. I set the timer for ten minutes. He didn’t even make it five. I was trying to get him there at least. Nope. Didn’t make it.

At lunch, Lion was talking about an antenna. He’s been researching it for days. He’s been trying to figure out where to put it. I was trying to understand how much room it needs. He said he knows where he wants to put it, but I’ve used up the whole damn yard for the dog. I haven’t. When he started to get whiny, I told him I was trying to help him figure it out, but if he were going to be difficult, I’d forget the whole thing.

It sounds like he needs another round on the spanking bench. I’m not saying he’ll get it. Apparently, he needs some time for his ankle to heal. I’ll have to pencil in a spanking for a future date.

Over the last decade, we’ve come full circle. We began by exploring enforced male chastity. I spent over three years locked in a male chastity device, only released for sexual attention and cleaning. I was trained not to masturbate. The emphasis was on controlling my sexual activities. We went through a lot of changes; all were documented here in our daily posts.

I think it makes interesting reading. I started with a rather naive view of the kink. My focus was on the removal of control that the chastity device enforced. I was all about security and my inability to get myself off. I suppose a lot of guys start off that way. I was very lucky that Mrs. Lion went along and became a strict keyholder. It took me a while to figure out the real dynamic under what we were doing.

As I now know, male chastity is a practice that is initiated by a man who wants to be locked into a male chastity device. In a decade, I haven’t found any examples where a wife demanded that her husband wear one. However, all of us want to pretend that we are surrendering sexual control to our keyholders. I don’t know of any men who weren’t released if they decided that they didn’t want to play anymore.

This discovery led me to a very important discovery: Chastity devices don’t need to be inescapable. They must be comfortable to wear. Fantasies aside, we want to wear male chastity devices. Often, guys stop because they buy male chastity devices that are uncomfortable and unwearable for more than a day or two.

A corollary to this revelation is that enforced male chastity isn’t a cheap hobby. Yes, there are tons of inexpensive Chinese male chastity devices that sell for less than fifty dollars. You’d have to be very lucky to find one that you could comfortably wear for long periods of time. Bespoke devices that cost upwards of three-hundred dollars offer the best chance of safe, comfortable long-term wear. Some guys don’t want to make that investment. I would argue that the high entry cost is a good thing. You can’t learn how well enforced male chastity will work in your life until you give it a fair try. If you invest a few hundred bucks in a device, it’s a good incentive to wear it. Right?

domestic discipline wasn’t so different

A few years after we started male chastity, I asked Mrs. Lion to be my disciplinary wife. I had been doing a lot of reading about domestic discipline. I was very attracted to and turned on by the idea of my lioness making and enforcing rules. I reasoned that if she would accept the rule of disciplinary wife, she would have a stronger voice in our marriage. I worried that she might be harboring deep-seated anger at me because she let me do things that upset her. If she could learn to punish me when I did something she didn’t like, the anger would be constructively expressed. Mrs. Lion agreed to try.

You can read about that worked out in our posts. Even now, after more than five years of DD, Mrs. Lion has a lot of trouble punishing me for annoying her. She has no problem spanking me for breaking a concrete rule, like missing a chore. It’s very hard for her to transfer that consistent enforcement behavior to things like me interrupting her or acting like a know-it-all.

A very important revelation for me is that I am the source of domestic discipline in our marriage. Based on what I’ve been able to learn, it seems that most, if not all, other DD relationships have similar origins. Also, based on what I’ve read, a lot of guys who are in disciplinary relationships don’t like to admit this origin. I think I have an idea why this is true. It’s hard to admit that you want your wife to punish you. If you are so inclined, it’s a lot easier to admit you want her to spank you because spanking is erotic. It’s entirely different to admit that you want her to punish you if you misbehave.

It’s way easier to revise history to say that she punishes you because she wants you to learn. That’s a lot easier to accept than the idea that you want her to do it. Obviously, all of us who are punished by our wives want them to do it. Very few women could really force us. Also, we believe that what we do is consensual.

I admit that there is a sexual component to my interest in domestic discipline. That’s not the important part. It might have drawn me to the practice in the beginning, but it has almost nothing to do with it now. I can’t explain exactly why, but ever since we began DD, there is a different flavor to some of the ways we interact. Even though Mrs. Lion has trouble spanking me for upsetting her, she knows that she can. She also has a way to help me remember to do what I’m supposed to do around the house. We have none of those annoying squeezing-toothpaste-from-the-middle habits here.

A good example of this came up just last week. Mrs. Lion makes coffee for us every day at 10 AM. She bought me an insulated stainless steel mug for this coffee break. More often than not, I would forget to bring the mug back to the kitchen after drinking the coffee. The next morning, Mrs. Lion would have to come into my office, fetch the mug, wash it, and fill it with fresh coffee. She got tired of doing this and made a new rule. I have to bring back the mug after I finish the coffee. If I forget, she spanks me.

This may seem like a small matter. It certainly doesn’t threaten our marriage, but it annoys her when I forget. Now, if I do, she’ll spank me. The spanking assures her that I know she is unhappy with having to get the mug at coffee-break time. Based on our experience, it doesn’t take too many spankings before I get a lot better at remembering what I need to do. Sure, it’s a small thing, but small things add up. For us at least, a sore butt makes for a happy marriage.

Last night, I thought I’d put a paddle on the bed so I’d remember to spank Lion. I didn’t. Instead, I did chores and promptly forgot about it. As I got ready to write about my forgetfulness and vow to remember tonight, it occurred to me to put the paddle on the bed now. Duh! Now it’s all ready to remind me. Of course, I’ll have to dust off the spanking bench first.

I don’t know if Lion wants to try his boner juice tonight or not. I know he’s not particularly fond of the Quadmix. For some reason, it hurts. It’s not the injection itself that hurts. I assume it’s similar to the sort of dull ache you get after the flu shot. I guess your body knows something is in there that isn’t normally there and it takes time to figure out what to do about it. If I’m going to spank him, I’d suggest holding off on the boner juice another night.

I’m interested to know if he’ll get even remotely hard in anticipation of his spanking. I know that woody always disappears when the enormity of punishment descends. Since he hasn’t been able to have an erection on his own lately, I wonder if it’s caused by lack of stimulation. I don’t mean sucking him. I mean, we’ve gotten away from play and even our daily emails. I don’t blow in his ear via the Internet anymore.

If my weenie springs into action, maybe I need to do more in the get-Lion-turned-on department, regardless of whether or not he uses the boner juice. We snuggled the other night for the first time in a while. I didn’t play with him. And he did fall asleep. I know it’s not his fault when he does. We stayed that way until I got uncomfortable and had to move. We can certainly snuggle more, and I can lazily play with my weenie even if I don’t expect anything to happen. I still like touching him, after all.