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In: Erections, ED

Three days ago, we got two flats of raspberries and made some jam. A lot of jam. That’s good because it will last us a long time, but it was a lot of work. I wasn’t really prepared, even though I was the one who suggested getting the raspberries. I should have looked for the canning jars first rather than scrambling around just before we started the whole endeavor. Anyway, we survived. I said I didn’t want to hear anything about canning for three or four months, till we do blueberry jam. Lion reminded me that blueberries are ready in August, which is only a month away. Ugh.

Yesterday, I started to put up a shade sail on the back deck. It did not go as planned. Lion suggested some changes. Today, I am implementing those changes. I’m inside to get some tools and a drink, and then back to work. When I’m done, I hope the deck is more usable.

We’re having brats again tonight. We don’t normally do anything special for the 4th of July. We watch the fireworks from New York City. The Seattle show pales in comparison. New York’s show sets off a huge amount of fireworks. It feels like Seattle sets off less than 100. I guess if you’ve never seen a huge show, Seattle’s looks spectacular.

Lion has been trying to have his own fireworks spectacular without much luck. The boner juice seems to be doing its job, but he can’t have an orgasm. One time he said I was being too rough sucking him. The next time I tried not to suck as hard. He still couldn’t come. This last time, I barely sucked. I figured the motion would do the trick. All three times, I swear I tasted pre-cum. I thought I had him. He thought so too, but it just stopped. At this point, I don’t even care about the cream filling so much. I just want Lion to have an orgasm.

Wouldn’t it be terrible if the boner juice finally got him hard only to impede his orgasm? That wouldn’t be fair at all.

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In: Sex

This is insane! Here I am, a male chastity sex blogger who can’t come. No, it isn’t because Mrs. Lion isn’t letting me. She wants me to have an orgasm. She tries hard to give me one. Nothing works.

First, it was my inability to get hard. We fixed that with Trimix injections. I produce good erections every time I inject the Trimix. Mrs. Lion has tried oral, manual, and the ever-reliable Magic Wand. Nothing works. I feel myself getting aroused, and before getting to the edge, the excitement stops. It just stops. It’s been almost 50 days without any luck.

I remember that this happened to me a few times in the distant past. The first time(s) happened when I smoked marijuana.  I would get very horny and try to have sex. No matter what I did, I couldn’t ejaculate. That’s the main reason I stopped smoking pot. The second time that happened was when I was prescribed antidepressants. I had gone through a very painful divorce, and was prescribed Paxil. I had a number of side effects, one of which was loss of libido.

Both situations were resolved as soon as I stopped the drugs. This time it’s different. I’m not taking any new medications. There is no physical reason why I should have either the ED or the inability to come. But I do. This is new. Mrs. Lion tried clothespins on my balls as foreplay. That didn’t work. I’m not sure where to go next.

Here I am, a sex blogger with no sex. This just isn’t right! Mrs. Lion is willing to keep trying. I still have a supply of Trimix. I’m glad my lioness is willing to keep trying. I suppose I am too. We’ll keep you posted.

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In: Nudity
OK, here’s mine.

My Twitter feed has a bunch of women in the UK that I follow. They often post pictures of themselves. Their nudes feature their bare breasts and bottoms. They almost never show their vaginas. I don’t think this is because they are honoring a belief that Twitter will ban them if they show their genitals. I think it has more to do with how they see themselves.

These same women repost pictures of other women’s breasts and bottoms. They like to add comments like “Sexy” to the repost. It seems that they might not like how their bare vaginas look or, perhaps, don’t think images of them are sexy. These same women often comment that they don’t like strange men sending them pictures of their erections. I can’t blame them for that. Eeew!

The consistency of this practice got me thinking about the way women appear to have a different view of sex. Penises and vaginas are the engines of sex. Breasts and bottoms are visual allures but not naked reminders of what the allure can lead to. I’ve read comments from many women, including Mrs. Lion, that say they like seeing pictures of the hard cocks of men they know. They dislike gratuitous dick pics from strangers.

I like seeing images of naked women that show their genitals. I don’t care if the pussy belongs to a friend or a stranger. Well, that’s not entirely true. I am far more affected by seeing a friend’s naughty bits. Still, I’m always happy to see a stranger too. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know that I don’t mind showing you my penis.

I never expect a picture of my naughty bits to be an invitation for viewers to have sex with me. I just think it’s fun to share. Plus, it feels sexy and vulnerable to put myself out there. Maybe women think that sending out images of their VJs are invitations to visit in real life. Probably not. I suspect the real issue is that a lot of women don’t like how they look down there. That’s why they are happy to show their erect nipples but not that swollen vulva. Too bad. As a heterosexual male, I can say that I like all of a woman’s body. I love seeing a woman’s arousal. A good self-image includes appreciating every part of the beautiful whole.

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In: Spanking, Domestic discipline

In my last post, I discussed the connection between domestic discipline and sex. The usual suspects didn’t shout at me. I suppose they’ve given up on me and our blog. I didn’t talk about how useful this sexual connection can be. No, I’m not discussing using sex to attract him to his punishment. This has nothing to do with that.

I want to talk about how domestic discipline is viewed by the women who spank us. The fantasies portray disciplinary wives as women who are seriously committed to using spanking to punish their husbands. This is how most men want to think about how their wives view domestic discipline. I think that this is a serious mistake. It may be why so many men fail to convince their wives to spank them.

Let’s look at things from her point of view. First, I’m pretty sure most wives don’t seriously believe that spanking their husbands will solve any serious problems with them. Mrs. Lion thinks it’s kind of funny that I want her to spank me. She punishes me because I asked her to do it. She knows that my interest is serious. She also knows that I take her authority and ability to punish me seriously. I think she finds that amusing too. I’m willing to bet that she isn’t alone.

If you want your mate to spank you, it may be helpful if you consider things from her point of view. She is your partner because she loves you and wants to have you as her partner. It’s very unlikely that she expected to be your disciplinarian. She almost certainly expects you to be her partner. Right?

Now, consider how she would feel if you tell her about your disciplinary fantasies. She will take you seriously and probably decide that you have a screw loose. Most likely, she will decline to participate as your disciplinary wife. It wasn’t what she signed up for. I was lucky. Mrs. Lion has always been willing to try most anything I suggest. I’m also lucky that I generally maintain a fairly level view of my world. I understood that my lioness wouldn’t seriously believe that I needed her to discipline me with a paddle.

Her first question was, “What do you want me to punish you for?” It made sense. The subtext was that she was happy with me as her husband. She didn’t have any idea why I suddenly wanted her to spank me. My answer wasn’t very eloquent.  I told her that I thought she could spank me if I did things that upset her. She wasn’t buying that. Almost as soon as I said it, I knew that wasn’t a very good plan.

Mrs. Lion saved the day. She suggested that I needed rules that she could enforce. Of course! The idea was to find things that I do that need correcting. Not big things, little things that I was likely to do frequently. The idea was that Mrs. Lion could learn to watch me and catch missteps. Each time I broke a rule, I got spanked. The idea was that I would be spanked fairly often. We would both get practice.

I suspact that Mrs. Lion thought I would get tired of the frequent paddlings and asked her to stop. I didn’t. I was spanked every time I spilled food on my shirt. I did that a lot. I was spanked if I started eating before her. I did that often as well. Mrs. Lion didn’t like spanking me, but she found it amusing to catch me breaking the rules.

Over time, this pattern became automatic. Mrs. Lion no longer minded spanking me. She still didn’t enjoy it, but she didn’t dislike it either. She was fine bruising my bottom. It was one of her jobs as my wife. I think that the lesson in this is that she was never under any pressure to do more than catch me and then punish me. None of the emoional stuff in the stories applied. She never scolds me. Our arrangement is simple. If I break a rule, I get ten minutes of paddling. Case closed.

I think that the simplicity of this arrangement is a good way to get started. You aren’t putting your wife in the position of being a disciplining mommy. She’s your partner and is spanking you because you asked her to do it. She may think you’re crazy, but she is fairly likely to give it a shot.

After all the years that Mrs. Lion has been my disciplinary wife, I don’t think she takes spanking me very seriously. We’ve both learned that spanking works. I almost never spill food on my shirt. I rarely forget a chore. When I do, I ride the spanking bench for ten very unpleasant minutes. Easy Peasy.