I resolved my dispute with DirecTV. My Final Demand Letter forced their legal department to offer a settlement to return the money left in my account. It isn’t all that much, just about $200, but DirecTV kept promising to return it for almost a year without ever sending me a check. Now I have lawyers involved, and I’m very sure that I will get my money eventually.

The moral of that story is to read the customer contract on how to resolve disputes. DirecTV’s agreement is very detailed in terms of what to do to act against them. They, and most other companies, leave out the key requirement: the Final Demand Letter. This simple document starts a thirty-day clock that no company can afford to ignore. You can find simple instructions on how to write one here. Be sure to include a line that says, “Nothing in this letter may be used as evidence in any proceeding.” or something to that effect. I understand that this can be important later. You will see a line like this in every letter the other side’s attorneys send you.

It’s interesting to me that this step is omitted in the DirecTV dispute documentation. I had to dig to discover that this is the key first step to getting satisfaction. If you hire an attorney, this is his very first step. Obviously, for $200, I couldn’t afford to hire one. It turns out that do-it-yourself collections aren’t all that hard.

Big companies often try to avoid returning deposits and overpayments to customers. A chief weapon is to hire offshore customer service representatives with limited English language skills. They just key in what you want and read the screen back to you. They have no power actually to help. ATT, DirecTV’s parent company, is famous for this strategy. They hire $2.50/hour customer service reps in India and other third-world nations to deal with their customers. My first step is to ask to be connected with a North American rep. Honest companies will have provided a way for their offshore reps to do this. ATT/DirecTV doesn’t provide this service.

Another thing I learned is how to find out where to send that final demand letter. It turns out that any corporation that doesn’t have its home office in your state, has to file an address with your state’s attorney general. This address is where any legal papers are to be sent. You can call your state’s attorney general’s office to get the address you need. Some states offer online lookups. My state does. I just copied the address supplied and sent my Final Demand Letter via Certified Mail, Return Receipt Requested. That costs about $10. (I added that cost to my demand letter’s total due to me. You can add any reasonable expenses, including lost time at work, to your demand.)

I’m not a lawyer. Everything I know about this came from my online research. It worked for me. I’m not saying that you will get the same results, but I know that a Final Demand Letter gets the attention of US-based, English-speaking lawyers who want to make you disappear. The best way for them to do that is to offer a settlement.

I swatted Lion’s butt hard last night. As I was setting up the spanking bench, I noticed he’d left the shower door open. That’s an old rule. Why would he forget that? His excuse was that a lot of noise was coming from the bedroom. The dog and I were “fighting” over a toy. Too bad. Not my problem.

His buns were red and bleeding a little. I hadn’t even used a wooden paddle when they started. I guess a rubber paddle is just as lethal. I made sure to use the silicon slapper on his crack. In his crack, more accurately. He was begging for the end by the time the timer went off. Of course, I didn’t stop. I didn’t spank much more, but he shouldn’t get used to being saved by the bell.

A few hours later, he asked if he could ask me a question: Why had I only set the timer for five minutes? Oops! He was right. Punishment spankings last for ten minutes. I’d only done five. I think it was force of habit. His eye drops get a five-minute timer. I didn’t even realize I’d done it. His butt certainly would have been on fire if I went the full time.

How can I avoid cheating him out of that additional time in the future? Well, that’s easy. He should correct me. I certainly don’t want to do a half-assed job on his ass. I’m not sure when he realized the timer was wrong, but he should tell me if he’s still riding the spanking bench. Anything after that point is my tough luck.

See? I can still come up with new rules.

We are still waiting for our vanity license plates. The state wrote (in 2020) that the digital plate-making machine broke down. Apparently, it’s still broken. The state sent the registration, stickers, and a temp (paper) plate in April. There’s no sign of the actual custom plate yet. The paper plate expired last week and we went to the Department of Licensing to get a new temporary plate. The old one just had to be taped inside the car’s back window. The new one is printed on plastic and has to be put where the regular plates go. That’s not easy to do because the temps are paper-thin. I ordered double-faced tape to try to mount the new temps.

The lady at the DOL said that one customer has been waiting since July 2022 for his plates. The temporary license plates expire every 60 days. Hoo boy! I’m not going to say what our new plates say. We do need to protect our privacy. Let me just say that they are a fairly obvious reference to our domestic discipline relationship. Mrs. Lion came up with the idea.

We are still losing weight. I’m within fifteen pounds of my goal. Mrs. Lion has a bit further to go. I’m not sure how we will handle food when I’m done losing, and she is still dieting. The biggest reason we are so successful so far is that we are both on the same diet. If I start eating more Calories a day, I think she will, too. That would be terrible. She is doing so well, about 50 lbs so far.

I’m still amazed that I had an orgasm after only six days. As Mrs. Lion said last night, “That’s right inside the range you should be in.” I pointed out that she decided what that range should be (7-14 days). She feels that an orgasm every week or two is enough for me. She’s enforced that timing for ten years now.

That’s one of the main things about male chastity. The keyholder decides the appropriate number of orgasms her man should have. Mrs. Lion seems to favor about ten days as the optimum interval. She doesn’t stick to it religiously, but that seems to be her average. It’s rare when I get to come in less than a week, but occasionally, she gets me off in as few as five days. Most of the time, it’s at least ten.

Even though she says she doesn’t keep track, she’s been remarkably consistent. The key takeaway isn’t that I’m trained to wait as long as she wants. It’s that she pays attention to the frequency of my ejaculations and controls them. This is a radical change in behavior for her. It’s as radical as my change to let her.

Sexual control is an excellent expression of domination. It’s invisible to the outside world, yet represents a profound surrender on the part of the male. We males are used to orgasms on demand. I felt free to jerk off at any time I was horny. Mrs. Lion was generally happy to get me off if I asked. When we started male chastity, we both treated it as a game that used my need to get off as a fun way to keep things interesting.

Over time, controlling when I get to ejaculate became a normal part of our marriage. I know that Mrs. Lion didn’t do any conscious planning when she decided how often I should ejaculate. It just evolved over time. Once she became aware that she had developed a rhythm, she wrote that she was enforcing the seven-to-fourteen-day orgasm interval for me. I wasn’t consulted, just informed.

Mrs. Lion doesn’t read about male chastity or domestic discipline. I do. Over the years, I’ve read pieces by women who control their partner’s orgasms. Almost every single one writes that ten days is frequent enough for any man. They also point out that a longer wait isn’t going to hurt him.

These women appeared to be real practitioners of enforced male chastity. They independently came up with the same minimum interval. Mrs. Lion also came up with it too. Why that particular interval? Is there something about men in general that signals a ten-day wait is ideal? I would have expected that the women would be all over the map, with waits ranging from a couple of days to many weeks. The male partners always seemed to want unrealistically long waits. The women settled on an average of ten days. I don’t get it.

When I look back over the last seven years–that’s as long as I’ve been keeping records–the average wait is ten days. It’s the magic number.