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Every so often, I forget to schedule my posts, and they go live as soon as I save them. That happened yesterday with my “Body Image” post. Despite being so public, I’m still uncomfortable with how people, especially women, look at me.

This isn’t a new problem. I can’t think of a time in my life when I wasn’t sure that I was ugly. I wasn’t fat. For most of my adult life, I was 170 to 180 lbs. This isn’t bad considering I’m 6-2. I was too shy to approach women. Fortunately, a fair number approached me. Still, I missed out on a lot.

I’m heavier now. I suppose age and careless eating have done me in. Still, I wish I could feel more accepted. I know that many women have similar concerns. Body image and self-esteem are close relatives. Men don’t generally talk about this. I am.

Mrs. Lion says that she likes my body. I find that very difficult to believe. She also thinks I’m smart and I’m a good writer. Maybe I’m smart, but so far, not one literary agent has shown interest in my book. I’m looking for feedback that will either end my writing career or give me enough hope to go on.

If I’m going to be completely honest, it would be nice to get validation on my body too. I don’t smile when I publish a nude picture of myself. I don’t imagine any women (or men) find my genitals good-looking. The trouble they may be in is interesting, but the actual body is meh.

Silence is as bad as “yuck.” Agents don’t want to read my book because I’m not interesting. People don’t like my naked parts, so they don’t comment here or on Twitter. No news is truly bad news. I know that people do like our posts. I’m very proud that I have a lot of readers. But when it comes to how I look, let’s face it, no news is bad news.

[Mrs. Lion — What can I do to convince him I like his body? I don’t believe him when he says he likes my body either.]

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I don’t know about other bloggers, but I rarely think about how revealing a blog can be. For example, over four million people have seen my naked body. That’s a big number. My face is the only part of me that hasn’t been published here. Every single orgasm since 2014 has been graphically documented here. Any adult can read about my sex life.

I suppose that was my goal when I started publishing. I certainly didn’t think about this in detail. I wanted to write about our adventures with male chastity. Well, duh, that had to include a lot of information about my penis—much more than I expected.

What I wanted was a chance to offer real information about male chastity. Mrs. Lion contributes every day too. She makes sure that what I write is accurate and fills in missing details. The result is a lot more than authoritative male chastity information. It’s a no-holds-barred look at my sex life.

I’ve gotten a lot out of writing here. Mrs. Lion learns how I’m feeling and what I might want or not want. I learn her reactions to what we do. The blog fine-tunes our activities. We are only two readers. There are many more. It’s not the same as just having sex in public. Our readers know what we offer and come because they are interested.

Still, I have no control over who gets to see my bare, spanked bottom or my hairless genitals. If you want to see it, you can. I can’t stop you. I’m generally aware of this on some level. When a reader reacts positively, it’s exciting and makes me want to do more. When the response is hurtful, I wonder why I did this in the first place.

I also thought about which image makes me feel most exposed. Ironically, it isn’t a closeup of my erect penis. It’s a picture I took outdoors a few years ago. I’m standing naked on our deck. All of my imperfections are clearly visible—lumpy lion. I’m not sure I ever published it. It’s me at my most vulnerable.

I thought a lot about sharing this image. It dispels any fantasies about my body. It’s unlikely you will find me sexy after you see it. I doubt you read the blog because you are attracted to me.

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In: Male Chastity, Sex

I decided to see if changing from the security screw to a padlock on my locking cock ring would make locking and unlocking easier for Mrs. Lion. The padlock required is a special size. Mature Metal sells it as an accessory. Amazon has it as well at the same price. Amazon has one-day delivery. Mature Metal, oh well, sooner or later delivery. I ordered from Amazon.

If you are wondering what’s different about this lock, it’s the size of the hasp. The hole in the locking cock ring (their chastity devices as well) is too small for almost any standard padlock. This one (buy link here) fits perfectly. Mrs. Lion wasn’t a fan. She used it because she thought I wanted her to try it. I did. I thought it would be less fiddly. She isn’t sure it is.

The security screw is more comfortable.

I like the screw better. It’s smaller with no sharp edges. Both are secure and keep the two parts of the device in firm alignment. The padlock is more secure. The screw will work loose and can be removed with a pair of pliers. If you are ordering a new Mature Metal chastity device or locking cock ring, it’s worth the extra cost to get the security screw option. That way, you have both options available to you.

I’ve been thinking about what locking something on a penis means on a deeper level. Most men like it, at least initially, because it’s hot to surrender sexual control. That’s what’s behind all those chastity stories. Few women partners see much value in locking their husband’s cocks up. They don’t want to believe that the only way to assure he will be faithful is to be under lock and key.

I think our partners may be missing a much more profound point. Locking up his penis has nothing at all to do with sexual control. It’s a commitment on the most primitive level. It’s a wedding ring he can’t take off. That’s why my locking cock ring is the same as a male chastity device. It’s something of hers that is part of me.

It isn’t that she’s claimed ownership. Well, Mrs. Lion has claimed ownership of my weenie. That isn’t the main point. It’s that she is present at my most intimate moments. Even if I jerk off (which I don’t), I’m doing it with her device reminding me that I shouldn’t. If I am to have sex, it comes off. Since no one but her can take it off, I can only get off if she wishes.

It doesn’t mean I have to wait a long time to ejaculate. It means that she is always actively involved. She is always my partner. This is both a blessing and an obligation for her. She can’t just ignore me sexually. She knows that I have to wait for her to free me before anything can happen. I am grateful that she cares enough to pay attention to me.

I’m a big fan of both chastity devices and locking cock rings. They force both partners to participate in any sexual enjoyment the male has. What a great game for a couple to enjoy!

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In: Lion's Journal

Mrs. Lion put me in a locking cock ring about a week ago. The reason for doing this was to remind her to simulate the atmosphere we had when I wore a chastity device. Yes, the cock ring does permit erections. That didn’t matter since her objective wasn’t to prevent masturbation. The idea was that she would take it off every day or two when she teased me.

A week ago, she jerked me off and then locked the ring on. It hasn’t been off since. She played with me once with the ring in place. The rest of the time, she didn’t go near me. It’s true that I was under the weather for about half of the time. I expected it to be unlocked regularly, just like we did years ago.

It isn’t that there is any particular reason to remove it. It doesn’t get in the way, and I can keep myself clean without removing it. I like wearing it. Of course, it’s more fun if it gets attention. I bought a padlock that fits the ring so that Mrs. Lion can see if that is easier than the security screw she is using now.

Maybe the cock ring wasn’t the best idea to solve this problem. The Box O’Fun worked in the past. It has the same flaw as the cock ring. Mrs. Lion can forget the Box O’Fun as easily as the cock ring. The sex issue is no different from the coffee pot problem if you think about it. It’s a chore (ugh!) that is easy to forget.

Mrs. Lion solved the coffee pot problem with her paddle. Any time I forget to set it up, she spanks me. It’s a simple, binary process. Remember, nothing happens; forget, and get a sore bottom. Even a lion understands that. That arrangement isn’t possible with Mrs. Lion. She gives spankings; I get them.

She admits forgetting sex for me. Sometimes, she has a sore foot or some other ache brought on when dealing with the dog. They are reasons to avoid sexual contact. The reality is that for months now, I’m lucky to feel her hand or mouth (much rarer) more than once a week. We haven’t solved the problem yet.

Maybe I have to accept that there isn’t a solution. Some of our readers said they are in a situation where their wives lose interest in sex and rarely help their husbands get relief. I’m lucky that Mrs. Lion enjoys getting me off when she is in the mood. It’s just that I’ve become a lower priority as time’s gone by. She doesn’t agree. The evidence indicates otherwise.

When she isn’t working or doing a household chore, she is on the bed with her iPad. This is true in the morning before work, during her lunch break, after work, and until she sleeps. It’s an addiction. On weekends, she uses her desktop computer to play games that aren’t on the iPad. She must spend eight hours a day on it.

When she wants to do something sexual, she puts down her iPad (she never does anything sexual without spending at least an hour on it) and takes care of me. Then, she goes back to it. I’m way less interesting than Facebook. I wonder if there is a 12-step program for this.

It feels like this is an escape. Life with me isn’t much fun, I guess. This isn’t a simple problem. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. She spends eight hours a day (on weekdays) working. Another two hours are dedicated to cooking and chores. She sleeps about six hours. The other eight hours are spent on her iPad. Even when we are sexually active, the numbers don’t change much. For my part, I divide my time between writing and watching TV. I like to read, but books are difficult for me to handle with my failed eyesight. I listen to audiobooks when I can. Too much of them put me to sleep.

There are two issues. The one that bothers me is the lack of sexual interaction. It’s what I started writing about. The isolating behavior is much more serious. I decided to share this issue because I want to get it out and maybe help Mrs. Lion think seriously about this addiction. The problem isn’t too little sex. It’s too much Facebook and other iPad stuff.