Blogging (Page 12)

I picked up a thoroughly jet-lagged lioness last night. She was tired from all the flying, driving, and visiting over the past 8 days. When we got home, the first thing she did (after getting undressed) was to cut the seal off of my chastity device and free her weenie. It feels good to be wild again. We had a snack and snuggled for a long time. Mrs. Lion’s hands didn’t get near enough to her weenie to make me hard. I knew in advance that there would be no sexual activity. She was exhausted and just happy to be in her own bed. I slept better than I have in days. Being with my lioness is the only way I rest comfortably. I know that sounds mushy, but it’s true. It isn’t that we sleep touching one another; we don’t. But I am always aware that she is next to me.

Now that she is back and more rested, things will get back to normal here. Perhaps Mrs. Lion will reinstate her box O’Fun. So far, I’m wild. It’s not clear how long I will remain cage free. Regardless, the sexual rules remain firmly in place. She’s still tired and hasn’t slept as well as I. Wisely, she’s decided not to speculate here or in conversation with me. Now that she’s back, she has some decisions to make.

As she’s written, Mrs. Lion is debating when I should be locked in a chastity device. It’s not an obvious decision. We both feel there are pro’s and con’s. It’s her decision when she chooses to make it. Another consideration is how she wants to do BDSM play. We started using the Box O’Fun and suspended it for a while. Do we resume? Is painful play a spur-of-the-moment activity, or is it scheduled?

She has also talked about how often I get to ejaculate. Should she continue deciding while she is playing with her weenie? Or, should she establish a minimum wait time and let me know what it is? This ties in with chastity device wearing. At least it does in my mind.

Today, Mrs. Lion is more rested and she can put her mind to work on these questions. The problem, in my view, is that there is no “right” direction. We’ve had a lot of time to experiment. She knows that I’m not going to masturbate or find another lioness to fuck. She knows I do best when we do BDSM play. Reasons to move in any particular direction are subtle if they exist at all.

I’ve thought about it, of course. I don’t have any solid suggestions. I wore a cage for the last nine days. It’s something I know how to manage. I spent years locked up full time. It’s easier to remain wild; easier for both of us. She has nothing to lock and unlock. I can pee without worry. That doesn’t seem to be a reason to leave me wild.

I guess we’ll find out my fate when Mrs. Lion decides to tell us.

The last week has been very difficult for me. My allergies went completely out of control. I haven’t experienced this level of allergies in memory. My libido suffered too. I did ask Mrs. Lion to try edging me three nights ago. Mostly, I was interested in seeing if I was even minimally sexually functional. I was. At least I could be brought to orgasm with the Magic Wand.

Question answered.

It feels good to be horny again. I wrote the review of the Holy Trainer Nano while in the midst of my allergy attack. There was no chance modeling for the photography was going to be arousing. It felt like I was photographing someone else’s penis; No, not quite like that. I like seeing mine. I’m not particularly interested in others.

My point is that there was a feeling of detachment. Nothing like a stuffy nose to disconnect my penis from my consciousness. While in that disconnected state, I thought about how public my genitals have become. Few, if any, readers of this blog haven’t seen it. Each and every time I ejaculated is recorded forever in these posts. Not only that, for the last five years my sexual arousal and reactions have been recorded by Mrs. Lion. I’d venture a guess that this blog has the most words every written about a single penis.

I don’t think I’ve published many pictures of my erect penis. Any that are on the site show cock and ball torture that turned me on. Erections come to mind because a while ago I conducted a small survey on Twitter. I asked women to vote on whether seeing a man’s butt o flaccid penis is more erotic. The butts won by a handy margin. Mrs. Lion commented that I needed to add a chance to vote on hard penises as well. She prefers seeing a hard penis over a soft one or a naked butt.

Fair enough. I never considered that. To me, showing my flaccid penis is more vulnerable than showing it erect. I can’t give you a good reason why I feel that way. I haven’t published any images of my hard penis. For one thing, it’s not really appropriate on a blog that is about male chastity. For another, it feels intrusive to me to do that.

It’s not that my erection is so impressive that people will write poems about it. It’s just a normal, Western European circumcised penis. It’s average length and girth. No big deal — literally. I’ve never gotten a request to show more of my sexual anatomy. That’s not surprising. It’s hardly the point here. If I got one, I wonder if I would be embarrassed. I could feel complemented if it came from the right person. I don’t know. It’s all hypothetical.

My perspective is distorted by the fact that my penis and its sexual activities have been completely public for almost five years. It’s become another part of my life.

Interestingly, to me at least, there have never been comments on my sexuality or intimate photography. This isn’t unique in my case. I read many sexual and male chastity blogs. Sexual comments about the bloggers are almost completely absent. It seems to be an unwritten blogosphere custom. I think it’s a good thing. Comments about my penis and its pleasures would generally be out of place.

Direct feedback (Contact Us), is invariably questions about wearing a chastity device. Comments too tend to focus on the commentor rather than us or our topic. I’m not complaining. It shows that our readers are engaged in what we write. It’s cool.

While our readers view our blog one way, I see it as something much more personal. It would be strange if I didn’t. After all, you share every detail of my sex life. No fiction. Just the facts.

While  showering, I sometimes reflect on what I’ve done. The other night I was thinking about this blog. We are about 100 posts away from 3,000. That’s about two-million words. All of them, in some way, refer to my penis. It’s a lot of words about such a small thing. Every time I’ve ejaculated since January 2014 is recorded here. So is almost every erection. Talk about being exposed! That’s not all. Pictures of my genitals are liberally sprinkled here as well.

Of course, that’s not all we write about. We talk about our relationship and how we’ve integrated our power exchange into our marriage. We haven’t held back. The blog has helped us “talk” things out. We always read each other’s posts. Frequently, we react to each other’s writing. The fact that both of us post daily, keeps things real and very honest. We may change how we do things, but we are always on the same page. Our posts guarantee that.  Some readers report that reading about our adventures has helped them realized their fantasies.

Over the years more than a million people have seen/read about my penis and it’s sexual activities. I’ve grown used to having a completely public sex life. I must be crazy.

We’re different from most others who write about enforced male chastity or female led relationships with discipline. The difference is the lack of a filter on reporting what happens. Most, if not all, wait for a significant event before posting. We don’t. That’s the challenge. How do you write about the day-in-day-out happenings without being absolutely boring? I’m not sure we’ve managed to do that. Thank goodness you have the patience to follow our lives in real time.

Every day I wonder if I will come up with something to write. This is especially true on days when nothing sexual is going on. I’ve come to realize that there is always something sexual going on. Often it is in my head. If I tell you what I’m thinking about, Mrs. Lion finds out too. That frequently stimulates her to convert my thoughts into her actions. Many times I feel a bit of regret I let those thoughts leak out.

No, I don’t regret telling her she could put  me in a diaper or put ginger up my ass. Ultimately, it satisfies a kinky wish. That doesn’t mean I don’t hate what happens at the time it occurs. Obviously, I frequently do. But, when I remember what she did to me, I get aroused. I truly want that painful play. I may hate spending days in a wet diaper, but it’s very hot that she makes me wear it.

Mrs. Lion has grown in this department. It’s taken a long time for her to learn that it is a very good thing to torture me. I ultimately appreciate it and it fuels my libido. The Journal assures we give each other a lot of feedback. We learn at the same time as you.

I asked myself if I would want to keep posting if no one other than Mrs. Lion and I read the blog.  I would. Having said that, I’m very happy that you read us too.