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In: Communication, Lion's Journal

I’m far from the first guy to point out the ironies in male chastity. We find it sexually arousing to wear a device that prevents sexual arousal. I wear a device locked on my penis that prevents me from achieving an erection, much less ejaculate. Yet, I’m turned on by doing this.

This isn’t a sexual game. I don’t have access to the key that will release me. I can’t decide I’ve had enough of this perverse foreplay and get myself off. I’m stuck until Mrs. Lion decides she wants access. Most of the time, being unlocked doesn’t mean I will be sexually satisfied. It’s far more likely I will be teased until I am just ready to come and then stopped. Mrs. Lion is a genius at masturbating me until I know I will ejaculate and then, at the last second, remove her hand. She does this over and over. When she’s done, she locks my penis back into its cage.

This seems like an insane hobby. Objectively speaking, it is. Of course, men who do this may have legitimate reasons from putting themselves into this position. Some believe they can’t be trusted with an unlocked cock. Perhaps past infidelities or “excessive” masturbation make them believe wearing a chastity device is appropriate for them. Some may not want to ejaculate. Others, may have trouble with arousal and orgasm. A locked penis let’s them avoid their individual issue.

Others, like me, have no issue with masturbation or cheating. Before enforced chastity, I jerked off a couple of times a week. It replaces sex that Mrs. Lion and I weren’t having. I missed interactive sex. By wearing a male chastity device I reasoned that Mrs. Lion would be more involved with my penis. Maybe she would have sex with me when she decided I needed relief. She would own and control my sex life. That idea really got me hot.

Now, nearly five years later, that idea still gets my motor running. I missed the feeling over the months Mrs. Lion let me be wild. Even though as a wild lion, she still controlled any sexual activity, it just wasn’t the same.

I’m turned on by being ‘forced”. Knowing that locked cage around my cock prevents me from any sort of arousal, is exciting to me. Being edged and put back dripping is exciting too. Having to obey Mrs. Lion or be painfully punished if I don’t, is also satisfying to me.

It’s not that i want to submit. I want to be made to submit and obey. Being forced to wear a diaper or panties is hot too. And, of course, being locked in a chastity device is the ultimate form of being “forced”.

That’s what’s behind my kink. This perverse excitement at being controlled is what makes me want to be locked in a chastity device. It wouldn’t work if I locked myself up. It only works if I have my lioness in firm control.

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In: Communication, Female led relationship with discipline, Mrs Lion Comments

Why don’t I feel like I’m in charge sometimes? Consider this morning. The dog woke me up from a sound sleep at 7-something. Of course I’m the one she wakes up. I’m the one who wakes up. I manage to get back to sleep only to be woken up an hour or so later. This time Lion is awake too. It appears we’re both awake for good. The dog won’t go out. I go crawl in bed again and ask Lion if he’s hungry. He says no and asks if I am. When I say no he says he’ll make the French toast in a little bit when we’re hungry. I specifically asked if Lion was hungry rather than asking if he was making the French toast or if I was because of our issue with pancakes for dinner. He said I didn’t want to make the pancakes because I asked which one of us should make it. I was perfectly happy to make the pancakes then and I would have made the French toast this morning.

Lion rolled back over, I assume, to go back to sleep. I’m awake. I decide to go downstairs to check email and maybe start my post. A few minutes later Lion is up making breakfast. Okay. Maybe I was wrong. He wasn’t going back to sleep. Then he’s snarkily asking if I’m coming upstairs to breakfast or if I’m staying downstairs all day. I was downstairs maybe a half hour.

When I tell him I thought he was going back to sleep he says he was but apparently it was time to get up. I often go downstairs while he sleeps. It’s never signaled anything before. He said he assumed I was going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Why would I have made breakfast if he was going back to sleep? Because apparently it was time to get up. I feel like we’re Abbott and Costello.

[Lion — That’s not exactly the way I remember it. When I noticed Mrs. Lion had gone downstairs and our dog had decided  I needed to be awake too, I got up and made breakfast. I wasn’t being snarky. I had said that I was cooking french toast today.]

For some reason we’ve been passive-aggressive toward each other lately. I feel like I need to walk on eggshells so I don’t incite anything. I’m not sure what’s going on. I’m not trying to aggravate him. I do snark back when I’m feeling particularly attacked. I suppose in a female led marriage with domestic discipline I should just grab a paddle and start swinging but I’m not inclined to do that if there’s something going on other than toddler behavior. If the butt-whomping a little over a week ago really had an effect, shouldn’t this type of behavior have stopped? Am I doing something that elicits his behavior? Obviously we can’t talk in the midst of our Abbott and Costello routine. We’ll have to find another time to talk.

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In: Body Hair Removal, Communication, Orgasm

We started off the morning with a blueberry walnut pancake and bacon breakfast. Then we watched our football team with the horrible record actually win the last regular season game. That’s huge! And it made us both very happy.

Today we have a few small errands to run and then we’re home for manscaping. It needs to be done. Lion is very furry in places he still gets furry and bald in places he never gets furry. He looks mangy. Luckily it can all be fixed in about an hour if you calculate in numbing time.

Last night I unlocked Lion and he said he didn’t think he was very horny. He had been earlier but he didn’t think he was just then. I said we could snuggle and watch TV. Later on he said he really had been horny. I hadn’t tried because I never want him to think I’m pressuring him into being horny when he isn’t. But how do I know if he changes his mind if he doesn’t tell me? For all our talk of improved communication we still fall into old habits.

My plan for today, assuming the errand run stays short and I can do manscaping, is that Lion will be well on his way to being un-numb by the time I want to play with him. It’s no fun to wrap him in Velcro or go for the record clothespin count if he can’t feel it. It’s also no fun to try to arouse a numb weenie. It just doesn’t work. By getting the manscaping out of the way early enough we can move on to the main event later on.

Of course, tomorrow is New Year’s day. What does that mean? A holiday orgasm for Lion! Before said orgasm I want to give him a holiday pegging in the sling. That will set him up nicely for an oral orgasm. See? I’m already planning on starting out the new year with a winning percentage of oral orgasms. Go me! If I never give him another orgasm all year, oral will win. (Do you seriously think I’m not going to give him another orgasm all year?)

Have a safe and happy New Year’s eve celebration!

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In: Communication, Orgasm denial
I’ll have to cancel this billboard.

Lion said he was horny yesterday. When we finally got to snuggling I couldn’t get him excited. He asked if we could try again later. I’ve taken this to be code for “not tonight dear”. Sometimes he feels he’s let me down when he’s not in the mood. It never bothers me. I think I’ve let him down.

We got some dessert, watched TV and Lion asked if I wanted to snuggle. I didn’t try to arouse him again. I figured if he wasn’t in the mood I didn’t want to make him feel like he had to be in the mood. Eventually I moved and Lion said something about getting my bag of tricks. OK. So maybe he was in the mood. I clothespinned his balls and Mr. Weenie sprang to attention. Weird. Maybe he just needed more than some stroking to get him going. Nope. He said he’d taken a pill.

Hmmm…. I don’t mind that he takes boner pills when he needs them. I don’t think it says anything about my ability to turn him on. My issue with boner pills is that I need to know when they’re in play. As far as I was concerned, trying later was not an ironclad request. I thought, especially since it was getting late, playtime was over. Sometimes we don’t communicate very well. Lion said he doesn’t like that he has to take boner pills and doesn’t want to advertise it. OK. I’ll cancel the billboard I had planned. But he should still share the information with me.

Round two of our play time ended with a very frustrated Lion. I got him oh-so-close several times. At least twice we both thought it was too far. Lion was almost sweating. He asked when he’d last had an orgasm and was surprised to find it had only been three days. The earliest he can come in the four-to-fourteen day wait scheme is today. And that’s not going to happen. Poor Lion.