We missed a day. I had an eye doctor appointment, and we didn’t have much to report. Mrs. Lion wrote her Saturday post and then went outside to work on the lawnmower. We’re back to normal summer weather here. It’s 65o F. That’s more like it. I’ve cut back on antihistamines, and my sex temperature is up. I have a little sore on my penis from Mrs. Lion’s handjob the other day. Sometimes she gets carried away. Maybe that’s not the right word. Perhaps she wants to get it done sooner, so she grabs harder and moves faster.

I had a very good time. I think that our massage table gives her better access. I like the change of venue. I wonder if Mrs. Lion gets her waxing stool out of storage if oral sex might be easier with me on the table. If I move down and let my legs hang over the end, she can sit on her stool between my legs. Just a thought.

It looks like inflation may be reversing a little. Silly things, like tuna salad from Safeway, went from $4 to $8. We can’t afford it now. Our KFC dinner was almost $10 more than the last time we had it. Our favorite pizzas jumped $7. Coffee from our favorite roaster in New York, Porto Rico Coffee (still the best place for great beans at good prices), jumped by $3 a pound. We don’t drive much, so gas prices don’t affect us. Basics, like coffee and food, are big problems for us. We’re eating more pasta.

I’m sure that you’re feeling the pinch too. So far, the cost of maintaining our online presence hasn’t changed. It’s disappointing that my tuna salad lunch and Neopolitan pizza dinners are out of reach. We have a lot of food in our freezer. Maybe when Mrs. Lion goes on a safari there, she’ll find some forgotten goodies; I’m glad I like spaghetti. [Mrs. Lion — Lion forgets that I bought him some cans of tuna so he can still have his tuna salad lunch.]

Mrs. Lion has had to do a lot of extra work around the house since my vision and balance suffered. She’s been incredible, picking up my share of the load and being loving to me. Apparently, some interpret our different points of view as a sign that we don’t get along. I can’t believe our love for one another doesn’t shine through our posts.

Every day, usually many times a day, we tell each other how much we are in love. Since Mrs. Lion works from home, we are together 24/7 and love it. She is the love of my life. In the 19 years, we have been together, I have been happy and grateful we found one another. Only death will make us part.

One feature of our blog is that we dissect parts of our relationship in an effort to communicate to you and each other how we feel about things we are doing. We are approaching our 6,000th post. We’ve reported on our sexual activities almost every day since February 2014. You won’t find any serious issues in any of them.

It takes deep trust and love to sustain a disciplinary relationship. It only works if both partners feel a sense of fairness and love. Mrs. Lion’s spankings hurt a lot. I never feel they are unjust. She knows that no matter how much my bottom hurts, my love is unshaken. In fact, I love her more because I know she is doing it because I want and need it. Make sense?

A couple with a stressful relationship can’t do male chastity and domestic discipline. Stress inside a relationship involves distrust and a belief on some level that actions are being taken without concern for the relationship. Sure, I do selfish things sometimes. Most of the time, I get spanked when I do. Mrs. Lion doesn’t do selfish things very often. Actually, neither do I. When she does, she apologizes.

It takes a lot of love to maintain a 24/7 power exchange. It also requires complete trust in one another. I’m very happy that we have both.

The one constant in life is change. Reading personal/sexual blogs illustrates this point. Some bloggers start out talking about their real-life activities; chastity devices, spanking, etc. Over time, things change. Some blogs go from journaling to sexual fiction. Others chronicle 180-degree changes: bottom to top, top to bottom, straight to bi, etc. The most important change is rarely documented: more to less.

Entropy applies to sex as it does to everything else in the universe. As we age, our appetites change, and heat cools. The problem is that our minds don’t cool at the same rate as our bodies. This is what makes old men chase young women. In their minds, the seniors are still twenty or thirty years old. The shape of a desirable woman doesn’t age in our male minds.

I’m writing from my male perspective. Women seem to be realists. They understand where they are in the spectrum of desirability. They may not like it, but they know. We men are much less likely to see ourselves realistically. Maybe that’s why Mrs. Lion, like many wives, describes me as her oldest kid.

Retaining perpetual youth, at least mentally, is a good thing in most ways. My sense of wonder hasn’t dimmed. I still love to discover and try new things. I’m always disappointed when I discover that my body doesn’t do what I want. I don’t seem to have a sense of my place on the timeline of my life. I’m sure death will surprise me one day.

Very often, good things have bad sides. For example, the genes that protect against Malaria also cause sickle cell anemia. Natural selection favors disease resistance. If the mutation also causes a deadly disease in a small percentage of the people with the protection, nature counts the mutation as a winner.

I’m not claiming that age blindness is a genetic mutation; it could be. While it has a lot of benefits to people who have it, there are also downsides. Optimism is one benefit. Another is the energy to keep learning and evolving. A big downside is the inability to adjust expectations to match the realities of getting older. Guys with this issue try to date twenty-year-olds when they are 75.

The good news for me is that I optimistically embark on new ventures. I’ve had several different careers in my life that ranged from show business to program management. Currently, I’m trying to become a novelist. Since I haven’t had an English course since high school, I may be delusional to imagine that I have the skill to write something people will want to read.

I know that I can write hot porn. That is hardly a test of writing skills. I want to make a reader see a movie in their (hate using the plural to avoid gender assignment) mind, identify with the protagonist, feel real emotion. That’s hard to do. Getting men hard and women wet with sexual description is easy.

Maybe it’s arrogance for me to believe I can succeed in something just because I decide to do it. It’s the way I’m wired. It’s the only way I can function. So far, over 20 agents disagree that I can be a successful author. Oh well. Someone will give me a chance. Right?

When it comes to sex, my disposition can make things hard on poor Mrs. Lion. Even if it takes me a couple of days to recharge between orgasms, I’m still a young stud in my head. I still want sex even when I can’t perform. It would be much easier on my lioness if I didn’t have the genetic disposition to believe I could do anything I set my mind to. We all have to balance the good and bad when considering our choices.

She picked me. I hope she realized who I am when she did. I worry that the good I offer her outweighs the trouble to keep me. It takes time and energy for lion maintenance. My lioness is good-natured. She’s learned to be an effective disciplinarian. That’s not her nature. It’s something needed to make me happy. All the one-way sex is another cost of maintaining me. I’m grateful she is so willing to do it for me.

It’s not a free ride for me. I may be young inside, but I’m not selfish. It’s painful to consider that I can’t give back what she gives me. I worry that sooner or later, she will realize how little she gets in return for all that work. I’m smart enough to understand that love is much more than weighing transactions. Even if I can’t see it, something must make being with me worthwhile. At least, I hope there is.

One of the main turn-ons for a bottom is to feel possessed by the top. In BDSM, it’s obvious to see signs of possession. The bottom may wear a collar or a male chastity device. The keyholder is the owner of the property, safely locked away. There is a difference between possession and control. Mrs. Lion controls my sexual pleasure. She decides what stimulation I will receive and when I get to ejaculate. She is in charge of my behavior and punishes me when she feels I need correction. Isn’t this possession?

She may think it is. I’m not convinced. I can be arrested and punished for breaking the law. Does that mean the government owns me? It doesn’t, of course. I’m subject to laws, and the government exercises authority over me by defining prohibited behavior. Possession isn’t the same. I think this is why so many bottoms want more than rules.

Male chastity and domestic discipline are lifestyle activities that can be practiced as BDSM scenes. People like us, who do it 24/7, don’t see it as BDSM. Mrs. Lion’s authority is constant. That means it is part of my life, not something special that happens once in a while. We get satisfaction and value out of our sexual and disciplinary framework.

One reason wearing a male chastity device is important to many men is that it provides a constant reminder of their submission to their keyholders. The women rarely consider locking their partners in a device as a sign of possession. For most, it’s part of a sexual game their husbands enjoy. Many of the men get a much more profound sense of belonging from wearing one.

Note that besides spanking him, she uses her finger in his anus. A sure sign of possession.

I’m not claiming that I don’t feel Mrs. Lion’s ownership. Every time she has me on the spanking bench, it’s obvious I belong to her. When she penetrates me anally, I feel possessed. The other day I published a picture with a post that shows a woman about to spank a man. The image is on the right. Notice that one finger is between his cheeks—that small move signals ownership. Certainly, the spanking to follow reflects her authority, but the finger on or in his anus is an act of possession.

We are all different. Mrs. Lion and I like belonging to one another. We haven’t discussed symbols of possession. I consider my wedding ring a strong symbol of my lifetime connection to her. I liked wearing a chastity device because it was a very obvious expression of her ownership. I wore a locking cock ring (right) that wasn’t as restrictive as the male chastity device but still sent me the message of possession. Do I miss wearing it? I guess I do.

Even though I can get hard wearing it, the locking cock ring is a powerful symbol of possession.

Originally, it was for sexual control and training. It became a kind of wedding ring that meant ownership in addition to connection. After the arousal of having something locked on my penis wore off, I came to realize that it also showed my submission to my lioness. I also feel possessed when she reaches behind me and puts a finger on or in my anus. There is a big connection between intimacy and possession.

Maybe assertion of possession is a big reason for “just because” spankings. They send both of us the unmistakable message of who I belong to. I wonder if the sight of my penis locked in a cock ring or chastity device sends a message to Mrs. Lion. I’m pretty sure a spanking does. It doesn’t have to be obvious. It could be a little smile prompted by that device on my pleasure center that only she can unlock. It has nothing to do with my ability to get off. It’s simply a mark of possession. The same is true of my red bottom after she spanks me. I’m hers and only hers.