Maybe I should only post when I am horny or in trouble. After all, I am a sex blogger who also practices domestic discipline. What do I have to say when I don’t want sex and I’m not getting spanked? Would the blog be more popular if I reduced my output this way?

That’s a serious question. My life isn’t all that interesting right now. A couple of years ago I learned I had cervical spinal stenosis. Disks in my neck were constricting my spine. One small “whiplash” incident could make me a quadriplegic. I was rushed into surgery to fix it.

beware of Jean-Christophe A. Leveque, MD

The surgeon refused to tell us about the recovery from this operation. Because opening up the spinal canal would allow a sudden flow of spinal fluid, my spinal cord would be shocked, much the way it feels when a clothespin is removed from a sensitive spot. It hurts more coming off than it does going on.

This sudden flow created problems for me. My balance was impaired. Right after the surgery, I could hardly move. I couldn’t even pee. I needed a catheter. I could only stand with help. It took a long time for me to learn to get around with a walker. Mrs. Lion and I had no idea this would happen.

The surgeon is a lying bastard. Despite direct questions from both of us, he covered up the seriousness of the surgery. He works at Virginia Mason Hospital in Seattle. His last name is Leveque (Go ahead and try to sue me, you fuck!) If you are referred to him, run like a thief.

Now, two years later, I’m still impaired. Walking can be difficult for me. My balance is better, but not perfect. Literally, at the same time, I developed Glaucoma. Before it was under control I lost most of my peripheral vision. I haven’t tried driving since this happened.

None of this is intended to garner your sympathy. I have no need for that. It’s just to let you know that my ability to experience the world has constricted substantially. Fortunately, most of me works quite well.

Mrs. Lion and I have adapted and our male chastity and domestic discipline have continued unabated. We share our adventures with you. Every single sexual experience since February 2014 has been faithfully reported here. A sex researcher could have a field day with our blog.

Four sexless days

Yesterday is the fourth day since my last orgasm. Even though Mrs. Lion asks me if I am “interested in anything” every day, I have politely demurred. This isn’t deprivation, just lack of interest. I’ve been following my rules and doing my chores, so no spankings either.

Even if I made a slip, I’m not sure Mrs. Lion would punish me. My mood is too dark. I rarely remember my dreams. In the last few days, I’ve had a couple that I haven’t forgotten. Both had me doing “normal” things.

In one, I was driving through the countryside on a two-lane road. My vision was perfect and I loved driving. In my dream, I was surprised that I wasn’t on a road-racing track. I loved my times on the track. The other had me walking with Mrs. Lion through the geyser fields at Yellowstone National Park. We had done that about a decade ago.

Both dreams were rated “G”. I think they underline the contrast between my life just a couple of years ago and now. No wonder I’m sad. I decided to share this because it might give you some perspective on why, after nearly 5,000 posts, I’m having second thoughts. I know my interest in sex will return. My vision won’t.

Once I’m horny again, I will probably try to push aside the sadness in favor of our tried-and-true fun. It gets harder to push aside. Maybe I shouldn’t write until I succeed.

I think the sore on my penis is finally healing. On Saturday night I asked Mrs. Lion to look for the antibiotic ointment. It felt and looked like an infection might be involved. She couldn’t find it and kindly went to the store to buy some more. I applied it as soon as she got home and repeated the application three times on Sunday. It still hurts, but not as much. It’s more than time to have some fun again.

We were watching a home shopping show and they were selling a smoker. It’s the same one we already have. One demo dish was baked beans. Hmm, smokey baked beans. Sounds nice. We thought it might be fun to make some. Since there is just the two of us, and a batch of baked beans would certainly be more than we could eat, Mrs. Lion wondered if we could can some.

Our bread and butter pickles, blueberry, and raspberry jam have been a great success. We had fun making them. We looked up how to can beans. It turns out that for safety, they need pressure canning. We own an eight-quart pressure cooker. That will be perfect for the job. Mrs. Lion went to the store and bought some dried beans. They’re soaking now and we will cook and can them tomorrow. Homemaker lions!

Am I sublimating cooking for sex? It could be. It isn’t the first time. That’s sad. For one thing, it isn’t fair to the art of cooking. Do I need to be horny before I want to create in the kitchen? Probably. That’s dangerous. If Mrs. Lion wants me to make good food, all she has to do is ignore me sexually. Nope. I don’t want that.  I’d be like the teenaged boy in an episode of Ted Danson’s sitcom, “Becker”. In it, he plays a doctor. A teenage boy comes in complaining he kept getting erections at inappropriate times. Once, he said, he was vacuuming and got one. His mother saw it and now thinks he likes housework. I don’t think Mrs. Lion will cut me off in order to motivate me to cook.

Of course, it doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about sex. I hope we can play some Spankardy this week. Even if my weenie is still out of commission, my bottom is healthy. I guess we’ll see how things go.

It seems that I am easier to arouse. Mrs. Lion noted that even though it’s been only a few days since my last orgasm, I was very responsive and she could bring me quite close to the edge. She wondered if this was due to my being back in a male chastity device or just because I am in a naturally horny phase. It’s true that my sexual interest seems to follow a cycle.

It’s not a regular thing that we could plot on a calendar. I gradually go from very horny to not too interested in sex and then back again. I tend to remain at either the top or bottom of my cycle for anywhere from one to several weeks. Naturally, I’m much happier during a horny period. Since this is a rather long cycle, it makes sense for Mrs. Lion to wonder if my current level of interest is independent of it. I suspect that the chastity device is a big factor.

For a while now I’ve believed that the real sexual power of a male chastity device isn’t in its ability to prevent unauthorized ejaculation. I think it is that it prevents erections. If Mrs. Lion leaves me wild, I will have several erections a day. One or more may just be the nonsexual sort that most men get at night or in the morning. Others are the result of thinking about or being exposed to sexually arousing material. When that happens, I can feel a tightening behind the base ring as the little bit of my penis that is internal and behind the ring swells. It is a pleasant feeling, but nothing like an erection. When Mrs. Lion unlocks me, it takes very little to get me hard. It feels great!

This has nothing to do with orgasms or even teasing. Just being allowed to get fully aroused is a big deal when I only get at most, one chance a day. A good part of the time I stay locked for two or three days making that erection even more valuable.

Erection control is much more important than orgasm control

Like most men, I tend to think about sex in terms of ejaculation. After all, that’s the goal. My erection is only the first step on the way to that ultimate pleasure. In a very real sense, anticipating ejaculation is a distraction. It masks the most significant sexual control that wearing a chastity device exerts. I doubt that our keyholders understand how significant erection control is.

Both keyholder and caged male endlessly refer to orgasm control. Delaying ejaculation is almost universally considered the entire point of wearing a male chastity device. Now that I’ve spent a lot of time both in a device and wild while under Mrs. Lion’s orgasm control, I can say that being allowed to have erections but not orgasms is much easier to manage than having erections suppressed as well. Mrs. Lion’s “experiment” supports this.

While I was wild, she would have considerably more trouble getting me hard and aroused than she has had since keeping me in a male chastity device. She has attributed the change to the fact I like bondage and I am wearing the device. That’s certainly plausible. I disagree. It’s true that I like bondage and being locked in a chastity device. However, since I have been wearing one for years, it’s unlikely that I would be so strongly affected now.

Yes, I was wild for months but I have over five years of 24/7 wearing in the past seven years. The novelty of being relocked certainly wore off quickly. What can’t ever wear off is suppressing my erections. Since I get near-daily “exercise” when Mrs. Lion gets me hard, I am constantly reminded how much I like it when my cock is at full mast.

When she can get me to the edge, I’m also reminded how much I want to ejaculate. When she doesn’t, I am reminded of how much I love getting hard. While I was wild, it wasn’t a special treat to get hard. It was wonderful when Mrs. Lion stimulated me. Now the pleasure is doubled since just the erection is a big deal. Mrs. Lion playing with my penis is the cherry on top.

My point is that I am reminded several times a day, every single day how much I miss being allowed to get hard. If Mrs. Lion wanted to use releasing me and letting me get hard as an incentive to do things for her, it would be very powerful. I imagine that this incentive is at least as strong as being reminded that eventually, ejaculation will be allowed.

If you don’t believe me, try it out. Change the incentive from orgasm to a nice hard penis. The reward is being unlocked and allowed a nice stretch and tease. Orgasm isn’t even on the table. It doesn’t have to be.

Mrs. Lion is curious about whether locking me into a male chastity device makes me more receptive to sexual stimulation when she decides to unlock me. She reasons that if my penis is unable to get hard or receive any stimulation, then it must be starved for attention and will respond accordingly. Recently, I have been getting hard almost immediately after Mrs. Lion removes the Evotion male chastity device. She’s speculated that she isn’t sure whether or not my responsiveness is related to the chastity device or just general horniness.

Her experiment aside, being locked in a male chastity device is training me in a new way. When I was first locked up in 2013, the intention was to assure that I wouldn’t jerk off. It was very effective. After about three years of full-time lockup, just taken out for teasing and occasional release, I essentially forgot how to get myself off.

Even when wild (not wearing a male chastity device), I had no temptation to take matters into my own hand. I did develop some bad habits. Since I don’t wear any clothes at home, my penis was very accessible. I got into the habit of reaching down to make sure it was still there. Happily, it always was. Sometimes, I even played with it enough to get hard. Mrs. Lion was aware of this and so long as I didn’t get close to ejaculation, she didn’t object. She wasn’t fond of me doing it, but she didn’t forbid it.

About a month ago, we decided that it would be a good idea to cage me again. More accurately, I decided that I wanted to wear my male chastity device again. A while before this most recent decision, I received my 3D-printed Evotion Orion male chastity device. Unlike any other I had worn before, including my Jail Bird, this device was perfect. It is made of medical-grade nylon and is feather-light. It is so comfortable that I am generally unaware I have it locked on until I reach down between my legs.

Instead of finding my soft, ready-for-stimulation penis, there is the black nylon device preventing any physical contact. My fingers find hard plastic instead of willing flesh. I am learning that there is no point in reaching down. I get no pleasure fondling the device. Oh well.

As time goes by, I reach down less and less. It’s true that my balls are kept front and center by the device, but I’m not tempted to do any recreational touching there. It isn’t arousing when I try. In fact, all of the areas that are generally arousing to touch, don’t work when it’s my hand doing the touching.

I have no idea why this generalized loss of autoerotic fun is happening. I suspect the root cause is the chastity device. It not only silently trains me to not even bother to try to touch my penis, but it also signals when I am able to enjoy sex. The way I see it, over the years I have learned that when I wear a male chastity device, I can’t get sexually aroused. When Mrs. Lion removes the device, it’s a green light for arousal and potentially, ejaculation.

If I am locked in the device, even if my penis tries to get hard, there is nothing I can do about it. There is no point in playing with my balls or perineum. But when unlocked, those areas are switched on. They happily contribute to my arousal. The cage has taken over my other erogenous zones. It has trained me to essentially switch off arousal when it is locked on.

It’s taken a long time for this to happen. The transition has been slow and subtle. I never expected that wearing a male chastity device would do anything more than keeping my paws off my penis. If Mrs. Lion lets me go wild, it takes a while but things return to normal. I can make myself hard and stimulating my balls and perineum feels good. Lock me back up and the good feelings are turned off.

I wonder if other long-term male chastity device wearers have received similar conditioning. Mrs. Lion never lets me play with myself when she unlocks me. I’ve been well trained to get all my sexual pleasure from her.