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On January 1, 2016, I started keeping track of my orgasms. I started because Mrs. Lion and I were having trouble remembering how long I had been locked in a chastity device and waiting for my next orgasm. The spreadsheet eliminated guesswork. Long after we stopped worrying about wait times, I still dutifully recorded each ejaculation. My latest entry was recorded yesterday.

I had a delightful Sunday afternoon blow job. Mrs. Lion reported that she didn’t get as much cream filling as last time, but there was a small reward for her efforts. When I recorded the event, I happened to notice that Yesterday was my 379th orgasm since I started keeping records. That factors out to an average of 3.35 orgasms a month, or just over 40 a year.What does all this mean? Not much, really.

The most significant thing about those numbers is that they show a significant change in my sexual behavior. Before that fateful day in December 2013, when we started male chastity, I had an orgasm almost every day. I didn’t record the data, but it is fair to say that between jerking off and sex with a partner, I had between five and seven orgasms a week.

Things didn’t change immediately. As Mrs. Lion and I settled into orgasm control, the frequency of my orgasms declined. She never had a concept of how many I should get. Some women believe that an orgasm once every ten days or so is enough for a man. Of course, they have no basis for that idea. Mrs. Lion took a more organic approach. She learned to like edging me. It was fun for me, too. We settled into a routine of several days of edging, followed by a handjob to orgasm. There was no formula for how many times I needed edging before I could ejaculate. At least I don’t think there was. Over time, the edging sessions tapered off. Maybe Mrs. Lion didn’t like doing them. [Mrs. Lion — I thought we stopped because ED was making erections difficult and we hadn’t figured out how to deal with that.] Instead, we had no sex of any kind for about a week or so, then Mrs. Lion would get me off.

I’m sure Mrs. Lion didn’t plan to train me, but she did. I learned not to masturbate. I haven’t jerked off since 2013. I also learned to accept her vision of when I should get off. Male mammals are in heat all of the time. That means we (I’m a male mammal) are always ready to mate. Females of most species are only interested in sex when they are in heat. The poor males have to stay horny until a female in heat lets them get off. Primates, like us, also use sex as social glue. Our females make themselves available for sex even when not able to conceive.

The decision to have sex is shared in human relationships. When there is a big unbalance–one partner wants sex a lot more than the other–masturbation can fill in the gaps. When I was trained not to masturbate, my sex drive couldn’t control how often I got off. I had to wait for Mrs. Lion to use her hand, mouth, or, rarely, her vagina to get me off. She and she alone decided when I could get off. In a way, I’m like the four-footed mammals who have to wait until a female goes into heat.

Maybe that statistic is significant. Would I be at orgasm 379 if we didn’t choose male chastity? I’m very sure I wouldn’t. The number would almost surely be three times as many. Instead of an orgasm every seven to eleven days (on average), it would be every two or three days. If Mrs. Lion didn’t dislike the idea of me masturbating, the number would be much higher.

Believe it or not, I have no idea why she so strongly disliked the idea of me jerking off. Other partners in the past would make use of my ability to get myself off. When not in the mood for active sex, they would offer to “help” me. They would tickle my balls or put a finger in my ass while I jerked off. I think they were entertained watching me jerking. I was never very fond of dong this, but it was better than nothing, or was it?

I understand that my male chastity isn’t about sex. It’s about using my strongest and most basic drive to demonstrate control. Unlike BDSM, male chastity is about real power exchange. i surrendered my most significant primal need. Mrs. Lion doesn’t need cuffs, whips, and BDSM trappings to maintain control. She owns the one thing I like the most: my ability to ejaculate.

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wood spoon paddle on bare butt

Both male chastity and domestic discipline are strongly related. Male chastity is a sexual game that turns sexual control over to another person. Those of us who practice this long-term generally stop wearing the hardware and accept control without the need for devices to keep our hands off our cocks. I admit that part of the fun of male chastity is being locked into a male chastity device that makes erection impossible. It’s hot, but at this point, unnecessary.

Maybe this sexual game ushered in our disciplinary marriage. That fateful night in December 2013, when I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me into a male chastity device, we had a short discussion that changed everything for me. She asked why I wanted my penis locked up. I told her that it would prevent me from masturbating. She was surprised.

It turned out that she had no idea that I jerked off. I had been doing it two or three times a week. She hadn’t been particularly interested in sex, and I was filling in. Without any prompting from me, she announced that I was never to jerk off again. Then she said that she wanted me to do it right then. She wanted to see how I did it. I did while she watched. Then she locked me into the Chinese male chastity device I found on Amazon.

I was locked up in various devices 24/7 for over three years. There were some breaks when a device irritated me, and we waited for a replacement. About a month in, I got a Mature Metal Jail Bird. Then, I was locked continuously until I needed shoulder surgery three years later. During that time, Mrs. Lion would unlock me for teasing and occasionally orgasms. Almost all were handjobs. She was very good at teasing me and making me come with her hand. My hand was never allowed to get involved.

We’re now in our eleventh year, and I haven’t jerked off once. Mrs. Lion has complete control of my sexual activity. It’s become a normal part of our lives. I can tell her I’m horny, and she may or may not get me off. I usually have to wait a few days before she makes me  come. Often, it doesn’t happen until a day or two of a spanking. Spankngs take precedence in our house.

Speaking of spankings, Mrs. Lion has been spanking me almost since we first met. It took her a while to learn how to make a serious impression on me. I asked her to make and enforce rules. The process of doing this has been difficult. She still has a problem punishing me, but she has no problem spanking me. Connecting discipline with spanking gives her some trouble.

My interest in this power exchange began with sexual control and evolved into domestic discipline. I don’t think this is a usual path. Many of the men who want domestic discipline hate the idea of any sexual connection. Maybe there isn’t one for them. There certainly is for me.

I wish I could better explain it, but male chastity and then domestic discipline add a kind of emotional balance to my life. It isn’t that I’m out of control and need Mrs. Lion’s paddle to help me with anger or alcohol. I don’thave problems like that. I forget chores, interrupting and acting as a know-it-all sometimes. Mrs. Lion has written that those things bother her. She still hasn’t managed to punish me for those offenses consistently. I wish she would. When she is more active with her paddles, we both seem happier and in better balance.

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bulge under jeans

Since January 1, 2016, I’ve had 374 orgasms. I started keeping track when Mrs. Lion forgot how long I had been locked in my male chastity device. I began a spreadsheet detailing each ejaculation. Geeky, right? Anyway, that’s about 425 weeks. about 2,950 days. That means Mrs. Lion has given me an orgasm about once every eight days. She never bothers herself about how long it’s been between orgasms. Nevertheless, her average is about right for a man in a male chastity relationship. Pretty much all of the women who write about male chastity say that an orgasm every seven to ten days is enough for a man. More frequent orgasms are considered excessive.

I started thinking about this when I entered last night’s orgasm into my spreadsheet. We used our dice to determine what we would do. We also solved the problem of which die was for BDSM and which was for sex very simply. Mrs. Lion rolled the BDSM die, and I rolled the sex die. Problem solved. Mrs. Lion rolled tied balls. I rolled blow job. That’s what we did and it was big fun.

There was an unplanned twist. In addition to the sex, we decided to go to a new Chinese restaurant for dinner. Mrs. Lion assumed the Edex shot would wear off soon after my orgasm. It doesn’t. I maintain a 75 percent erection for at least an hour after the shot. That meant I had a boner when we went out to dinner. It didn’t fully subside until an hour after we got home. It was an odd feeling. I was reminded of my teenage years when unwelcome boners haunted me. It wasn’t a big problem, just a feeling I hadn’t experienced in many years.

Speaking of orgasms, I think that sometimes male chastity can push people apart. Giving and receiving orgasms are primal bonding activities for primates. Sex is much more than reproductive for humans. It’s a kind of social glue that keeps us bonded to our mates. That doesn’t mean relationships fail when sex disappears. We are far too complex for any single factor to destroy that bond. It does mean that sex is a positive force to reinforce love.

Male chastity is a power game that resonates strongly with some men. It does in me. I don’t know why, but it does. Surrendering control of my orgasms is both an act of trust and a very exciting gamble. The problem is that there is a chance that the game will extinguish the bonding that orgasms provide. For a long time, I believed that the power exchange and the excitement of being kept aroused without relief would replace the orgasms I wasn’t getting. I was wrong.

Male chastity, like any other game, needs rules. I realize that there are guys who do better by going extended amounts of time without orgasms. They and their partners have found other ways to replace his orgasms. Some women are happy with receiving orgasms without their partner having them, too. Many are not. I’m not trying to dictate how anyone should play the male chastity game. I am saying, as someone who has successfully played for over a decade, that receiving orgasms on a regular basis, combined with Mrs. Lion’s control of exactly when I get them, has proven to provide a stable base for our sexual kink.

While I average an orgasm every eight days, I don’t get them that regularly. There have been times when I’ve waited 28 days and others when I had an orgasm every other day. However, most of my orgasms come about a week to ten days apart. That’s long enough to make me horny and very anxious to ejaculate but short enough to allow orgasms to help glue us together. The average wait might be very different for you, but that’s what works for us.

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Male chastity has always been hidden in a dark corner of sexual activities. Before the worldwide web, it was something practiced by a tiny group of men. Sites like ours have made the practice more accessible. Last night, Mrs. Lion and I started watching season three of “Hacks” on Max. If you haven’t discovered this show, it’s worth subscribing to Max just to see it.

It’s a comedy about a young comedy writer who works for an older, established female comic. Think Joan Rivers. There are a lot of laughs in every episode. It’s an adult show including topics not suitable for kiddies. I don’t want to give away the story. It’s too good to spoil. In the second episode of season three the older comedian has a chance to host a late night show. She says that the show is one guest short and brings up a member of the audience to sit on the couch.

He says that he works for the TSA. The comedian asks if he has seen anything unusual in people’s luggage. He answers by telling her that a man went through the metal detector and had a cage on his… This triggers a few jokes. The TSA agent says that the cage has a lock on it. The comedian acts surprised. He replies by saying, “Yes. His wife has the key and she’s in Miami.”

Big laugh from the audience. How about that? It is not only a joke about male chastity but also a punchline that correctly talks about how a chastity device is used. It also happens to be the worst nightmare of anyone who is locked in a male chastity device. Whoever wrote that joke had a correct understanding of male chastity. The producer and actors also had to understand the gag. Hollywood is kinkier than I thought!

I think that this joke is significant. The fact that it was on a popular TV show is one thing. It also means that the people behind the show believed that viewers would get the joke. Something totally out of left field wouldn’t be funny. It would either shock or go over the heads of the audience. This joke was probably included to tickle the hip viewers. The folks in Utah wouldn’t get it. Of course, they probably wouldn’t watfch an adult comedy like this.

It’s impossible to know how the writers and cast learned about male chastity. The writer had to know a lot to create the joke. He had to know how chastity devices work; not hard to learn online. He also had to know about men wearing male chastity devices worry about going through airport security. That isn’t common knowledge. I don’t want to overanalyze it, but it is obvious that at least one person on that show has a working knowledge of male chastity. It’s also obvious that the other writers, producers, and actors got the joke.