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One night in December 2013, after we finished dinner and were in the bedroom watching TV, I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me into a male chastity device. We had a long conversation about what that meant. I told her that one reason a male chastity device was important was that it prevented me from masturbating. “You masturbate?” she asked.

“Yes, two or three times a week,” I answered.

“I didn’t know you masturbated.”

“Well, I do.”

She sat quietly for a few seconds. “Here’s your first rule, you can’t masturbate.”

I pointed out that the male chastity device prevented me from breaking that rule. She liked that. Then she told me to masturbate while she watched. She said that she wanted to see how I did it to learn what I liked. I jerked off for her. That December night in 2013 was the last time I masturbated.

I’ve written about this several times. This isn’t a rehash. For no good reason, I thought back to past relationships. Well, there is a good reason. I joined Ancestry.com to build a family tree. Not counting Mrs. Lion, three of the four women I’ve had long-term relationships with are dead. I was thinking back to my time with them.

Two liked watching me jerk off. One would tickle my balls while I did it. The other would ask me to do it and just watch. I never considered that odd. The ball-tickler used it as a way to avoid more active sex when she wasn’t in the mood. The other just liked seeing me do it. Both included handjobs as a regular part of my sex life. Once in a while they wanted a show.

I never felt interested in watching my partner masturbate. I’m not sure any of them ever did. I masturbated them, and they liked it (including Mrs. Lion), but no do-it-herself activities.

Over the years, when I bottomed at parties or BDSM clubs, the scene almost always ended with my top giving me a handjob. Yes, I was jerked off in public in full view of many other people of both sexes. It was both exciting and humiliating to ejaculate in full view. My partners did this without me asking. It was fun for them. I suppose that making a man ejaculate in a room full of people is a true act of power. None ever wanted me to do it myself. Of course, I couldn’t. I was tied down, but still…

In fact, the community generally frowned on men jerking off in these venues. There was a good reason. Creepy guys would pay to get into these events and then play with themselves while watching a BDSM scene. We called them weenie wackers and had them ejected from the party. There was no prohibition of men being “made” to jerk off as part of a scene, but I was never made to do it. I get it. There is something profoundly powerful when a woman takes over a man’s sexual activity. At a party, where most people, including the top, are fully dressed, being masturbated in that setting sends a clear message of dominance.

Mrs. Lion likes to make me ejaculate. I’m grateful for that. Apparently, she’s never been fond of my doing it myself. She only asked me once.

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This is it, our 6,000th post! It’s a milestone we are proud of. I can’t verify it, but I think we are the largest sex-oriented blog in the world. We’ve averaged two posts a day for nine years. The Journal was intended to document our journey through male chastity. Along the way, we picked up domestic discipline as well.

When we started in 2014, the big deal was the idea of locking up my penis and keeping it locked until Mrs. Lion wanted to get me off. The emphasis was how being locked in a male chastity device would somehow transform my behavior in all aspects of my life. I called it enforced chastity. I was wrong about two things: It wasn’t enforced. Mrs. Lion locked me in a male chastity device because I asked her. The second was that it didn’t change my behavior at all. If I had given the matter any serious thought, I would have realized that with or without a male chastity device, I would do what Mrs. Lion wants because I love her, and she’s my mate.

Wearing the male chastity device 24/7 for three years did change me in one very significant way, I was trained not to masturbate. I had been jerking off since I was eleven years old. It was a regular part of my life, married or single. The male chastity device prevented me from doing it. That was good because Mrs. Lion didn’t want me to masturbate. No one else in my life ever made that request. Over the thousand days of male chastity, I not only broke the habit, I lost any desire to masturbate. It’s been nine years since the last time I got myself off. I’m not sure I could do it even if Mrs. Lion let me. That’s a big change for me.

spanking and domestic discipline

I always liked the idea of being spanked. Mrs. Lion started play spankings very soon after we met. It took her years to build up to a spanking I would feel hours later. She was the one who needed training. When we started, most of the writing online about spankings made a big deal about being on a bare butt. That bit of titillation was central to all of the stuff you could read.

Over the years, people stopped making a fuss about naked bottoms. It was correctly assumed that spankings are administered on a bare bottom. I’ve always been naked when spanked. Somewhere along the line, Mrs. Lion engaged in a series of “experiments” where she spanked me with various paddles and increasing force. That was when she could make me feel her spankings for days. That was when I asked her to make rules.

We didn’t label what we did as domestic discipline, but it was. She made rules like no spilling food on my shirt and waiting for her to start eating first. Simple rules that I was bound to break. There was no real injury to her if I broke them, just an opportunity to punish me. She liked catching me breaking rules. It was a sort of game for her. She didn’t like spanking me because she knew that she was hurting me.

Over time, she stopped feeling bad about spanking me. She treated it as another thing she did as part of her life as my wife. She didn’t like it but didn’t mind either. She treated beating me as a skill she had to master. As her skill grew, my dread of being spanked also increased. I still get turned on thinking about being spanked. I hate the actual spanking. Domestic discipline mission accomplished!

The next challenge was to punish me for doing things that annoy Mrs. Lion. She hates it when I interrupt her or act as a know-it-all. She made it a rule for me not to do those things. When I broke those rules, she almost never punishes me. She finds it very difficult to spank me if I annoy her. In fact, I interrupted her yesterday. She didn’t punish me. She probably will now that I mention it.

Well, here we are

Here we are at 6,000 posts and nine years into male chastity and about six years into domestic discipline. I haven’t had an orgasm that wasn’t given by Mrs. Lion in nine years. We are still struggling with expanding domestic discipline into the more significant offenses I commit. I have no doubt that by post 7,000, that will change.

Over the last nine years I’ve been disappointed by the lack of brotherhood with other bloggers. Female sex bloggers cooperate and have formed a nice online community. Chastity and domestic discipline bloggers jealously guard their readership and never mention other bloggers. I’ve tried to build relationships with other bloggers. With only two exceptions, I’ve been unsuccessful. It’s too bad. One thing that would make our blog more interesting would be discussions between other practitioners.

I’m very happy with our readership. It’s grown steadily every year. We are both grateful that you take the time to read what we write.

Thank you!

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We had a quiet Christmas so far. On Christmas Eve, we played the NFL game. I got eight swats for every point scored, plus eight when our quarterback was sacked. Each touchdown really hurt, especially when Mrs. Lion hit a still-sore spot from my spanking last Wednesday. By the end of the fourth quarter, the bottom of my butt felt like rough leather. Football players aren’t the only ones who get painful injuries during a game. The rest of the evening was quiet, with no sexual attention.

Christmas weekend is normally a quiet one for the blog. Many of our readers are busy with family and holiday celebrations. While it is just the two of us, we are having our traditional Christmas dinner. We’ll roast a turkey breast, and make stuffing, sweet potato casserole, and mashed potatoes. I like sweet potatoes, and Mrs. Lion prefers mashed. We’ll sit at the table, stuffing our faces and listening to Christmas music. Being with Mrs. Lion is the greatest gift I have ever received.

Like any couple, kinky or not, most of our time is spent doing non-sexual things. Most of the sexual stuff is also indistinguishable from what vanilla couples do. The reason I mention this is that it seems many guys who look for a keyholder/partner focus on what is ultimately the least important reason not to connect with a woman.

I understand how important wearing a male chastity device feels to a guy who has been seeking a keyholder for years. The problem is that there are damn few women who even think about locking up a man’s penis, much less doing it. Searching for that sexual unicorn is almost bound to fail. There is nothing in it for a woman to lock up her partner. All those fantasies about how being locked turn a man into a housecleaning sex slave may be exciting to the guys reading it. I’ve yet to meet a woman who has ever wanted that.

Here is my unsolicited advice. Try to find a partner you like and could love. If, over time, she learns to love you, she may be willing to gently test out your kink. Try to back off the obsessive nature that most frustrated guys display when they’ve been dreaming of a kink for a long time. Please realize that even couples like us, who are deeply into our power exchange, act like a vanilla couple most of the time. In the end, what will make a relationship last has nothing to do with kink. It’s all about how wonderful it feels to be together with or without sex.

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Mrs. Lion wrote about our puppy’s digestive illness. She seemed more energetic on Sunday but still not her normal self. Dogs do their best to hide any weakness. Our previous dog worked hard not to let us know that she was in terrible pain. Willow is the same. I get it. If an animal who lives in a pack exposes any weakness, she is likely to be prey. Even though dogs have been domesticated for thousands of years, this trait still persists. We have to watch for subtle clues to determine if our pets need help. Her current problem was easy to spot. She was throwing up and had no energy.

While I’m on the subject of pets,I want to say that we have pet health insurance. We are covered by Trupanion. It covers 90 percent of all treatments and drugs. Willow’s policy costs more than Mrs. Lion’s health insurance and is only a few bucks less than mine. Our last dog was also insured. She started having seizures when she turned one. Her insurance paid for expensive medication that exceeded the premium we paid. Willow’s visit on Saturday cost $800. We ended up paying less than $200 for it.

Sex was the last thing on our minds on Saturday. It’s not all that interesting on Sunday, either. I’m writing this post on Sunday afternoon. Mrs. Lion and I might change our minds later. She’ll let you know in her post.

The end of the year is growing closer. We will have completed nine years of male chastity in just a week. We are just over two weeks away from our 6,000th post. I never imagined we would still be at either after all these years. Mrs. Lion and I have been together for twenty years. All those years ago, when we first got serious, I wondered what it would be like in twenty years. At one point early in our dating, she said she wondered if she would get bored with me. I asked her the other night if she was bored yet. She said she wasn’t. We’ve been practicing domestic discipline for at least five years (I can’t remember exactly when we started). We wondered if that would last.

I think the reason we manage to continue is that we keep communicating and trying new things. Based on other blogs I read, this is the secret for other couples who manage to incorporate these exotic practices in their daily lives. If we have anything in common, it may be that we discover real value in some aspect of what we do. We also compromise. Our domestic discipline isn’t what you read in the fictional accounts.

If our blog offers any historical value, it’s the accurate accounting of how we’ve changed over the years. What hasn’t changed is how much we love each other.