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Please?

Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday announced that she has decided she will masturbate in front of me. It was a big surprise. She’s been uninterested in sex for years.  She’s doing it as a way of jump starting her libido. Great idea! It will be very hot watching her playing with her pussy. She’s never masturbated in my presence. In fact, I didn’t think she masturbated at all. I’m sure she told me she didn’t.  She explained that this would be a first step to kick start her libido. She also said that I didn’t need the demo, I do a great job already. In any case, this is very good news to me.

I couldn’t help myself (you hear that a lot), I had to ask if that means I can jerk off too. The answer was a predictable “No!” She went on to say that she considered letting me do it in front of her now and then. My ears perked up. Then she said that she didn’t think it was a good idea. I helpfully pointed out that I haven’t done it in nearly four years. She smiled and said, “I know.”

I tried my next best play,

“But the other guys get to do it,” I pleaded.

“Who besides Julie’s husband does?” she calmly responded.

Long pause. “I don’t know.”

“See? The other guys don’t usually get to do it. Why should you?”

I had no answer to that. I looked down at my caged penis sadly. I wasn’t really sad. I never got a big thrill out of jerking off. It was more like taking care of a bodily function for me. It wouldn’t be a giant turn on to have her watch me masturbate. I’d much rather have her provide my sexual release.

In all fairness, I have to say that Julie’s husband isn’t given a chance to wack off as a reward. It’s generally framed as a way to get rid of his erection or a small treat for performing well. When you are driven half mad by participating is sexual activities where everyone else has an orgasm, being allowed to jerk off is like being served a steak dinner. The more desperate the need, the better it feels.

That’s not exactly true, at least for me. When I am massively horny, sporting a rock-solid dripping penis, the odds are that the orgasm will hurt more than be amazingly spectacular. I expect fireworks and the Eighteen-twelve Overture and end up with a stinging eruption of mount Lion. This doesn’t happen that often, but it is generally when I have been waiting a long time and the buildup has been very successful. The next orgasm will be filled with fireworks and loud, triumphant music.

My usual ejaculations are accompanied by music I emit. Since enforced chastity began, my noise level has gone up significantly. As I recall, five years ago the only evidence of my orgasm was the ejaculation making a mess and some heavy breathing from me. Since Mrs. Lion has been my sole provider, I’m a regular sound machine with loud Oh’s and other noises I can’t describe. I’ve wondered if this was subconsciously encouraged evidence of her success; sort of a way to encourage her to give me more. For the record, it doesn’t work.

The only occasionally successful technique I’ve found to turn teasing into orgasm has been what Mrs. Lion calls bucking. I call it humping. In any case, I move my hips to try to wring out more stimulation that will possibly get me relief. Sometimes she synchronizes her hand or mouth movement with my “bucking”. That is amazing. Of course, she’s on to me and removes contact with my penis just before I reach the promised land.

I know she likes it when I get so excited I “buck”. That’s probably why I get those charity orgasms. I don’t care. I’m not proud.

When I was a kid, the “All the other kids have one” argument was much more successful than it is now. Mrs. Lion doesn’t fall for it like my mom and dad did. You can’t shoot a lion for trying.

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In: Lion's Journal, Masturbation, Orgasm denial, Ruined orgasm

milking methods
There is always more to learn about milking
Mrs. Lion’s hand provides over 99% of my sexual activity. When she gives me orgasms, she uses her hand 75% of the time.  I think I am well qualified to offer some handjob ideas you might be able to use. Here are a few mlking techniques she uses that might interest you.

He won’t be able to come
This technique will never result in an orgasm no matter how long she does it. This works best with some lube, though Mrs. Lion is able to do it dry. The idea is to move up the shaft and head hand over hand. There is no downward motion at all. This is exciting but will never trigger an orgasm.

Male sexual programming is designed to trigger orgasm only on the downward stroke when, during intercourse, it presses deeper into the vagina. This assures the semen will be deposited as close as possible to the cervix. This improves the chances of impregnation. The brain doesn’t distinguish between penetrative sex and masturbation. So, when my lioness uses continued upward strokes, I will stay aroused but never get over the top. Be careful. With a male at the very edge of orgasm, even the slightest downward motion will result in ejaculation.

Start. Stop.
This is how Mrs. Lion generally edges me. She masturbates me until I am clearly preparing to come. At the first sign of approaching orgasm, she stops. She waits a few seconds and begins again. She likes to get me even closer. This activity doesn’t have to be done when I’m close to orgasm. It can start almost as soon as I get hard. Ten or twenty seconds of masturbation followed by a ten or twenty second pause builds up tension. If started just after getting hard, it takes a few cycles before I start reacting. Then, I start trying to hump her hand. Of course it does no good, but I can’t help trying.

This also happens to be a great way to get a ruined orgasm. As he gets more excited, reduce the number of strokes before pausing. Be sure to wait at least 15 seconds to give his ruined orgasm time to erupt. This technique works 100% of the time. Persevere!

Hand Humping
One of my favorite activities is when Mrs. Lion lets me hump her hand. She calls this “bucking.” She hold my penis in the masturbating position and doesn’t move. That’s the signal for me to start humping. There’s no need for lube. I control my motion to avoid going so far that friction would hurt. Mrs. Lion will let me work myself up and then open her hand. I find myself humping air. Very frustrating!

After I calm down a bit, she closes her hand around my cock and I get moving again. This goes on and on. When I finally get ready for the final moment,  she will open her hand just before I can come. She waits a bit, and closes her hand again. Off I go, humping faster and faster until she opens her hand again. It doesn’t matter how many times she does this. I can’t help but hump when she closes her hand. I’m like Charlie brown always falling for it when Lucy pulls away the football before he can kick it.  Like him, I’m know I won’t make it, but I can’t help myself.

“Ruined” Orgasm
Mrs. Lion has done this very infrequently, usually by accident. A ruined orgasm is really an orgasm; just a different kind. This occurs when she masturbates me to the point of no return and then stops and removes her hand. I’m over the edge and ejaculate. It’s very frustrating. There are a couple of types of ruined orgasms. Until now, Mrs. Lion does the type that has me just starting to come when she removes her hand. The sensation is not the same as an orgasm when she keeps stimulating me. I don’t like it; well I’m surprised by it. I’m sure I could learn to like it.

This type of ruined orgasm leaves me the same way as I am after a full orgasm. The semen drips out and I get soft and uninterested in more sex. The second type is the intentional ruined orgasm This type has stimulation removed as early as possible; just as it is too late for the male to avoid ejaculating. It can take ten or fifteen seconds after stimulation is stopped for semen to drip out.

This kind of ruined orgasm doesn’t release much semen and the male is immediately ready for more sexual activity. Most men can have repeated ruined orgasms of this type within the space of ten or fifteen minutes. This is the only way a male can experience multiple orgasms. The trick is for the male to learn to enjoy the different sensations created by this type of orgasm. I suspect the reason I don’t like it when my orgasm is ruined, is that I’m surprised and expected something else. I wonder if I know ruined orgasms are coming, could I start learning to enjoy them. It won’t happen the first time, but eventually I think I would learn.

P.O.T.
That’s Post Orgasmic Torture. Mrs. Lion only did this to me once. I didn’t like it but I admit I would like to experience more often, maybe most of the time.  Doing it is very simple and requires no special equipment. All that you have to do is vigorously rub the head of the penis with your hand as soon as he starts coming. Keep it up. When Mrs. Lion does it, I try to escape, but she knows how to handle that. It’s intensely uncomfortable, but does no real harm. The pain can go on for a minute or more.

All of these activities are fun for me. Some are very frustrating, but in a different way I like them too. I like that Mrs. Lion takes the time to tease me and give me orgasms. After all, it’s the only sexual activity I can have.

 

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lion being masturbated
This is how Lion generally gets sex.

One key activity that many males in enforced chastity enjoy is tease and deny. In my case that means Mrs. Lion masturbates me just enough to get me on the edge of ejaculation and stops. This is an extreme form of what we used to call cock teasing. Mrs. Lion does this almost every day. Her hand is amazing. She knows just how to rub me the right way. It shouldn’t be surprising that after she’s done this several times, I’m desperate for her to let me come. She doesn’t. After I calm down, I put on the base ring and Mrs. Lion locks the cage around her weenie.

In a typical week, I get edged at least 30 times.  Mrs. Lion’s hand is quite busy. When she decides to take me out of my misery, she almost always uses her hand for that too. That’s her hand at work in the image (right). She says she likes doing this. Everyone needs a hobby.

I never imagined that my sex life would be more than 99% masturbation. It never occurred to me that masturbation would never include my hand. After more than three years my sexual fantasies always end up with Mrs. Lion giving me a hand job.  The fantasy may include spanking, oral sex, even intercourse, but invariably it ends up with Mrs. Lion finishing me off with her hand. My semen typically ends up being fed to me when she is done.

In the beginning of our relationship, sex followed this pattern. Mrs. Lion would tease me and get me hard. She would mount me cowgirl-style. She would ride for a while, then she would move over my mouth and I would continue with my tongue. When she had enough orgasms, she would dismount and masturbate me to orgasm. At least half the time, she would feed me the result. We were both very happy with that pattern.

During the dark days when we avoided sex with one another, I would masturbate between one and three times a week. About once a month I would signal that I wanted sex. I almost never came out and asked for it. I would scooch over to her in bed. She knew that was my signal. She would sit up and jerk me off. Occasionally, she would give me oral release.

I don’t feel badly about this. My fantasy started the hand job pattern 15 years ago. I love how it feels when Mrs. Lion jerks me off. I love her pussy and mouth too. My very first sexual experience with another person was a hand job. I went to an all-boys prep school, so I didn’t have the opportunity to interact with girls until my first year at college. My date was as inexperienced as I. We were both horny. After a long period of clumsy petting, we got naked. She shyly touched my penis (it was mine then). I showed her how I masturbate. She took over. I learned how to use my finger to please her. Over time we became very good with our hands. Eventually, we used our mouths too. We never fucked.

Here I am many years later with my sex life primarily masturbation. Mrs. Lion has learned to be a consummate expert at massaging her weenie. She always sees my appreciation of her work. I am occasionally fed the result.

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This is our 2,000th post. It’s also only a few days until my third year locked in a chastity device ends. When I started this blog, I never considered that we would have enough to write about to fill 1,000,000 words and 2,000 posts. Truth is, I didn’t think I would be still doing enforced chastity this long. I’m proud of us for both accomplishments. I’m also very proud that our readership has steadily grown each year. It feels good knowing that we are able to provide useful and interesting content for you.

We were going to do a he said, she said today answering questions from our readers. We didn’t get much response when we asked for questions. If it weren’t for our web analytics I would think that no one reads us. But I get it; very few people who read blogs join the conversation; much the pity.

I’ve been reflecting on the last three years. One thing I said yesterday was that before enforced chastity, almost all my sex came from my left hand . Yes, that’s the one I use to masturbate. Mrs. Lion commented nothing has changed there except now it is her hand instead of mine. I got a chuckle out of that. Then, yesterday morning it stopped being funny.

What’s really changed for me sexually since enforced chastity began? The biggest change and the one I truly love is that Mrs. Lion is not only part of my sex life, she is my sex life. But my sex life is still almost entirely masturbation. Recently, my lioness has used her mouth to tease me a few times. That is certainly a nice change. I love that. Is my problem that I get hand jobs over 99% of the time? Am I bored with them? Maybe a little.

Mrs. Lion jerks me off better than I ever could. I have a good time being edged. There are only a limited number of ways to get me off. Notably absent is intercourse. Sex is only for me. Fucking is just another way for Mrs. Lion to get me off; a way that is much harder work than a hand job. Oral sex is less effort than fucking, but still much more difficult than a wank. Probably the easiest way to get me off is with the Magic Wand.

Don’t get me wrong. I love all those methods. I do! But there is something missing. A hand job compared with intercourse is like ham and eggs. The chicken is involved, but the pig is committed. A hand job isn’t as intimate. Obviously, it would be impossible for Mrs. Lion to provide intercourse or oral sex every time we are sexual. The good, ol’ hand job has to remain the workhorse of my edging and ejaculations.

When we first started posting, Mrs. Lion mentioned that her loss of interest in sex was due to the fact that I don’t initiate. She backed off that position and later claimed it was just some change in her. Then, about a month ago, I gave her an orgasm, then a week later, another. She liked them but cautioned me that she wasn’t sure how often she would like to repeat this. She did say she thought I should continue.

Then, a few weeks ago we were talking about her orgasms. She mentioned very casually that she liked that I initiated the most recent ones. At the time the light bulb didn’t go on. But when I was thinking about her hand job comment in my post, those other words came up in my mind. Put my thoughts about hand jobs together with her comment about me initiating sex and we have something we need to handle.

It may seem odd that a caged male is ruminating about what amounts to vanilla sex. But that’s me: odd. It seems that if I were to initiate giving Mrs. Lion orgasms, her interest in sex would begin to return. Conversely, if I stopped initiating, it would recede again. This seems to be the case now. Ok, you say, the answer is simple. Just regularly get Mrs. Lion off.

Brilliant idea! Oh, wait, my lack of initiation is what caused the problem in the first place. Are we back to where we were three years ago? The only difference now is that I get orgasms regularly? Could be. We’ve been really good about working out enforced chastity and domestic discipline. I wonder if the same techniques would apply here as well. They might.

There is one big difference: I figured out how to make things work that affected me. Mrs. Lion used my suggestions to get things going. If I do the same thing again, this time for Mrs.Lion as the target, will it work? I initiated my own demise, so to speak. I taught Mrs. Lion how to tame me. I think I have been waiting for Mrs. Lion to work out how to train me to initiate her pleasure.

I suggested basing my orgasms on her coming a certain number of times. That didn’t appeal at all. The reason, I think, is that she would be indirectly initiating her own orgasms. That’s something she seems incapable of doing. Another thought I had is similar. What if Saturday, for example, is my orgasm day. What if Mrs. Lion has to have an orgasm before I am eligible for one myself. It doesn’t mean that if she gets one, I will. But if she doesn’t have one by Saturday, I will have to wait another week. Sort of a lion incentive plan. That might be too much pressure for her. But what if I only had to initiate. She could decide she didn’t want one. That could count too.

There is one very big barrier to me initiating with Mrs. Lion: she’s always busy. We often relax together in bed. Invariably, she is deeply involved with her iPad, either reading or playing games. I always feel I am interrupting her. She says that she feels the same way when I am watching TV. I keep reminding her that nothing would make me happier than have her reach over to the remote and hit “Pause”. She never does that. She usually waits for me to signal I want to be teased.

We have a communication issue. It’s time for a signal that indicates interest. In my case, given my status as submissive to her, pausing my TV show is perfect. Maybe she can put down her iPad and signal me. It may be all she wants is a snuggle, but if I get a signal I can try to see if she wants more.

It’s very difficult for me to interrupt her to give her sex. I don’t know why, but it is. I think I have to learn initiating the same way she learned spanking. We need a somewhat artificial situation that serves to teach me and encourage me. If my gentle, sweet lioness learned to bruise my bottom. I can certainly learn to just go for the gold with her. I need help getting started.