The only positive feedback I got from yesterday’s post was verbal from Mrs. Lion. No comments from either women or men saying that they like seeing me naked. This is disappointing but not unexpected. Most women don’t react positively to naked strangers. This is probably an evolutionary adaptation. Men react almost all the time. Also, female bloggers tend to post nude pictures of themselves or female friends. Clearly, they prefer seeing other females even if they are heterosexual.

The nudes of me that readers like

As a male sex blogger, this puts me at a disadvantage. About half of our readers are female. They don’t particularly like seeing my penis in or out of male chastity devices. The male half of our readership appears to enjoy images of my penis locked in chastity devices. That’s fair; it’s one of the main things this blog is about.

Both male and female readers (and Mrs. Lion) like to see images of my spanked, naked bottom. There is a certain sexiness about this. Other men who are spanked or want to be spanked enjoy imagining what produced the marks. I think our female readers enjoy the evidence of Mrs. Lion’s authority. In over seven years, no one reacted positively to the unspanked images of my naked ass.

The ones they don’t.

I realize that I have a fairly typical butt. For that matter, my penis is average too. The only reason anyone would react positively to my unspanked ass or erect penis would have more to do with feelings toward me as a person. Some level of sexual interest is probably needed before a woman would have any particular interest in my sexual parts. At the very least, an emotional connection is required.

What I get from the lack of reaction to my picture is that my writing fails to create an emotional connection with readers. About one-third of our readers come in from searches. These people are looking for information, not connection. In the past, we received comments that some people like following the flow of our relationship. Even though this is a sexual blog, the interest doesn’t appear to extend to sexual interest or curiosity.

Another possibility is that maybe our readers would instead create mental images of us and find photographs irrelevant or disturbing. What about me? What do I want? I like that you take the time to read our blog. It’s important to me. I guess I would be happier if you also liked my pictures. I am OK with sticking to text-only. The exhibitionist in me wants to show you my naughty bits. Oh well.

The logical decision is to limit images to direct illustrations of our topics. The images don’t have to be of me. You have spoken. More correctly, you haven’t said anything.

We didn’t do anything last night. I don’t know why. Actually, I do know why. I didn’t do anything. In addition to not playing with Lion or edging him, I completely forgot I owed him swats. He forgot to remind me about punishment day on Thursday. I didn’t remember either. I guess those brain pills we’ve been taking are doing a first class job!

It was just before nine when I asked Lion if he wanted to play. He said he thought he’d be getting punished. Oops. I told him I’d get him today and he said it was too late for play.


The same thing happened to dinner. Neither of us was really hungry. It was getting late so we had soup.


Maybe we can blame it on the fact that the smoke is clearing and it was raining again. Sometimes atmospheric changes can affect moods.

Yeah. That’s it.

This morning I had an odd thought. It’s not that I haven’t had this thought before, but Lion has been opposed to it. When I first started going to Lion’s house to play, he suggested he should always be naked for me. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He’d be naked when I got to his house. It saved time, I reasoned. I’d get naked too because our play eventually led to sex. After I moved in, he stayed naked because that was the rule. I stayed naked because that’s how it always was. Over the years, it’s made less and less sense.

Lion needs special permission to be dressed when a repairman comes. When we come home from the store, he needs to ask for permission to stay dressed so he can do X. The problem with always being naked is that if anyone ever comes to the door (a rarity, to be sure), he can’t answer it. The old house was in the woods so having no curtains on the windows wasn’t a problem. There was no one to see inside unless they were at the door. This house is wide open. As a result, the blinds are always closed. It’s usually dark in the house. I don’t like that.

We tend to stay in the bedroom for everything except cooking and using our computers. It’s more difficult to always be in the bedroom with clothes on. You can’t really get under the blankets wearing jeans. On the other hand, I’d like to not be in the bedroom all the time. We have a bigger television in the living room. We rarely use it. (Yes, I know the living room is a mess right now but there’s little reason to clean it if we never use it.) I’d like to use the whole house. Lion is more comfortable in the bedroom. Of course being in the bedroom means more chance for nookie and, now that I think about it, Lion thinks we don’t play when we’re in the camper because we spend so much time in the living room. I think my chances of using the living room are doomed.

Anyway, heading into the winter, I’d like to allow Lion to be clothed more often. I know he wants to adhere to the rule, but he’s the one who actually made it a rule. I just conceded it sounded like a good idea at the time. Maybe it doesn’t anymore. I’m not saying he should never be naked. Just not all the time.

[Lion comments — I don’t do well with “sometimes”. The naked rule works so well because there is no grey area. Even if I stayed dressed, I wouldn’t want the blinds open. I don’t want people peeking in.]

Over the last seven years I’ve talked about pretty much everything relating to our particular sexual interests. Mrs. Lion and I have both shared our adventures in male chastity, spanking, and female-led relationships. Most of the search engine arrivals on our site go to the informational pages that are referenced at the top of the page. This part, the blog, appears to have a fairly steady readership. It occurs to me that blogging would be a lot more interesting to me and perhaps to you if we broadened our coverage to our lives in general. At least that’s what I want to do.

I finally got around to baking bread. Julia Child did a program (season nine, episode 12) about making sandwich bread. It’s French white bread. I decided to try this recipe. I have baked bread before and I especially like creating artisan bread feature in the book Baking with Julia. In this book Julia Child cooks with famous bakers creating all sorts of goodies. PBS did a series that this book accompanies. Over a decade ago when I was out of work, I watch this series end-to-end and baked many of the items. I purchased a 6 quart KitchenAid mixer to do this.

One recipe that is really amazing is her sticky buns. This recipe calls for brioche dough. Whenever I attempted to make this, which is one of the heaviest and most difficult to produce, my heavy-duty KitchenAid would throw a gear. I would have to take it apart and reengage the gear inside. It was a royal pain. So, when I decided I wanted to start baking again, this was before Christmas, I ordered the 7-quart professional mixer. This one has an extremely heavy-duty motor. Shortly after receiving it, I did a batch of French bread. The mixer kept stalling while kneading the dough. I returned it for replacement.

It took KitchenAid almost 3 months to send me the replacement. Apparently they don’t make too many of these and my color (red) was out of stock. By the time the replacement came my enthusiasm for breadmaking had diminished. Saturday it returned. I watched the episode of “The French Chef” three or four times and then set out to bake. Mrs. Lion helped me set up the mixer and find ingredients. It went very smoothly. This dough consists of flour, milk, yeast, salt, and butter. I followed the directions and all appeared to go well. This dough has three rises. The first two take place in clean bowls and the last in the pan in which the bread is baked.

The first two rises were perfect. By the time we got to the third, it was after 8 PM. This one was very un-energetic. After over two hours it still hadn’t risen as far as it needed to go. We decided to bake it anyway. When it was finished, it didn’t have the beautiful square shape of Julia’s loaf. We set it out to cool. Mrs. Lion cut off a few slices and toasted them for our Sunday breakfast. I thought it was delicious. French bread has more body than most Americans are used to. It is a soft bread, but quite firm. I consider the baking a success even though it didn’t look perfect. I will try again soon.

Through all this, Mrs. Lion was a big help. Given my poor vision and relatively unsteady gait, she got most of the ingredients out for me and put them away when I was done with them. She’s not as fond of this new bread as I am. She likes the very soft American commercial white bread. Oh well.

Mrs. Lion mowed the lawn on Saturday. By the time she got back in the house she was tired and achy. Clearly she was in no mood for anything sexual. I was feeling a little horny but not enough to make it worth asking her. I’m sure Sunday night will be more exciting.

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while I’m sure you’ve noticed that I tend to publish penis pictures. I’m pretty sure that most of our readers don’t find them particularly entertaining. I think I do it because it’s kind of vulnerable to me to expose myself this way. I’ve decided that it’s a better idea for me to not put the cock shots here unless they are absolutely necessary to what I’m writing. On the other hand, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anyone if I provided a link now and then like this one,  so that anyone who cares to can see. I could use some feedback on this subject. Please let me know how you feel.

I’ve been working from home for over a year now. Before I was put on furlough, I generally wore a T-shirt during the day so that I could participate in video conferences. Now that I am out of work and no more videoconferencing, I’ve been completely naked for the last two or three months. I don’t think I would be comfortable if I had to be dressed at home. Of course, it is not my choice.

I didn’t write a post yesterday. I didn’t have any particular reason other than not having much to say. I’m very lucky that I have Mrs. Lion. We love being together and having little to do other than house stuff and playing on our computers gives us a lot of time to enjoy one another. Since I’ve been furloughed from my job — my last day of work was this past Friday — I haven’t had an excuse to wear a T-shirt. Now, I am completely nude all the time. I like the contrast with Mrs. Lion who is generally wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Clearly she wears the pants in the family.

We’ve been having a little debate over the meaning of the word “play”. Mrs. Lion takes it to mean sexual activity. In her book that includes all sorts of rather painful BDSM activities but always ends with some sort of attention to my erection. I’m not arguing with this very pleasant definition except when I may not be in the mood for sexual activity. I don’t think that should stop the other stuff from happening. I also think that these activities jumpstart any sexual reluctance I might have.

Mrs. Lion warms the oil in the microwave to turn it to a liquid. Then she applies it liberally to penis and balls.

Speaking of sex, it’s true that I really like coconut oil when Mrs. Lion masturbates me. It is slippery like other lubes, but it has a slightly different feel. I found that different lubes produce different sensations. We have some premium silicone lube, several different brands, that feel pretty much the same. They are much more slippery and because of that, I don’t think they feel as good when applied to my penis. We have some premium water-based lubes as well. They start out as slippery as the silicone and then become a little sticky as they get used. They are okay but not nearly the same. Coconut oil isn’t as slippery as the other lubes. It’s got enough slip to make it feel good as Mrs. Lion’s hand moves over both the shaft and head of my penis. But it isn’t so slippery that it prevents her from pulling up the skin on my shaft.

I like that sensation. That’s why I’ve always liked no-lube hand jobs. I really like the feeling of the skin being pulled up over the head and coming down. I don’t like unlubricated rubbing of the head, that’s not a pleasant feeling. Another advantage of coconut oil is that it’s edible. That means that if she wishes Mrs. Lion can begin with her hand and lube and then move to her mouth. She’s never done this. I don’t think it would be a good idea with the other commercial lubrication. The coconut oil is healthy to consume. How nice. Now I can be counted as a food supplement.

Hand jobs are very important to me. They are the bread-and-butter of my sex life. Since Mrs. Lion doesn’t want sex for herself, she has two ways to provide me with release: she can use her mouth or her hand. Most of the time when she has no plans to get me off, she uses her hands. I’m much less responsive to being jerked off right now. I don’t know why, but it’s much more difficult for me to get close to the edge this way. Even with the coconut oil, I still have a difficult time.

When Mrs. Lion uses her mouth the problem disappears. Part of it might be that for the last seven years almost all of my sexual activity has been via Mrs. Lion’s hand. Blow jobs have been relatively rare. Over the last couple of months, Mrs. Lion has used her mouth much more often. In fact, the last three times she got me off, it was with her mouth. Historically, oral orgasms constituted less than 25% of my releases. Obviously, I like this new trend. Mrs. Lion has commented that the extra time and energy it takes to get me to the edge by hand is more difficult for her than using her mouth. It certainly takes a lot less time orally.

None of this is intentional on my part. I guess it had to happen at some point. A lion can’t live by hand jobs alone. Even for teasing. I’m very grateful that Mrs. Lion is willing to work so hard to give me pleasure. I do feel some guilt about this. That also delays my release. I don’t see any way around this. We’ll have to talk about it.

What’s your favorite way to get off? What’s your favorite way to get your partner off? Has the additional time you have been spending together changed sex for you? Do you have any ideas that might help us?