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As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday, I had a “salvaged” orgasm. In her enthusiasm to get me to the very brink of ejaculation, she went a stroke too far and the dreaded ruined orgasm was starting. She gave me a “uh oh” look and went back to stroking and allowed me to have a better time than I would have if she remained hands-off.

The male orgasm, while it only takes a few seconds, is a very complex physiological process. While it has been studied extensively, I am not aware of any studies covering what happens when an orgasm is interrupted and then resumed. When I talk about male “orgasm,” I’m actually referring to what happens when ejaculation is triggered. When the brain decides it’s time to ejaculate, the various fluids are sent into the urethra in a sequence that lasts at least two seconds before it starts to emerge. A ruined orgasm is produced when the penis is stimulated sufficiently to trigger that sequence and then the stimulation stopped.

It’s surprisingly easy to produce this. Essentially, once the brain decides to pull the trigger, absence of stimulation won’t entirely stop the process. Depending on the individual, when the stimulation stops, the ejaculatory activity might stop after releasing only a little semen. Or, in some cases, will complete releasing all the available liquid. If only part of the ejaculate has been expelled, the male can be convinced to ejaculate again in a fairly short time. If it is all gone, so is his interest in sex until more fluid can be produced.

Most of the pleasure we males associate with ejaculation occurs after the ejaculatory process has started. That’s why a ruined orgasm doesn’t feel very good. In my case, I’ve been stimulated to the maximum. I’m physically and emotionally ready to feel my orgasm. Suddenly the stimulation stops. In normal edging, I feel disappointed that there isn’t more, but I’m not surprised. If Mrs. Lion went a bit too far, when she stops stimulating my penis, I feel an almost-painful sensation near my hip and I feel as though a sexual door has slammed shut. I don’t know how else to explain it. It’s not pleasant and I’m usually not aware of the semen that drips from my penis. Ruined orgasms don’t generally include the normal orgasmic pressure with which the fluid is released. Some men will “squirt.” I don’t. I just ooze for some time just to add to the lack of fun.

It is a little surprising to me that almost all the pleasure of an orgasm comes after ejaculation. I always imagined that the sensations occurred at the same time as ejaculation. But, yesterday’s salvaged orgasm clearly illustrated that the real fun of coming follows the start of semen release. It makes sense when you think about it. The ruined orgasm takes advantage of the delay between ejaculation and actual male orgasm. Edging, similarly stops stimulation before the ejaculatory process begins. Both are sexually disappointing. That’s why both are useful for teasing us poor, helpless males.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex

On Sunday night Mrs. Lion and I talked about how lucky we were to have met. We found each other on a free online dating site. Neither of us said it on the site, but as we discussed Sunday, we were both looking for sex. Soon after we started exchanging email, this came out and since she didn’t live too far from me, we met and, well, had sex. We liked it so much we did it again, and again. It didn’t take long before it was much more than sex. As they say, the rest is history.

I spent a lot of time yesterday thinking about that conversation. Ostensibly, Mrs. Lion was right. We both wanted to get laid. Then I started thinking that it isn’t that simple. If sex was the objective, doesn’t that mean we each wanted orgasms? Of course, right? But I was regularly masturbating and having orgasms. Mrs. Lion was less inclined in that direction. The fact is that sex is not just orgasms. While I’ve never patronized one, hookers apparently act as though they are having a wonderful time when being fucked by a customer. If a penis in a vagina was the reason for the transaction, then the acting would be unnecessary.

Sex between two people is much more than stimulating sex organs to orgasm. It’s the most primal bond we have. Nature has programmed us to seek it as a top biological priority. The preservation of the species demands that. But humans have sex long after they can reproduce. They also have sex when females are infertile. So, reproduction is far from the only reason we want sex. I don’t think anyone would disagree so far.

So, when Mrs. Lion and I went prowling for sex partners we may not have realized it, but we were looking for a lot more than an orgasm. We were looking for a bond. We wanted to enjoy ourselves and please our partners. We wanted to briefly be part of one another. Of course neither of us considered this at the time. We got our clothes off and had a good time. For me it was an incredibly good time. I attributed my enthusiasm to the amazing orgasm I had and how good it felt to touch her. It didn’t cross my mind that something else was going on at the same time.

After we had met a few times, I was unhappy when we had to part ways. Later, she told me that she felt the same. We wanted to be together. It wasn’t the sex. Well, partly it was the sex, but there was more. I was happier when we were together. Food tasted better, the sun seemed brighter; I was in love. Luckily, she felt the same. That feeling has continued to grow over the last 12 years or so.

What I realized yesterday was that on levels I had no idea existed, a bond was building between us. What seemed to us a very lucky accident was, after that first meeting, anything but accidental. Neither of us realized it at the time, but we are soul mates. I know that sounds corny. Maybe it is. But is is the only way I can explain the profound effect my lioness has on me. Damn good thing my love radar was working that afternoon I thought I was just going to get laid.

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Sunday was a quiet, at-home day. We did a few chores and relaxed. Late in the afternoon, Mrs. Lion strapped me into the sling. She spanked and teased me. Then, without any warning, she masturbated me to orgasm. Then, since 2.0 is now on the scene, she fed every drop to me. Yuck! It was great to come, but not so great to eat it.  Before we went down to the dungeon, I was eating some peanut M&M’s. As she fed me the semen she said, “This will get the taste of M&M’s out of your mouth.” For the record, it did. I felt much more cheerful after this episode. It isn’t so much that I had an orgasm. It’s more that it feels like things are back to normal.

I was really surprised when she let me come. I was sure that this would be a teasing session. But then, 2.0 isn’t even a little predictable. Also, I did not suggest any activity at all. Sunday was 100% 2.0. Way to go! Along with the sexual stimulation, I was edged many times, Mrs. Lion spanked me with a combination of her hands and a light wooden spoon. It was a symphony of sting and thud.

Today is the first day of my last week on my current assignment. I have some possibilities for new things to do. If my age doesn’t get in the way, I am well qualified for all of them. I am cautiously hopeful. There is no question that this situation affects us both. Yesterday, for a while, all that left my mind. All I could focus on was the stimulation I received. It was a very welcome break from worry.

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In: Edging, Lion's Journal, Sex

Duh! That’s what I hear you saying to yourself when you read the title of this post. Beside being redundant, it’s also obvious. I don’t think so, at least about being obvious. Let me explain. I’ve been feeling down about the fact that my current employment assignment is ending shortly. I worry that it will take a long time to find more work. I’ve also been uninterested in sex. Tuesday night my libido returned. That feels good.

For guys locked in a chastity device, being horny doesn’t always equate with feeling good. It is frustrating. Some prefer losing interest in sex when they can’t have it. I like it a lot when I’m locked up and horny. I like it when I’m unlocked and horny too. I like to be horny. Colors are brighter, music sounds better. Naah. That’s not true. But when I am horny my thoughts turn to things I truly love to think about.

When I’m horny, I look for new ways 2.0 can torture me. When I’m horny I am way less interested in my comfort than I am in sexual attention. I’m more agreeable. I’ve learned that quickly saying yes to Mrs. Lion leads to good things for me. I also love to be edged. I know, I know, it is frustrating and when she stops stimulating me I wish she would continue. But my overall reaction is pleasure. I truly love the buildup of excitement. I crave Mrs. Lion’s touch. I adore the sunggles afterward.

Also, when I am horny I tend to be more optimistic about the problems facing me. My job search looks brighter. The bills become more manageable. Isn’t sex amazing?

Here’s the part that astounded me when I noticed it: Enforced chastity with the very limited opportunities to ejaculate enhances the positive benefits I get from being horny. It’s not just that I stay horny a lot longer than I would if free to come when I want. It’s that there is an external force, Mrs. Lion/2.0, who owns my arousal and eventual release. Everything about my sex life is completely under her control. I can’t even get an erection without her cooperation.

It could be my anticipation and the excitement each night knowing that it could be the night. It could also be my knowledge that my only opportunity for sexual stimulation is next to me in bed. I would never have said this before enforced chastity, but the very fact that I can’t masturbate or even get hard without my lioness is exciting. In the past I would have said that jerking off didn’t have any effect on my sexual interest in her. It didn’t in one way, but on a much deeper level this absolute dependence turns out to make a big difference to me. Live and learn.