Mrs. Lion growled at me in her post yesterday. She made it very clear that she didn’t like my growl about her not playing with me or waiting so long I couldn’t enjoy it. She hid the TV remotes. All she had to do was tell me I couldn’t watch. She wanted to make a point about my comment that I could pause the TV any time she told me she wanted to do something. I don’t know if you remember the sitcom, “Becker”. Ted Danson plays a grumpy family doctor. In one episode a teenage boy comes to Becker because he keeps getting spontaneous erections at odd times. He said (paraphrasing), “Once I was doing chores for my mom and I got one. Now she thinks I like doing them.” Today, when I read Mrs. Lion’s post I felt a distinct sexual twinge between my legs. I know that I hate that she said she would stop my TV watching and would lock me up Friday night instead of Sunday, but I got aroused. I can’t explain it, but I don’t like the implications. This was a very rare time when Mrs. Lion put her paw down. My head didn’t like it at all, but apparently another part of me did.

I shouldn’t be surprised. I did ask for FLM (Female Led Marriage) and domestic discipline, so some part of me wanted her to use her power. I truly didn’t like what she was going to do, but I liked that she did it. I learned two things from this: I had a positive sexual reaction to punishment that I truly didn’t want, and my reaction to what she said she was doing had a similar effect to playing with my penis. That is, the post was enough to start the hormones flowing and make me horny again. Last night Mrs. Lion edged me a couple of times which confirmed that mental stimulation is effective to keep me sexually interested. It wasn’t the same intensity she gets when she plays with me, but it was enough to light my pilot light. My scheduled orgasm is today and I am truly ready.

Last night you may have noticed that our site was unavailable now and then. This was due to scheduled data center maintenance and some security updates I had to do to my servers. I apologize if this inconvenienced you in any way. Mrs. Lion has promised extensive play and an orgasm today. I’ll tell you about it in my next post.

Lion likes to assume the worst. What I see as a week’s worth of getting used to his new job and how that affects the way things run around here, he sees as a loss for his libido and play time. It’s not enough that I said we’ll catch up on the weekend. He should know about trying to catch up on things since we’re trying to play catch up with our bills. It doesn’t happen overnight. Well it could, but I couldn’t make the weekend get here any faster. Believe me, I tried.

Today I was going to have a me day. Lion has had an extended, albeit unwanted, vacation for the past six months. Today was going to be my first me day in a long time. I had big plans. I had no plans. That’s what me time is. I was going to vegetate. Then life invaded. There are chores to do. I get it. Lion did a lot while he was home. I just wanted one day. Nope.

Lion is unhappy about being neglected. Understandable. I’m unhappy when he ignores me too. However, we spoke about the uncertainty of his new job. There were logistics we couldn’t control. By the time we get home we’re tired and then we need dinner and then we need showers and then we can settle in. Lion talks about pausing the TV. The other night when I went to take a shower he acted like he didn’t want to pause it so I could watch the show with him. But he wants to pause it to play. Okay. Last night he didn’t want to watch Jeopardy so he could turn on the football game. I’m going to tell him to pause the Giants when they are actually playing well so we can play? I don’t think so. Well, tonight that won’t be an issue.

I’m hiding the remotes. All of them. Living room, bedroom, Lion’s office – hidden. There’s nothing to pause if you can’t turn it on to begin with. Will I miss Jeopardy again? Yup. Will Lion be neglected tonight? Nope. Will I be able to resurrect Mr. Weenie from the dead? I don’t know but I’m going to try. And whether Mr. Weenie cooperates or not, Lion will be locked up again tonight. I know I said he was going to be wild till after his orgasm on Saturday or Sunday, but I’ve changed my mind. Don’t poke the lioness and you won’t feel her claws.

According to Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday, I will stay wild into the weekend. I do enjoy not wearing the cage. But it doesn’t make me horny or tempts me to do anything sexual. The big reason, other than I won’t  do anything on my own is that after three days of no stimulation, I lose interest. It isn’t incurable, but it does bother me that it happens at all. It’s natural; I know that. The older a man gets, the easier it is to abandon sex. I don’t have the stats at my fingertips, but libido drops off each year over fifty. One reason the vast majority of guys practicing enforced chastity are over fifty. Very few are under forty. In my case, it wasn’t flagging sexual drive as much as how exciting the thought of penis bondage is to me.

Based on my reading of posts and forum entries by men over fifty who I believe are not just writing fantasies, it seems that many are happy to have longer and longer waits. Some are happy to abandon orgasms permanently. I have no doubt that the decision is partly due to loss of sexual interest. The bonus is that the keyholder has been getting lots of orgasms so she is very happy to continue as sexual recipient. Most of the men report that they get sexual pleasure from their keyholders’ orgasms and substitute it for their own.

For a long time I found that hard to believe. I love my orgasms and I couldn’t see giving them up for any reason. But now that I have had no stimulation for most of the week, I can understand how that happens. Mrs. Lion reported that I had little interest in play. She said it was due to all the changes going on. I’m sure that is a big contributor. Another is that Mrs. Lion shows no real inclination to play until after 9 PM. Given I get about five hours sleep a night and as it gets later I get more itchy and tired, it isn’t surprising that my interest is low.

Mrs. Lion needs time to unwind and play iPad games. Unfortunately, when she is ready to go, I’ve past my play-before time. This isn’t a new issue. It’s come up before. I really can’t do anything. Time is not on my side. Every passing day without stimulation reduces my overall interest. Every evening when it passes 9 PM, what interest I had is gone. The general theory that the longer a man waits, the more desperate for sex he gets simply isn’t true for me. Every day without stimulation (edging or teasing) reduces my interest. If I’m watching TV, which is one reason I get for not playing earlier, I  can always hit “pause”. I know that Mrs. Lion says that I don’t show interest and that is a reason she doesn’t try. Of course, every day that goes by without teasing, the lower my hormones go and the less interested I am the next day.

I am sure that with an early start and her amazing lion-teasing skills, Mrs. Lion can revive me. Unfortunately,this isn’t just about sexual desire. For me, at least, there is an emotional cost. Each day as the 9 PM witching hour approaches I feel sad. It isn’t a bratty, “Why am I being ignored” feeling. It’s just my realization that I am getting too uncomfortable and tired even if she wants to play. I also realize that tomorrow I will be less interested. I’m not blaming Mrs. Lion. I think it is just my biological realities. My allergies get the best of me as the evening wears on and my ability to generate sexual hormones without stimulation prevents me from being horny the next day. I can get it all back with some attention from Mrs. Lion.

This has been a very instructive week. It’s proven to me that my initial assumption about enforced chastity that the male becomes more and more desperate for sex and becomes easier to control, was completely wrong. Over time, less for me, more for younger men, sexual interest will lessen and eventually disappear. In my case that doesn’t take long at all. I imagine at some point it becomes nearly impossible to reverse. I know Mrs. Lion won’t ever let that happen to me.

Yesterday was my first day of work. It was nice to be back as a productive member of society. It will take me a while to fully understand this new company and their products, but the people are very nice and I don’t feel buried. Mrs. Lion let me stay wild today. It gave me one less thing to worry about (layout of men’s room, etc.). The company has a full scale gym on premises. It will take some creativity to figure out how to change and workout with the cage on. I no longer have an excuse to avoid exercise. The gym is free, so our poverty isn’t an issue. After my first pay check, I can probably afford sweat pants and a long-sleeve shirt to use. I am sure that Mrs. Lion will not accept gym visits as a reason to remain wild. Even if she would, I don’t think I want that.

Sunday night was amazing. Mrs. Lion went lion riding and it felt wonderful. It didn’t take me too long to come. Of course, being edged a bunch of times first didn’t do anything for my staying power. I hope she will want to go riding again soon. My next scheduled orgasm is in four days; a very manageable wait. We’ve received a lot of criticism for my short wait times. It really seems to get to some people. Mrs. Lion growls every time we get a comment or email telling her that she should make me wait longer. This obvious difference between us and our detractors caused me to think about why we are different. The main difference, I think, is that Mrs. Lion hasn’t been interested in her own orgasms. I think many keyholders like the extra sexual energy devoted to then when their caged males wait longer and longer.

It becomes a game; a transfer of sexual communication from the traditional, male-led, male-ejaculatory sex to female orgasmic sex. There is a reduction of pressure on the keyholder to provide reciprocal pleasure. She can just enjoy her own orgasms without any obligation to provide one to her partner. For some women this is liberating. For many, if not most caged males, this transfer from receiving to exclusively providing pleasure is intensely exciting. As I have discovered, the act of taking away my ability to orgasm is a big turn on. Based on what other guys have written, this perverse pleasure is common. It may be why almost every caged male started his own chastity by asking someone to lock him up.

Where Mrs. Lion and I part company with most enforced chastity couples is that my chastity isn’t a game of constantly extended waits. Mrs. Lion keeps me waiting long enough to get very horny. Sometimes she pushes me well past that point with three or four week waits. Since I am used to an orgasm every ten days or so, the longer waits send home the message of who is in charge. In a way, the shorter waits set me up for greater frustration when my lioness makes me wait two or three times as long. She’s created a self-limiting environment where the currency is my frustration and longing. I think that she’s proven that continually extended wait time isn’t needed to exercise full sexual control of me. In our case, it’s the varying waits that keep me off sexual balance.