Yesterday was my orgasm day. I had an amazing time. Mrs. Lion began the festivities by unlocking me and then playing with my penis until it was nice and hard. She then had me roll over (lions can do some tricks). She then used a combination of her hands, a leather strap, a paddle, and a flogger to nicely warm my buns. Her pacing was excellent. I enjoyed it from beginning to end. After the spanking she had me roll over again onto my back. She then edged me several times. I was way past tree-humping horny. Finally she lubed me up and climbed on for a short-but-wonderful lion ride. I exploded inside of her. Pure heaven! This had to be one of the most wonderful orgasms in memory.

Mrs. Lion has set my next scheduled orgasm for December 24, a ten day wait. We’ve both received comments that a scheduled orgasm date is a loss of power for Mrs. Lion. Some believe that she should be able to give orgasms or make me wait at any time she wants. A scheduled orgasm date takes some control away from her. I disagree. On more than one occasion Mrs. Lion has said that she needs structure to make sure she follows through on her commitments. She makes sure that she teases me or does something else every other day. That isn’t for me. It isn’t topping from the bottom. It is for her. She has created a framework for her role as keyholder.

Now a scheduled orgasm date is much more than structure for Mrs. Lion. It is a powerful tool she can use to control me. Aside from the occasional bonus orgasms, I see in black and white the next time I can come. I find myself counting the days. That date fixes my attention on my eventual reward. Where does the control come in? Simple. I also know that date can change. Mrs. Lion can add time whenever she wants. She did it once. It was only a day, but that extension hit me hard. I hadn’t realized how much I was counting on that orgasm date. When Mrs. Lion added a day, I was crushed. My scheduled orgasm date has become very important to me.  I like to pretend I don’t care, but I do. I care a lot. One key to having power over another is to control something that person cares about.

So, if there were no scheduled release dates, Mrs. Lion would have to depend on telling me that I could have come, but (fill in the reason). This is actually far weaker in terms of control. Why? Because I hadn’t expected to come, so telling me that I lost a chance I never knew I had isn’t that bad. But losing a chance I had been counting on for a long time. That really hurts. This isn’t about hurting me. Mrs. Lion wants to make me happy. But it is about controlling me. She is learning very well how to do that. She has become quite expert as my keyholder. Thank you, Mrs. Lion!

Nope. I haven’t given Lion his orgasm yet today. We’ve been doing chores. I still need to do his manscaping. But I think it’s fun to change the date before he has one. First, because it gives him something to think about. Second, this time he doesn’t know I’ve changed it yet.

His new date is Christmas Eve. Mrs. Santa Lion will give him a nice present. But first he needs tonight’s orgasm. And, as I alluded to the other day, I think tonight will be a spanking night. It’s been a while since he’s had sexy red buns. I might even have another surprise for him. We’ll see how things go.

For almost two weeks Lion was at least partially out of commission. I think we only missed one normal play day because he wasn’t up to it. Most of those play days involved edging or ball play. He was in too much pain for spanking or even anal play. Now my pet is back to normal and ready for fun. Of course we’re both happy he feels better but I’m sure he’s looking forward to having red buns too. He may not admit it though.

Today is my scheduled orgasm day. Between hurting my back and my bonus orgasm, I am not as crazy horny as usual. That doesn’t mean I’m not ready, willing, and able to squirt for Mrs. Lion. I will be a very grateful lion tomorrow. Most of the time I don’t think about my chastity device or the fact that it prevents me from erection and orgasm. That, I suppose, is because sex isn’t on my mind most of the time. But when my thoughts drift in that direction, things change drastically.

Like times when I am driving and I start to think about some of my sexual adventures. I’m sure you know what I mean; some hot memories are way more entertaining than NPR. Sometimes the memories are rather vivid and I can feel a stirring between my legs. My hand drifts down and encounters…my cage. The same sort of thing happens at night when drifting off to sleep; sexy thought followed by touching my cage.

I can’t say that I am disappointed when I feel that steel barrier. I am not happy either. Usually, I mentally ask myself, “What were you thinking?” and then smile and remember that my penis doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to Mrs. Lion. She only lets me use it to pee. When we were first starting out with this, I would get a bit aroused each time I had that thought. After nearly 11 months the thought evokes a bemused sigh. When I’m thinking more rationally, I have to admit that my sex life has taken a big turn toward the better over these last months. Ironically, by losing control of my cock, I seem to be having way more fun. Lions are more complex critters than I thought.

Before I suggested we try enforced chastity, I thought about what my wish for this meant. I am not a submissive person. I’ve been an active top and BDSM educator for almost 30 years. I have always enjoyed bottoming, but that was restricted to individual sessions, not full time. Obviously there is no comfortable label for my current state. Poor Mrs. Lion. No wonder it is hard for her to figure out what I want.

Most of the time I like to end a post with a pithy explanation I think you might find helpful. This one ends with me puzzled. I have no idea why I am so happy with our sex life that I don’t want anything to change. I live with a Mature Metal Jail Bird locked to my penis. I don’t always like that it is there, but I can’t think of any reason why I would want it permanently removed.  Let me know if you see something I don’t. Please.

Lion thinks he is letting me down by not giving me sex. Funny. I think I’m letting him down by not wanting sex. When I try to decide how I will play with him on a given night, I think how great it would be if I could just jump on him and go for a ride. Of course I could. But I’m talking about really wanting to do it.

As I edge him I’m trying to get him to a point that he will go out of his mind if I don’t let him come right that instant. I want him to be ready to burst at the seams. And if I do let him come I want him to see stars and fireworks.

Lion has always been a horny being. He does have his off days, but for the most part he’s ready to go at all times. He says he gets turned on just by thinking about me. I have always been less horny. I don’t know if it’s a female thing or what. I do love snuggling with him and when he bends over in front of me it’s a very yummy sight, but it doesn’t get my juices flowing. I guess I have to make it more of a priority. But what if it’s something I can’t control? I don’t think I want to go through any hormone treatment. When is it ok to not want sex? When will Lion stop feeling like it’s a failure on his part?