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I have to admit that I’m confused. Mrs. Lion has been writing about wanting to spank me, play, and have sex. Yet, in real life, she has been distant and apparently uninterested in anything involving me. This afternoon (Sunday), I asked what she had on her agenda. She responded that she planned on clearing some cartons in the living room. Not even slightly promising.

Is she waiting for me to ask her to spank me? That makes no sense at all. When it comes to sex, for the last couple of months, I have had to ask her. That’s uncomfortable at best. I guess it’s time to give up. She is absolutely uninterested. Yesterday, she wrote (“A Nice, Long Weekend“) that she owes me a spanking for interrupting her. Once again, in real life, she’s been silent.

This is one of those situations that I’m not well equipped to handle. Here’s what I face. When I finish this post and go into the bedroom to watch TV, she will tell me that I was busy watching TV, so she didn’t have a chance to do so (fill in the blank). If I stay here in my office, I’ll get the same answer. There’s nothing I can do or not do that will trigger anything interactive.

If she decides to read this post before it’s too late to play, she might respond verbally. I’m not counting on it. My guess is that she’ll do the cartons, water the epiphytes, and then go back to her iPad. If she reads my post, there’s no guarantee that she will respond. Her usual comment is, “It was a good post.” The subject matter is ignored.

No matter. I love her and will spend the rest of my life with her.

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I think I’m done for a while making changes to our blog. While the visible differences are small, our platform is bigger and stronger. Readership is up, and we can support it. Some of our usual features are not fully integrated yet, but they will be soon. We were due for a cleanup after a decade. A blog can accumulate a lot of junk.

Monday night was orgasm night for me. I did the Edex injection after my shower, and Mrs. Lion ended her workday. I was fully erect in less than five minutes. Mrs. Lion gave me a great orgasm. Then we had some of our homemade beef-barley soup for dinner, snuggled under the covers, and watched TV. All in all, a very pleasant evening.

We are both worried about having to move. It’s a giant undertaking that is stressing us out. It’s going to chew up a lot of our savings with no real benefit to us. We like where we live and were promised at least eight years before we would have to relocate. That’s the problem with leasing, especially in this state. The law requires that any lease that goes for more than one year must include land surveys of the property. This effectively eliminates longer leases.

Oh well, we’ll figure it out. We always do.

This afternoon, I’m going to get blood tests in preparation for my annual physical tomorrow. What a drag! It’s cold (40o F) and cloudy, a perfect time to stay home and snuggle. Speaking of things to do, I have to get back to my writing. I’ve put it off long enough. While we’re on the subject of overdue stuff, spanking, and our disciplinary activities have also fallen by the wayside. I can’t blame Mrs. Lion; she’s under a ton of stress. She did mention my “virgin” butt last night, so maybe she hasn’t completely forgotten.

Uh oh.

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We were supposed to try for an orgasm again on Monday night. Instead, we watched our Giants win over the Packers. It was an interesting game with another NFL cliffhanger ending. Mrs. Lion keeps writing about spanking me but doesn’t seem in the mood to swat me. Her shoulders have been hurting, which has something to do with the delay. Yes, I know I’m going to regret reminding her here.

I’m going to be testing a new custom male chastity device. It’s the Mature Metal Micro Watchful Mistress male chastity device. It’s a tiny 1/2-inch-long cage with a flat front. What makes this one particularly interesting is that it includes a waist chain that prevents pull-out. One issue with very short cages is that they can be easy to escape. The waist chain holds it firmly against the body and prevents that temptation. William, who makes these devices, says that the chain gives him a sense of security and is comfortable to wear.

I’m a strong advocate of comfort over security when it comes to wearing a male chastity device. If you can’t work, play, and sleep while wearing one, you probably won’t be wearing it for long. As I’ve discovered, the real benefit of enforced male chastity comes after long-term wear. I’ve been successfully trained not to masturbate. It’s been a decade (as of today) since the last time I jerked off. The change was facilitated by full-time male chastity device wear.

When Mrs. Lion learned that I masturbated, she was unhappy. She never imagined I did it. For my part, I thought she knew. Her first rule was that I couldn’t masturbate. Since I was immediately locked into a male chastity device, and it only came off in her presence, masturbation was impossible. After about three years of full-time lockup, I was cured. Do I get a ten-year chip for keeping my hands off? [Mrs. Lion — For the record, I guess I wasn’t unaware that he did it. Maybe it was more the frequency that surprised me.]

I’ve wondered if Mrs. Lion was unique in not being aware that men jerked off, even after they married. I’ve also wondered how many women care if men do it. My ex-wife encourged me to jerk off when she wasn’t in the mood for sex. Sometimes she would tickle my balls while I did it.

I never gave any thought to whether or not any of my partners masturbated. I don’t think any did. It seems to be more of a male activity. I’d love to hear from our female readers about their opinions on this subject. Leave a comment or a Contact Us. Thanks!

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The very fact that Mrs. Lion and  I ever met was incredibly unlikely. That we found love was amazing. This may seem like an odd thing to say over twenty years later, but I still shake my head in wonder when I think about it.

Way back then, she lived in upstate New York. Her family had been there for ages. She was in an unhappy marriage and was feeling restless. She was determined to meet and mate with someone somewhere. Meeting me wasn’t her first attempt. I was lucky her prior efforts failed.

She put her profile on a dating site. That’s how our paths crossed.

I had been in an increasingly difficult relationship with a woman I met through a BDSM organization. She was a 24/7 self-defined slave. In fact, she was a smart, strong-willed woman who desperately needed to submit and serve. We were together for nearly ten years. I didn’t want for sex or anything else. My problem was that her needs prevented her from any sense of partnership. In her mind, she had to be property, not a partner, ever.

That sort of situation is doomed from the start. I’ve known a few couples who successfully sustained that master/slave dynamic. They did it by consciously recognizing that these were roles they were playing. In reality, they were sharing their lives. The woman I was with couldn’t make that leap. Also, I’ve always been a switch and I badly missed bottoming. That would have been easy to fix if she could live in a more integrated way.

Anyway, I was restless, too. It wasn’t so much that I needed sex as it was I needed to mate, to connect out of mutual desire and raw lust. I found the same dating site where Mrs. Lion had posted her profile. She included a picture of her face. She was smiling. I loved that smile. I took a chance and sent her a message.

She responded. I knew from past experience that it is a bad thing to have an extended online correspondence before a meeting. It’s just too easy to build up a false image of the other person. I was determined to meet in person as soon as possible. We exchanged a few sets of messages. She made it clear she wanted sex, not romance. I felt the same way. We decided to meet at a motel and have anal sex. Why? She wanted it, and I liked it too. Why not?

We met, and I was inside her less than fifteen minutes after opening the motel room door. I suppose you could say that we were two horny people who needed to get laid. It wasn’t that simple. Mrs. Lion didn’t have an orgasm from our anal sex. I did, of course. But then, I had a willing partner waiting at home. No, we might have hooked up on that first date, but neither of us understood the significance at the time.

We met again a few days later for another round of anal sex. Afterward, we talked and learned about one another. We convinced ourselves that this was just about sex. Of course, it wasn’t. When Mrs. Lion talked about plans for meetings and other things, she always said “we” when referring to us. Of course, you say. Well, no, my submissive partner only said “you.” It wasn’t an accident. She never thought of herself as sharing our lives. She belonged to me like the dog or my car. A couple of weeks after I began meeting Mrs. Lion, she moved out.

Instead of motels, Mrs. Lion came to my house, where we had various kinds of sex. She was convinced that our relationship was just sexual. I was starting to realize that there was more going on. I suspect that she knew it, too, but wasn’t ready to admit it to herself. When she tells the story, she says that it got harder and harder to leave. I wished she could stay. I wanted to have breakfast with her.

After a while, she told her husband that she was leaving and moved in with me. She filed for divorce soon after. We got married almost two years to the day after our first meeting. We’ve been happy ever since. The moral of my tale? Well, maybe it’s don’t turn down anal sex on the first date.