Lion’s boner juice worked yesterday. He showed me Mr. Weenie and proudly said, “What do you think of this!” It was nice. He said he wasn’t quite hard enough. In my opinion, the injection just needs to get him most of the way there. When we play or I suck him, I get him the rest of the way. I don’t think that’s much different from “regular” sex. He needs to be turned on. Isn’t he the one who said just because the penis is hard doesn’t mean he’s excited?

I don’t know how many days it was since his last orgasm [Lion — 11]. I wasn’t sure he was going to have one yesterday. I was working away when the timer went off for the dog’s birthday cupcake. He wasn’t close then. He’d gotten a tiny bit soft, but boy, when I got back to sucking, he was at full attention. Clearly, he liked what I was doing. (Me too!) And just to prove it, he had an orgasm. I toyed with the idea of edging him, but I don’t want to get too creative until we really figure out the dosage.

The only problem with his orgasm was that I didn’t get any cream filling. Or so I thought. There was some in the back of my mouth. He must have shot it straight down my throat. No fair! At least I got some. I asked him if I needed to make him wait 30 days to have that wonderful mouthful of cream filling. Neither one of us wants that. I’ll take what I can get.

Today, I’m mowing the lawn. I’ve been out twice so far. I have one more patch to go. I’m not sure if I’ve done it in thirds or not. Anyway, it shouldn’t take more than another hour. All of this lawn mowing adds steps to my step counter for a challenge I’m doing for work. I know I need to walk more or be more active in some way. Joining the challenge was a way to make myself do it. Along the way, I may lose some more weight. I’m down 39 pounds so far. We still have lots more bland Nutrisystem food to go before I hit my target. We’re both getting there.

As part of my research into erectile dysfunction (ED), I came across a startling bit of information from Memorial Sloan Kettering, one of the world’s leading cancer hospitals and research centers. They had this to say about erections:

“The tissue that causes you to get an erection (erectile tissue) is a muscle. Going long periods of time without an erection is unhealthy for erectile tissue and may damage it.

We believe having erections keeps erectile tissue healthy.”

This is the first time I’ve encountered this information. It doesn’t say orgasms are needed, just erections. Sloan Kettering has a lot of experience with ED. It’s a common issue with prostate and some other cancers and their therapies. This advice suggests that practicing male chastity should include regular opportunities to allow erections.

Mrs. Lion always unlocked me every two or three days. While unlocked, she teased me. I had plenty of frustrating erections. Practicing long-term male chastity may need to take this male conditioning into account. I know that there are men who have successfully stayed locked up for long periods and still maintain their ability to get hard. Perhaps when we tried to get hard inside our devices, that provided sufficient exercise to maintain penis health. It makes sense to consider this advice when doing long-term lockups.

One of the most frequent questions that we get is whether penis size is affected by long-term wearing of a male chastity device. I wore a device for more than three years with only the regular exercise sessions that Mrs. Lion gave me. There was no change in size as a result of being locked up. I haven’t heard of any erectile tissue damage as a result of wearing a male chastity device. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

No one has studied the effects of long-term male chastity device wear. Since people are more likely to comment if they have a problem, it’s likely that the risk of damage caused by a male chastity device is low. Based on my experience and what I’ve read, the following suggestions provide a sensible framework for safely practicing enforced male chastity:

  • If wearing a device causes irritation of any kind, immediately remove the device. A properly fitted male chastity device can be worn without any irritation or discomfort. Adding lube or creams to relieve irritation might cover more serious damage later. Invest in a device that fits without hurting you.
  • Stay clean. Closed tubes like the Holy Trainer can breed bacteria. Urine can remain inside and cause problems for you. Open cages like the Jail Bird are easier to keep clean. Even they get build-ups of body oils and other materials. If your device begins to smell, remove it and clean the device and your penis. It makes sense to remove any device at least weekly to inspect your penis and clean both it and the device. I bought an inexpensive ultrasound jewelry cleaner and use it to deep clean my devices. I put a capful of ultrasonic detergent into the machine and clean for ten minutes. Doing this monthly will keep your device in great shape. Some people soak their devices in vinegar. This will dissolve body oils but doesn’t do as good a job as an ultrasound cleaner.
  • Get regular “exercise.” Maintain penis health by getting regular erections. Mrs. Lion exercised me by edging me a couple of times a week. Exercise is not an excuse for more orgasms. Exercise sessions are good times to inspect to make sure there is no irritation. Also, by exercising, Mrs. Lion and I had a chance to share intimacy without more than some hand attention.

Despite the fantasy scenarios, manageable male chastity is a game played by two. The objective is to control orgasms. In the beginning, this usually involves a male chastity device. Over time, it can evolve into free-range male chastity. The objective is the same, and the rules are just as strict. I haven’t had a single orgasm that wasn’t provided by Mrs. Lion since 2013. Erections don’t count. I can have all of them I want.

Lion feels a little better today. His stomach seems to be back to normal. However, he still slept all morning. We ate lunch, and he’s taking it easy. I wish I knew what keeps happening to him. My latest theory is a problem with eating pineapple. I have no idea if that’s it, but I’m throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks.

Needless to say, his rules are still suspended. I don’t want him worrying about setting up the coffee pot or even closing the shower door. It’s more important for him to feel better. That’s the rule in effect for the moment: get better. Obviously, there’s no punishment involved if he doesn’t manage to get better right away.

With Lion’s tummy being upset, we haven’t been strictly adhering to our diet. Although much of the Nutrisystem menu is fairly tasteless, it’s still too much for his stomach to handle. We’ll get back to our regularly schedule meals in due time. You can’t rush stomachs when it comes to being upset.

Sex is, once again, on the back burner. Lion’s appointment next week has been changed to a virtual appointment. Since it’s a consultation, there’s no reason to be in the office physically. If he’s able to proceed with the injections, that appointment will likely be an all-day affair. He’ll have to feel much better for that.

Lion took a Viagra after dinner. We waited about an hour and then gave it a try. Nope. No good. He didn’t get hard. I guess Viagra isn’t the answer. I wonder if there’s such a thing as a larger dose. I’m trying to avoid the injection. Why? Chances are, with Lion’s limited vision, I’ll wind up being on the giving end of the needle. Not a fan.

You may think I’ve been lying this whole time. “See? I knew she wouldn’t do anything for him.” That is one hundred percent true. I learned a long time ago specifically not to say I’d do anything for him. Before Lion, I had no idea the things people do to each other. If I committed to do anything, who knows what he’d come up with. I’m not even saying I won’t do it. I’d just rather avoid doing it if at all possible.

After our failed attempt at sex, Lion’s stomach started acting up again. He spent a lot of the evening and night running for the bathroom. He’s been in bed most of the day. I’ve suspended his coffee pot rule. Actually, I’ll suspend all rules. I know he feels horrible. I won’t hold it against him if he spills something or interrupts me. I just want him to feel better.

When he does feel better, I need him to contact his doctor about this weird sickness. It’s happening too frequently to be ignored.