Orgasm #379
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On January 1, 2016, I started keeping track of my orgasms. I started because Mrs. Lion and I were having trouble remembering how long I had been locked in a chastity device and waiting for my next orgasm. The spreadsheet eliminated guesswork. Long after we stopped worrying about wait times, I still dutifully recorded each ejaculation. My latest entry was recorded yesterday.
I had a delightful Sunday afternoon blow job. Mrs. Lion reported that she didn’t get as much cream filling as last time, but there was a small reward for her efforts. When I recorded the event, I happened to notice that Yesterday was my 379th orgasm since I started keeping records. That factors out to an average of 3.35 orgasms a month, or just over 40 a year.What does all this mean? Not much, really.
The most significant thing about those numbers is that they show a significant change in my sexual behavior. Before that fateful day in December 2013, when we started male chastity, I had an orgasm almost every day. I didn’t record the data, but it is fair to say that between jerking off and sex with a partner, I had between five and seven orgasms a week.
Things didn’t change immediately. As Mrs. Lion and I settled into orgasm control, the frequency of my orgasms declined. She never had a concept of how many I should get. Some women believe that an orgasm once every ten days or so is enough for a man. Of course, they have no basis for that idea. Mrs. Lion took a more organic approach. She learned to like edging me. It was fun for me, too. We settled into a routine of several days of edging, followed by a handjob to orgasm. There was no formula for how many times I needed edging before I could ejaculate. At least I don’t think there was. Over time, the edging sessions tapered off. Maybe Mrs. Lion didn’t like doing them. [Mrs. Lion — I thought we stopped because ED was making erections difficult and we hadn’t figured out how to deal with that.] Instead, we had no sex of any kind for about a week or so, then Mrs. Lion would get me off.
I’m sure Mrs. Lion didn’t plan to train me, but she did. I learned not to masturbate. I haven’t jerked off since 2013. I also learned to accept her vision of when I should get off. Male mammals are in heat all of the time. That means we (I’m a male mammal) are always ready to mate. Females of most species are only interested in sex when they are in heat. The poor males have to stay horny until a female in heat lets them get off. Primates, like us, also use sex as social glue. Our females make themselves available for sex even when not able to conceive.
The decision to have sex is shared in human relationships. When there is a big unbalance–one partner wants sex a lot more than the other–masturbation can fill in the gaps. When I was trained not to masturbate, my sex drive couldn’t control how often I got off. I had to wait for Mrs. Lion to use her hand, mouth, or, rarely, her vagina to get me off. She and she alone decided when I could get off. In a way, I’m like the four-footed mammals who have to wait until a female goes into heat.
Maybe that statistic is significant. Would I be at orgasm 379 if we didn’t choose male chastity? I’m very sure I wouldn’t. The number would almost surely be three times as many. Instead of an orgasm every seven to eleven days (on average), it would be every two or three days. If Mrs. Lion didn’t dislike the idea of me masturbating, the number would be much higher.
Believe it or not, I have no idea why she so strongly disliked the idea of me jerking off. Other partners in the past would make use of my ability to get myself off. When not in the mood for active sex, they would offer to “help” me. They would tickle my balls or put a finger in my ass while I jerked off. I think they were entertained watching me jerking. I was never very fond of dong this, but it was better than nothing, or was it?
I understand that my male chastity isn’t about sex. It’s about using my strongest and most basic drive to demonstrate control. Unlike BDSM, male chastity is about real power exchange. i surrendered my most significant primal need. Mrs. Lion doesn’t need cuffs, whips, and BDSM trappings to maintain control. She owns the one thing I like the most: my ability to ejaculate.