I Call the Shots
Lion is worried that he’s calling the shots as far as orgasms are concerned. He’s referring to a conversation in which I said he could have an orgasm any time he wants one but he doesn’t want one. I was teasing him because sometimes he questions why I gave him an orgasm. My response, aside from wondering why he’d question an orgasm, is usually “Why not?” or “Because I wanted to.”
He’s not calling the shots. He gets an orgasm for a variety of reasons.
Sometimes I’ve gone too far when I edge him and he gets one by default because I don’t want him to have a ruined orgasm. Sometimes it’s a special day (i.e. birthday or Christmas). Sometimes he’s horny enough for me to give him one. Whether that’s because I deem he’s waited long enough or he shows me he’s very horny and desperate. Sometimes I just want to give him one whether he’s horny enough, has waited long enough, etc. or not. Either way, it’s my choice.
Lion’s allergies have been killing him lately so there hasn’t been much action in the lion’s den. His last orgasm was eight days ago. Today he feels horny. He also feels yucky. We’ll have to wait till later to see if he wants to snuggle or if he’s up for more.
Not Quite Oz
My allergies continue to plague me. I suspect that something triggered a process that once started, is very difficult to stop. The reason my post is so short today (and late) is because I just couldn’t write last night.
Mrs. Lion thinks I am not interested in sex. When my throat and nose settle down, I most certainly am. It’s too primal to be completely obliterated by mere allergies.
Mrs. Lion said an odd thing the other day. I can’t quite remember the context, but I asked her about the frequency of my orgasms. She replied that I can have them when I want. Is our sexual power exchange ending? I hope not. I suspect that she took my recent writing to heart. I wrote that the male chastity power exchange is by the request of the male. It is. She apparently interpreted that to mean that the actual details are also under my control.
I didn’t mean that at all. Initiating a power exchange doesn’t necessarily mean controlling it once it’s running. No, I don’t want that. Yes, I want enforced male chastity and a FLR with discipline. But I don’t want to operate the levers behind the curtain. I’m not the author of what happens to me. I’m just the very willing victim.
Sometimes, Mrs. Lion takes it too much to heart when I mildly complain about an orgasm given too soon (in my view). Of course, I expect her to tell me, “Too bad. I want you to have one now.”
But since she does this to make me happy, my reviews of her performance mean a lot. The thing is, that I’m not reviewing, just whining. The absolute truth is that I never know what the right wait should be for me. It’s a good thing I don’t get to decide.
The fact that what we do is in place because it works very well for me shouldn’t be interpreted that I get to call any of the shots. I meant it when I said that my surrender is unconditional. In a very real sense, I have no say in when, or for that matter, if I get to ejaculate. I don’t make the rules. I don’t decide what punishments I earn.
All I get to do is request the power exchange and then live inside Mrs. Lion’s rules and boundaries.
Monday
Oh, it’s Monday alright. Neither of us feels well. I’m heading home after a conference call assuming that conference call isn’t cancelled like the first one of the morning. Lion said he’s heading home early too. We’ll curl up together and try to feel better.
We watched our football team finally manage their first win of the season yesterday. I thought we’d get creamed but this time it was the other team that fell apart. Since we recorded the game, we watched it in the evening and we didn’t play. I’m not sure if Lion would have felt up to it anyway. His allergies have still been killing him. It doesn’t help that I’ve been cleaning and stirring up dust.
I’m not sure what will happen tonight if we both feel yucky now. We’ll have to play it by ear. Somehow feeling yucky together is better than only one of us feeling yucky. Misery loves company, I guess. Not that either of us wants the other to feel yucky. We just like to be together.
So we’ll see how things go tonight. There’s no pressure to play. If it’s not tonight, it’ll happen tomorrow night or the next night. No rush. The important thing is to feel better.
Behind The Magic Of Male Chastity
My view of chastity devices has changed radically over the last four years. When I first started writing for this blog in 2014, I thought of the male chastity device as a tool for female domination. It took away my ability to have an orgasm unless Mrs. Lion unlocked me. That was a hot, but naive perspective. I wrote about my amazement that men always originated the idea of enforced chastity. I should clarify that to mean the locked male starts things off.
I rationalized this by claiming that since enforced chastity is consensual, the potentially caged male is the logical initiator. I couldn’t be more wrong.
Generally, women don’t spend very much time thinking of their partner’s penis. It’s just not top-of-mind for them. If they think about it at all, they think about how it is used sexually. Flaccid penises aren’t all that interesting to either sex.
The fantasy is that the woman wants her male caged so she can be sure his penis isn’t involved in any sexual activity without her direct permission and supervision. The chastity device assures this. That does sound reasonable. It isn’t.
What that says is that women don’t trust their partners to keep their hands and weenies to themselves. The key is trust. Why would a woman marry a man she can’t trust? Well, it’s true that a percentage of me (and women) cheat and have sex with others. Often discovery of this indiscretion ends the relationship. If he cheated, does locking his cock in a chastity device provide a way to stay together?
Some guys claim it does. But, of course, it doesn’t. It comes down to trust. For her to stay in the relationship after sexual betrayal, there have to be many good reasons. It could be that she doesn’t want to break up the family, loves him enough to forgive him, etc. It’s never that he lets her lock his cock up so he can’t cheat. She needs to trust that he won’t do it again.
As you probably know, the standard chastity device can be escaped. Even with a piercing to lock it on, a determined guy can get out. Most of us who wear them carry an emergency key to get it off if necessary. That makes sense because the device is on your penis because you want it there. You asked to be locked up. Your partner realized it would make you happy to wear it. She (or he) is happy to let you believe you’re wearing it to assure that you adhere to a power exchange. I believed that for a long time.
I never tried to take mine off. I was the one who wanted it there. Mrs. Lion plays the game because she knows I like it. Since my surgery, I’ve been wild (not locked in a device). Initially, it was because sitting to pee was too difficult for me to manage with an injured shoulder. Later, I came to the realization that my adherence to enforced male chastity has nothing to do with the device. It’s about my obedience to Mrs. Lion’s wishes.
I’m not allowed to masturbate. There are no exceptions to that rule. Mrs. Lion has been very clear that she considers masturbation as a form of infidelity. It turns out that this rule has nothing to do with any desire I may have about being controlled. It’s something she is very serious about and has nothing to do with submission or chastity. She trusts me to obey it. The last time I masturbated was in early January 2014 when she had me jerk off while she watched. That was it, the end, finito.
I remain wild. Mrs. Lion or I can change that at any time. She may lock me up because she decides it will be more fun for me if I am caged. I may ask her to do it again for the same reason. I know she has said she will lock me up for punishment. I am very sure she said that because she thought the idea would be exciting for me.
There’s nothing wrong with asking to be locked up and then living the hot-to-me-at-least fantasy of being locked in a chastity device. If your partner is willing to be part of that, you are lucky. It’s even fine to actually believe that she wants you caged and under sexual domination. That’s super hot for me. But I think it is important to recognize the underlying truth too. All this penis stuff tends to be male in origin and practice. Our partners participate out of a desire to make us happy.
