But The Other Guys Do It
Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday announced that she has decided she will masturbate in front of me. It was a big surprise. She’s been uninterested in sex for years. She’s doing it as a way of jump starting her libido. Great idea! It will be very hot watching her playing with her pussy. She’s never masturbated in my presence. In fact, I didn’t think she masturbated at all. I’m sure she told me she didn’t. She explained that this would be a first step to kick start her libido. She also said that I didn’t need the demo, I do a great job already. In any case, this is very good news to me.
I couldn’t help myself (you hear that a lot), I had to ask if that means I can jerk off too. The answer was a predictable “No!” She went on to say that she considered letting me do it in front of her now and then. My ears perked up. Then she said that she didn’t think it was a good idea. I helpfully pointed out that I haven’t done it in nearly four years. She smiled and said, “I know.”
I tried my next best play,
“But the other guys get to do it,” I pleaded.
“Who besides Julie’s husband does?” she calmly responded.
Long pause. “I don’t know.”
“See? The other guys don’t usually get to do it. Why should you?”
I had no answer to that. I looked down at my caged penis sadly. I wasn’t really sad. I never got a big thrill out of jerking off. It was more like taking care of a bodily function for me. It wouldn’t be a giant turn on to have her watch me masturbate. I’d much rather have her provide my sexual release.
In all fairness, I have to say that Julie’s husband isn’t given a chance to wack off as a reward. It’s generally framed as a way to get rid of his erection or a small treat for performing well. When you are driven half mad by participating is sexual activities where everyone else has an orgasm, being allowed to jerk off is like being served a steak dinner. The more desperate the need, the better it feels.
That’s not exactly true, at least for me. When I am massively horny, sporting a rock-solid dripping penis, the odds are that the orgasm will hurt more than be amazingly spectacular. I expect fireworks and the Eighteen-twelve Overture and end up with a stinging eruption of mount Lion. This doesn’t happen that often, but it is generally when I have been waiting a long time and the buildup has been very successful. The next orgasm will be filled with fireworks and loud, triumphant music.
My usual ejaculations are accompanied by music I emit. Since enforced chastity began, my noise level has gone up significantly. As I recall, five years ago the only evidence of my orgasm was the ejaculation making a mess and some heavy breathing from me. Since Mrs. Lion has been my sole provider, I’m a regular sound machine with loud Oh’s and other noises I can’t describe. I’ve wondered if this was subconsciously encouraged evidence of her success; sort of a way to encourage her to give me more. For the record, it doesn’t work.
The only occasionally successful technique I’ve found to turn teasing into orgasm has been what Mrs. Lion calls bucking. I call it humping. In any case, I move my hips to try to wring out more stimulation that will possibly get me relief. Sometimes she synchronizes her hand or mouth movement with my “bucking”. That is amazing. Of course, she’s on to me and removes contact with my penis just before I reach the promised land.
I know she likes it when I get so excited I “buck”. That’s probably why I get those charity orgasms. I don’t care. I’m not proud.
When I was a kid, the “All the other kids have one” argument was much more successful than it is now. Mrs. Lion doesn’t fall for it like my mom and dad did. You can’t shoot a lion for trying.
He Can’t, but I Can
When we first started enforced chastity I had Lion masturbate for me. I knew how to do it, obviously, but I wanted to see how he did it. How fast or slow did he go? What grip did he use? Where did he grip? In hindsight it was very symbolic. It was the last time he was allowed to masturbate. He was saying goodbye to an old friend.
This morning it occurred to me that he’s never seen me masturbate. Not that he needs any help doing it for me, but wouldn’t he benefit from it? Rather than directing him – more to the right, no up a little – I could show him. I know you’re thinking this is all very interesting, Mrs. Lion, but you’re never in the mood for sex. That is true, but it’s also true that Lion can usually awake the sleeping giant if he chooses to. If he can do it why can’t I? I say it’s worth a shot.
I can’t promise when this will happen. We’ve got a lot of chores this weekend. But I know we’ve been talking about getting me back in the saddle, so to speak. We’ll try to make it happen tonight or tomorrow night. And then I’ll let him see if he’s learned anything a few days later. We both may need a few lessons. It’s been a long time since I cared much about sex for me. I don’t know that I’m up for the every-other-day action that Lion is guaranteed, but I think maybe it’s time we made it a priority like we’ve made punishment a priority for Lion.
Lion is a fast learner. He’s eager and attentive. I wonder if my masturbating will turn him on. Probably. He loves when I come. This just might work to “fix” me. Stay tuned.
Turn Up The Music
My last post generated some interesting, thoughtful comments. Thank you.
Much of the conversation revolved around just what our power exchange means. Julie talked about hers as well. I said that I’m not Mrs. Lion’s bitch and that I had the freedom to ask her to suck my cock; to which, Julie replied:
“Hee hee.. you’re her bitch now, mr. lion. The 7 stages of denial?”
This was stated jokingly, but it’s true that in so many ways I am her bitch. I wear a chastity device full time because she likes the feeling of possession she gets by locking up my cock. I am always naked at home unless she panties me. She spanks me when I break a rule. So, yes Julie, you are right. I admit it.
Save the chastity device, Julie’s power exchange is very similar to ours. We call them different things. She considers it BDSM scening. We call it domestic discipline. The reality is that she and Mrs. Lion spank their husbands when they decide they want to or a rule has been broken. David, her husband, and I obey our wives or face painful punishment. Neither of us is dominant with our wives. We both wear panties sometimes. More importantly, we both are professionally independent and function on our own save the times our wives choose to take charge.
In many ways, Julie is far stricter than Mrs. Lion. I believe that we are moving toward the level of intensity that Julie writes about. I’ll probably be both happy and sorry that is happening.
At this point in our power exchange, Mrs. Lion is just starting to experiment with her power. She doesn’t have too much fun with her control. I suspect she is still worried that she will hurt me in some way: physically or emotionally. She appears to have a problem starting the fun. In our case, domination isn’t necessarily a scene that, once started, has to play out to some conclusion.
In my mind, at least, pantying (new word?) me is a scene all by itself. If a spanking is desired, that can happen at any point in time. Similarly, putting a butt plug in can become a routine part of my evening. We’ve talked about stretching me so that she can peg me with various dildos. To do that, I need to get used to anal visitors. There are a lot of other things we’ve discussed but haven’t done.
I think this is because Mrs. Lion is more reactive than proactive. This is a general observation, not just about playing with me. Of course, the problem is that her role as my dominant partner requires her to initiate the action. She is also very concerned about interrupting me or if I’m in the mood for play. I appreciate that her reasoning is that this is all for me and if I’m not in the mood, why waste the time and energy? She doesn’t check in on my mood to punish me. I think play is the same thing.. She is in control. If she feels like plugging my ass, than why care how I feel about it?
The bottom line is that Mrs. Lion hasn’t found a way to have fun with all this. So, if it is all for my fun, I get a lot of control. Why start the merry-go-round if no one is on it?
I’m at a loss understanding how to help Mrs. Lion enjoy things more. There’s nothing wrong with her. It’s got to be me and what I’ve told her about what we do. She loves games. Her favorite free-time activity is playing them on her iPad. Isn’t what we do a game as well? Training me is a pretty tough puzzle. At least I think so. I realize that I can’t be the one to help her solve it.
Just Keep Moving
Lion may have opened a can of worms with his post this morning. As a submissive male, he’s really in no position to demand I suck his cock. In reality, except for when he was a dominant in a scene, it’s not in his nature to demand things like that anyway. If we were not in a power exchange, he’d ask me nicely.
As to what my reaction would be to his demand? I’d be happy to do it. Actually, I’d be more likely to demand he move over on the bed so I can suck him. But I don’t usually demand things. I know. I can. I should. But I don’t. The bottom line is that I wouldn’t take it as a demand from him. Of course, I also like when he bucks into me when I’m sucking him or jerking him off. Isn’t that a form of demand too? [Lion – I think it’s a form of begging] I know I’m new to the whole humiliation thing, but I don’t want Lion to become a sissy and I don’t think he’s in any danger of doing so. Just because I put him in panties from time to time, it doesn’t mean he’s on his way to becoming feminine. I haven’t castrated him. He’s the same old Lion albeit in frilly panties.
Lion is still the same stubborn, growling person when he’s at work regardless of whether he has panties on or not. When he comes home he wants to be less in charge. It’s almost like taking a vacation from the decisions and hassle of being in charge. It may be more work on his part to be submissive. He’s got to fight the desire to make decisions.
Likewise, it’s more work for me to be dominant. When I’m at work I can just throw my hands up and let others decide. It’s less pressure that way. At home I have to remember Lion’s rules in case he breaks them. I have to decide how to punish him. I make the decisions about how or when we’ll play.
Obviously this doesn’t mean Lion makes no decisions once he gets home. I don’t have carte blanche to rule his life. I don’t make all the decisions. He’d like me to make more, but I need to take baby steps. Usually one step forward and two steps back. The trick is to keep moving.
