Doom and Gloom
We did, in fact, have to make an emergency run this morning to the eye doctor. Lion’s symptoms got worse although the inflammation seems better. Luckily my boss is taking Lion’s fears seriously and is not trying to downplay things. Lion hates when doctors do that. There are clearly three ways this can go. It can get better. It can stay the same. I can get worse. So far it is not getting worse. Some aspects are better. We are on the right track.
As far as our impromptu naps yesterday are concerned, we’ve both been very tired. I find myself falling asleep at work. Lion takes his naps during Jeopardy. I don’t think there’s anything to be alarmed about from a playing, or not playing, point of view. His eye was worse yesterday. We watched some movies last night. It’s not the end of the world if we didn’t play. Yes, I said we would, but reality takes precedence over play. Today we’re doing laundry and have some shopping to do. We also have football to watch. Will we crash for a nap later? Maybe. Does that mean we won’t play? I don’t know. I can’t see into the future. I’m still hoping to. I haven’t ruled it out.
I don’t think we’re heading for the inertia of pre-chastity. Just because we miss a day of play here or there, it doesn’t mean we’ve given up. Have I spoiled Lion by playing every day rather than every other day as I am “obliged” to? Perhaps. It seems when I miss a day he sees doom and gloom in the future. On the other hand, I think he’s worried about the future of his sight and that may be affecting his overall outlook. Who wants a blind, old Lion? Buh, buh, buh. [Lion — I’m not worried we will return to pre-chastity inactivity. I am concerned that we (not just Mrs. Lion) will get comfortable deprioritizing sexual activity] Personally I don’t think he’ll be a blind, old Lion, but even if he is, I still want him. He just has to face the fact that he can’t get rid of me. I am not a fair weather friend.
Is he waiting for me to make a decision about playing today? He might be. So here’s my decision. Let’s get our butts to the store to do our shopping. The laundry will be done soon. We can watch football. We can pause football any time I decide to pause it. We can play any time I decide to play. But here’s the problem: I can’t help it if his eye hurts and is distracting him from playing. I can’t force him to be excited. Can reality derail us? Absolutely. But I will do my best to make sure it doesn’t.
Not A Very Good Day
We spent all day yesterday running errands. We were both tired when we got home and there wasn’t even a hint of play today. We have some more food to buy tomorrow, so I am not sure that won’t kill any chance of fun then too. Apparently chores or shopping drains the energy we need for play. This is probably one of the main reasons we had that long, dry spell. Of course, then there was no communication about this or any real belief things would change. The reality is that it isn’t just Mrs. Lion who gets exhausted. I do too. But I worry that our priorities will drift away from enforced chastity. This is the sort of inertia that has stopped us before. My eye is feeling worse. I may need to ask my eye doctor to see me tomorrow. I have been seeing him every day to monitor the infection. It hadn’t gotten worse from Wednesday to Friday. But it also hasn’t improved. So, even if we both had the energy, I am far from being in the mood for anything sexual right now.
My worry about our sexual activities is probably unfounded. My perspective isn’t very good right now. I am too uncomfortable and worried about my eye to be a reliable witness. All this stuff is getting to me. Most of it is physical. The level of antibiotics going into my eye is also killing healthy cells. They will recover, I am told. Enough lion whining. I’ll keep you posted on what’s happening. I can’t really see the screen too well right now, so this will be a very short post.
I Blame Lion
Just kidding. It wasn’t his fault. We both had a hand in it, even though his hands were bound. I went a little too far and he wasn’t able to stop it so he had a ruined orgasm.
I can’t really be too mad, although I hate ruined orgasms, because I got some tasty cum out of the deal. Lots of it. Yum! I told Lion I wasn’t going to share it with him. He didn’t care. He hates eating his cum.
The good news is that Lion is just as horny as ever. Ruined orgasms do nothing to satiate him. We can try again tonight. I’ll have to be more careful. I just want him frustrated, not having ruined orgasms.
We’re out running errands this morning. Once we get home I’ll decide what plans I have for Lion. I’m pretty sure it will involve restraints and at some point this weekend he’ll have some red buns. That’s all the preview he’ll get for now. I’m still plotting his fate.
The Frustration Game
One of the least discussed aspects of enforced chastity is enjoyment, particularly for the keyholder. I know that the enforced chastity mythology claims that the keyholder gets endless pleasure from the service of her caged male. On the surface, that seems valid. But if you think about it, the keyholder could get exactly the same services and pleasure from her partner without the trouble of locking up his penis. According to the myth, males are reluctant to give orgasms to their partners unless they lose the use of their cocks. Really?
Even if that were true for some men, who would want to take the time and energy to cage them in order to force them to do what they should have been doing all along. The myth is about selfish males who are “taught” to be giving by taking away their orgasms. I will do anything for Mrs. Lion. I always felt that way. It has nothing to do with my penis.
The question of where the keyholder gets pleasure from enforced chastity is valid. It isn’t from her orgasms or his help in other things. She gets that anyway. It has to come from a new direction. Some women genuinely enjoy the role play. They have fun training their caged males. I suspect most women don’t find that aspect especially rewarding. It may be fun, but not a giant motivator.
I’ve long wondered why Mrs. Lion has been so diligent with our enforced chastity and FLM. She isn’t in it for the sex. She knows that it means a lot to me and making me happy certainly is a key motivator. Over time, I think there are other opportunities for her to get satisfaction.
Thursday night we played. It was an extremely intense edging session. I was sure several times that she was going to let me come. She even speeded up when I got close. But she stopped just before the happy ending. She was incredibly close over and over. There were no ruined orgasms and no satisfaction for me. It was perfect edging that left me a puddle of frustration.
Later in the evening and Friday morning she seemed very pleased with what she did. She should be. That pleasure suggests a way she might find more satisfaction and at the same time make me happier too. We know that I have a cycle of frustration that is well understood. What if using her considerable skill, Mrs. Lion could change the cycle and extend my increasing sexual frustration longer?
We know that yesterday was my fifth day and the day I am most frustrated. I wonder if the sixth day letdown and then the gradual loss of interest can be reversed by Mrs. Lion’s skilled hands. Over time I wonder if she can keep me at a high level of need for as long as she wants. This is the sort of challenge she may enjoy. I realize that if she is successful and I am still very horny next Thursday when my next orgasm is scheduled, that she might extend my wait to continue keeping me frustrated. I don’t mind if she wants to do that. It’s a valuable experiment.
I realize that this method of delivering satisfaction to her can result in my waits being extended. I don’t mind. I know I hate the frustration, but I like the way it meets what I asked her to do for me. I think it is very important for me to help my lioness find ways to get pleasure and satisfaction out of my enforced chastity. Are there ways I haven’t considered?
