I have been wondering about why adding enforced chastity to our marriage has made such a big difference in our relationship. Is it really about the sexual control I surrendered? Is it the power exchange? The chastity device? Just what is working for us? I think that I am beginning to understand why we are successful up to this point.

It seems to me that prior to our chastity adventure, we stopped communicating about sex and almost entirely gave up on sexual contact. The reason for this was that we both felt badly and didn’t want to start fighting over our feelings. Mrs. Lion was upset that I didn’t initiate sex and I was unhappy that we weren’t having any. Over time, an emotional scab grew over these feelings. Mrs. Lion lost interest in sex. She still hasn’t recovered from that. My sexual world moved to fantasy and occasional masturbation. I resented that she didn’t seem attracted to me. The few conversations we had about this ended without resolution.

I have a longstanding interest in enforced chastity, at least the hardware. For the last seventeen years I have been reading about and sampling various devices from full belts to piercing-suspended devices. I never felt any particular interest in wearing them for their intended purpose. I just thought the entire idea of enforced male chastity was a big turn on. Ok, it still is. About two years ago I found some cheap devices online. I ordered a few to try them out. This sampling fueled some hot self-abuse.

In the midst of this new hardware frenzy, it occurred to me that it would be very hot if Mrs. Lion actually locked me up in a device. I didn’t have an elaborate fantasy about how it would work, but I liked the idea a lot. My main reason at the time was that the device would provide sexual contact between us. I also imagined that my longstanding desire to be spanked and sexually dominated might also get some relief too. So I asked her.

Obviously, she said yes. In the past we had tried other power exchange stuff which never stuck. I wasn’t sure this would last very long. In my online wanderings I had discovered some enforced chastity sites. The first one I found was a chastity forum. I didn’t learn anything new, but it did give me a chance to participate in chastity-related conversations. I also read some blogs centered on enforced chastity or female domination. I decided that there might be a place for my take on power exchange and what I know about fitting devices, etc. So, I started this blog.

Most of the initial content was the informative pages describing fitting, etc. I started writing posts too. It was clear to me that maybe the world wasn’t waiting for yet another guy to give his one-sided view of enforced chastity. There were several terrific blogs written by locked up guys. On the other hand, I thought it would be interesting to have a keyholder writing her side of things. I found one on a forum and asked her to write here too. She did for a while. Then she stopped.

I asked Mrs. Lion how she felt about contributing. She agreed. It turned out that she is a very good writer and used her posts to talk about how she was feeling about me and enforced chastity. Our posts allowed us to talk about what we were doing, and I think more importantly, what wasn’t working.

Even when our posts weren’t about “us” they did expose what each of us was thinking about. For some reason we were both able to write things we never spoke aloud or exchanged via email. This blog became a new channel of communication for us. Reader comments offered helpful feedback as well. We also began exchanging email that revealed wishes and reservations about our sexual adventures. We were communicating!

Meanwhile, I was locked in a chastity device full time. It came off for play and occasionally for weekend trips. Mrs. Lion is the only person who removes it or puts it back on me. I do the base ring, she locks the cage in place. She provided my only sexual outlet. Masturbation was gone as an option for me. This is fairly typical for an enforced chastity situation. But for us there was an added dimension: the communication.

I began wondering what would happen if we no longer used the device. Would things continue to improve or would we fall back into our old pattern? I posed that question here in the blog. Mrs. Lion’s response was that she thought the cage is essential to us. I then asked if I wanted it off, would she remove it. She said she would. That was a setback for me. It meant that I was ultimately in control and I could end my submission at will. I don’t know if that has changed. Mrs. Lion will remind me, I’m sure.

I think the cage is so important not for its value as a tool to assure my penis is always under her control but more because it forces both of us to interact if I am to have any sexual pleasure at all. Of course, that can’t be the entire story. If it were, Mrs. Lion could just decide I don’t need any more sex and keep me locked up until I lose interest in sex entirely.

The main reason this all works is that we love each other more than anything. We want each other to be happy. But we both have a problem with talking about difficult subjects. The cage requires us to communicate about sex. Her, because she wants me to be happy. Me, because it’s the only way I can get my sexual needs met. It’s a trade of sorts. I give up all sexual control and in return I get sexual satisfaction, eventually. Mrs. Lion’s benefits are more subtle. The cage reminds her that she can’t withdraw sexually since she has the only outlet I have. It also reminds her that we have made our peace about initiating. My surrender and her acceptance settled that issue at least for now.

This blog has become one of our principal forms of intimate communication. It’s where we can express wishes, fantasies, concerns, and objections. I can share my knowledge of power exchange without topping from the bottom. I can remind Mrs. Lion of things we might need to do. For example, in this post, I reminded Mrs. Lion that I still think I can stop being locked up if I want. So, I am sure she will let me know if that is or isn’t true. She can relate what is happening to us and how it affects her. We pay close attention to what the other writes. Between the blog and our emails, we have closed most of our communication gaps.

Somewhat surprisingly, I think the combination of the chastity device and this blog got us going the right way. Our continued writing helps us stay on track. The cage is a much stronger form of wedding ring. It is a physical, unmistakable sign of ownership. I’m very proud to wear it. It announces that I am hers and only hers. That is just what I want to be.

Last night I was thwarted by stinky clothes. Lion is very sensitive to scents. We tried a new laundry detergent that seemed fine, but in the washer and dryer, the scent took over. We’ve tried washing the clothes three times in our regular detergent and they still stink. Last night he could smell them even through a closed door. With all the running around, first to de-stink them, and then to get them out of his smell range, I didn’t do the play I had intended to do. It’s not that I was mad at Lion. It just killed the mood. The only thing I did was the “just because” swats.

So tonight, maintenance spanking night, I will collect my toys and try again. Lion was horny yesterday. It was just a day after his bonus orgasm. I think he really only loses his horniness when he’s made to wait more than five or six days for an orgasm. I’m not saying he’s a horn dog all the time. I mean he’s horny at certain points during the day until the sixth day. After that he can take it or leave it. I may be off in my estimate. I know he’s said the longer the wait, the less he cares. Again, that’s a strong word, but I just mean it’s not foremost in his mind.

Lately there seems to be a snarkiness about Lion. It may have something to do with waking up in the dark and coming home in the dark. Winter is closing in. The rain is back. Our forecast is for sun today and then rain in some capacity for the next week at least. This is about the time I make my yearly vow to hibernate. Wake me up when it’s spring. As long as the snarkiness is relatively low key and doesn’t last long I won’t do anything about it. Everyone is entitled to their off days. If it continues, however, I may need to take some action.

I guess I’m still having a hard time deciding when I should put my foot down and when I should let things go. Sometimes there are valid reasons for snarkiness. For both of us. Instead of being mad that the garbage needs to go out and I always take the garbage out and how come you can’t do it EVER, we need to talk things out. That’s just an example. I know there are times I catch myself thinking I always do X and Lion never does it, and I’m sure there are things he feels the same way about. The truth is, we each do our share of things around the house. There are things I always do and things he always does. That’s the teamwork part of the marriage. But the snarkiness that comes out of the “always” and “never” is not helpful.

I need to figure out if the recent Lion snark is because he feels under-appreciated or under-punished, or what. For the record, I do appreciate everything Lion does for me and the house. If he feels under-punished, that’s another issue. If I punish him for being snarky then he got what he wanted. I’ll need to be more on top of things. And we’ll need to talk.

Rainy Mondays generally sour my outlook on life. The combination of the gloom and chilly rain conspire to sap me of my usual optimistic view of the world. For someone living in the Pacific Northwest this is an odd malady. I’m doomed to nine months of murky clouds and rain every year. I think it is worst after a bright, warm summer ends and the first dank weather is the harbinger of the long season of darkness.

This change affects my feelings about enforced chastity, FLM, and domestic discipline. Yesterday I was thinking about this and was all too ready to say it was just “Be careful what you wish for” or, buyer’s remorse. That makes little sense as I approach two years of lockup. It does highlight the cold reality that at some point in a power exchange remorse can set in.

Is it that I am tired of the inconvenience of wearing a cage? Am I unhappy with the loss of control? The answer to both of these questions is no. Well, I do get bothered a bit by the cage, but I like that it is there. I’ve never been happier with Mrs. Lion’s assumption of control than I am now. So, no, it’s not time to quit. But wait. I can’t quit. I gave up that control too. Is that what’s bothering me? No, that’s not it. Why would I care if I can quit or not if I don’t want to?

There’s one more possibility related to my kinks: Am I dissatisfied with the degree of control that Mrs. Lion is exerting? Is it too much? No, definitely not. Too little? Maybe sometimes. That’s tricky. If I complain that I’m not being treated strictly enough, then Mrs. Lion wonders what she is doing wrong. But I’m not complaining about that at all. I have no idea how it feels to be more strictly controlled. My fantasies are all I have in that area and I am well aware how unreliable they are as predictors of how it would be to do something in real life.

My fantasies may have started this, but they have long stopped describing how my lioness and I are proceeding. We are feeling our way through virgin territory. Yesterday she wrote that I would be spanked “just because”. Of course that is a perfectly good reason. She is, after all, in full charge. Then she wrote something very interesting. She explained this “just because” spanking by saying that I had been acting like a toddler on several occasions, but she didn’t bother to note them. That statement, I think, opens a new way of thinking for my lioness. She is not obligated to record my infractions. There don’t actually need to be any infractions at all. She can simply decide that I need punishment. I don’t’ like the spanking but I like the acceptance of her power.

FLM and domestic discipline are not about justice. They are about control. Obviously, if punishments are always arbitrary, I will become confused about what I should do to avoid them. But that’s not what is happening here. I have been informed that I have been naughty. There is no statute of limitations on lion misbehavior. Mrs. Lion chose to remember and act on valid misdeeds. She informed me what I need to do to avoid future beatings.

The weather may stink and my bottom may burn, and I may be missing the sun, but my relationship with Mrs. Lion is better than ever. Our power exchange is moving in the right direction and we both seem to be accepting the changes we need to make. What more could I ask? Maybe Fall isn’t so bad after all.

As you may have read, Lion and I had some Velcor fun yesterday. He wouldn’t necessarily call it fun though. It hurts a lot even though Mr. Weenie seems to love it. In all fairness, once the blood rushes in, the Velcro restraint makes it almost impossible for it to rush back out. And, since I have the magic touch, Mr. Weenie gets very aroused.

I left Lion wild from about 2 pm on yesterday. Why lock him back up if I knew we’d be playing later on? It saves me the trouble of locking and unlocking and locking again. Besides, I like having a wild Lion sometimes. When we did play again, he seemed to be less enthused. I know he always hopes for more than just a hand job. Eventually I got the ol’ Magic Wand out again. I started sucking him. I love when he gets hard in my mouth. And then I used the vibrator while I was sucking him.

Once I confirmed he really liked it, I knew he was doomed. He was having an orgasm. Not that I wasn’t going to edge him a few times beforehand. And he didn’t know he was going to have one. As far as he was concerned, he still had ten or eleven days to wait. While I’m sure he hoped for one, he wasn’t expecting one. The night before I had pushed him just a hair too far and got a ruined orgasm. He was still horny yesterday so clearly it didn’t have much effect on him. I’ve wondered for a while if I could manage the vibrator while sucking him. Now I know. I’m sure he won’t get an orgasm every time I do it, but it was fun to make him squirm last night.

Lion just reminded me that tonight is punishment night. Once again, I have been remiss in keeping track of his behavior. I know he’s been a toddler a few times, but those were times he was upset about being called a toddler. I’m going to give him “just because” swats again tonight. Just because I know I missed things. Just because he was upset with me. Just because he got upset with me when I got upset with him. Just because he grumbled about breakfast a few times. So, you, see, I was sort of paying attention. I just didn’t point things out.