Fall
I love fall. Football is back. The weather changes. It makes me want to hunker down in front of the fire with a nice cup of cocoa. There’s a certain smell to the air. The leaves fall.
Stupid leaves. We spent a good portion of yesterday afternoon mulching and clearing leaves. It looked nice when we were done. And this morning it looks like we didn’t do a thing. Every year we try to do two runs of leaf cleanup. The first run gets the initial dropping of leaves. Before the rain comes back for good we tackle that first volley. Once it rains, the other leaves fall. This time they are usually too wet to mulch so we wait. And wait. And wait for a dry day. A few years ago I counted eleven trees around the yard that spew leaves at us. Yesterday I considered chopping down all of them. Maybe just the big ones.
As Lion said, we also watched some college football. He told me just the other day that he wasn’t much of a football fan before he met me. He’d watch the Giants and that was it. I always wondered why he’d turn the TV off after the Giants game. There’s more football to watch. What’s the deal? Didn’t he know that watching Dallas or Philadelphia lose is important too? In the 70s and 80s I’d watch every game I could. On Saturdays I’d watch Michigan games with a passion. No idea why I liked Michigan. I just did. And UCLA. And Washington. On Sundays I liked the Giants, the Bills, the Rams (before they defected to St. Louis), and the Seahawks. The truth is, I didn’t care who was playing. I could usually find someone to root for. Or sometimes it was just someone to root against.
So Lion introduced me to kink and I introduced him to football. Well, more football. I don’t think anyone understands all 7000 pages of the NFL rule book, but Lion knew fewer rules than I did. He didn’t realize that college has different rules from the NFL. Recently, I got him watching college football by wondering if we’d see players who would later move on to the pros. He never seems to root for the “right” team (aka the team I’m rooting for) but that’s okay. At least we’re having fun.
It occurred to me the other day that when we converse in emails, we usually end with KISS and we seem to have a sort of a lively banter back and forth. When we’re together we rarely say I love you or even kiss. We do hold hands. But I wondered why we don’t follow our email rituals in real life. Lion says just being together is all we need. We’re concentrating on getting things done. But we’re together and that’s what matters. I guess that’s true. You don’t need to say much when you can reach out and take someone’s hand.
Sunday Blah’s
Generally I am full of ideas for posts. I enjoy sharing what’s happening in my life and what I think about various aspects of our kinks. But today I have no good ideas and I am starting to wonder how many people follow us on a daily basis. A lot of people read this blog. Our numbers are in the top of similar blogs. I can’t complain at all about that. Search engines rank us in the top ten listings for relevant search terms. All is good, right? Maybe objectively it is, but I miss the two-way conversations that make writing so interesting. For some reason we just don’t attract many comments. Maybe we aren’t controversial enough. Perhaps we just don’t resonate well with our readers. It could also be that nothing is wrong and people like to read here and then go off and do something else. I don’t know. I wish I did.
Friday night, as she wrote in her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion gave me an orgasm. It was, as always, excellent. For the record it was a handjob with lots of edging first. I was bucking like a bronco by the time she finally let me come. Saturday was spent blowing and mulching leaves. The rain stayed away all day and gave us a chance to dig ourselves out from under the fall mess. We spent a little time watching a college football game. Two teams we could care less about were playing. It was still fun to watch. Dinner was at a nice restaurant. Mrs. Lion got a gift card for it and I have a birthday credit from their rewards club. An almost free dinner; what a nice gift for us! Today I am going to smoke a turkey. Mrs. Lion said that she didn’t think they made rolling paper that big (groan).
I’ve been thinking that maybe we shouldn’t be writing posts every day. How many people would care if they came less regularly? I decided on this pattern based on something I used to like a lot. When we lived on the East Coast, I commuted to the city by train. The ride was about an hour each way. I would read The Wall Street Journal or The New York Times while on the train. I loved reading the regular features and looked forward to that chance to catch up on the news. When we started this blog, my idea was to offer the same kind of experience to our readers. We would post at fixed times every day so people could include is in their daily lives. I’m not sure it worked out that way. Do you treat our blog as part of your daily routine? Is that even a reasonable expectation?
Our daily posts have been useful for Mrs. Lion and I. We frequently communicate through the blog. We often tell each other things here instead of in email or in person. I, at least, have come to value reading how she feels about what we have done and to get a preview of what may be in store for me. In that sense, the Journal is very useful to us and our marriage. Maybe it’s because of the return of wet, cool weather that I am not feeling very happy. Are we part of your life? Would it matter very much if we wrote less often? Please take a minute and let us know.
Of Course I Did
Yesterday I wrote that, because of a snafu regarding the schedule, Lion was due for three four-day waits in a row. I wasn’t sure if I would give him his orgasm last night. That’s not technically true. I was pretty sure I was going to give him one. He was too. And why not?
If I take it down to the basic form, all Lion cares about is that I’m in charge. As long as I do what I want and not (necessarily) what he wants, he’ll be happy. There are some nights he’s not so ready for an orgasm. Too bad. Is it a scheduled night? If so, then he’ll have that orgasm whether he wants to or not. Now there are some exceptions. Is he not into it because he’s tired or not feeling well or he got bad news? I won’t force him to have an orgasm. But if it’s just an average Tuesday night and he’s just not as horny as he could be but I still have enough to work with, he’s having the orgasm. There are some nights he’s very ready for an orgasm. Too bad. If it’s not a scheduled night, he’s out of luck. Unless, of course, I feel like it. He can always hope for a bonus night.
In four days, Lion will have yet another orgasm. Then he’s in for a longer wait. I think he only has two orgasms scheduled for November. The poor boy. Fairly long waits for a Lion used to having a ten day wait on average. I know, he’s a lightweight when compared to some males in chastity. Our little game is less about the wait and more about the teasing. I don’t think I ever looked at is as an exercise in making him wait. Pre-chastity he waited a few weeks at a time before he’d take matters into his own hands. It’s not the wait that bothers him so much. It’s the constant reminder that he can’t take matters into his own hands. It’s the constant reminder that I can torture him and lock him back up. It’s the constant desire that I will go just a tiny bit too far edging him and he’ll get to the promised land.
Four days, four weeks, four months. It doesn’t matter. And if it doesn’t matter, I’d rather stick to shorter waits. Not necessarily four days, but not four months. I think Lion agrees. And if he doesn’t? Too bad.
Keep Your Man An Orgasm Junkie
Are orgasms like potato chips; you just can’t have one? Of course most males have them one at a time with substantial spacing between “bites”. Even without enforced chastity I doubt I would have more than three a week. When I was younger, an orgasm a day kept lion grumpies away. Now, an orgasm a day would stop being fun in under a week. Oh how we change with age!
Male orgasms, at least for me, are habit forming. It’s a little like drugs; once you’re hooked you have to detox. After a while, you no longer crave the drug. The same is true of orgasms. If, as Mrs. Lion joked, my last orgasm was January 1 2016, I would be a very unhappy lion until January 30. Then, I would slowly forget about orgasms entirely. I’ve come to learn that some males like the idea that enforced chastity will facilitate their kicking the orgasm habit. Not me.
For males, orgasms are like solar energy; when harnessed they will provide all sorts of useful benefits. If blocked, a major renewable energy source is lost. Let me explain. Orgasms themselves aren’t the source of useful male behavior. The desire for an orgasm is a fundamental motivator for virtually every animal. Males of all species will do nearly anything for the opportunity to orgasm. The hotter that flame of desire burns, the more the resulting heat drives males to higher levels of energy.
So, enforced chastity is not the removal of orgasms as its name implies. It is the harnessing of one of nature’s most formidable forces: male desire to orgasm. A keyholder wants her male “hooked” on orgasms. She wants him to remember how much he wants them. She provides them often enough to keep him wanting more, but not enough to give him much rest from his desire.
It turns out that this can be tricky. For example, Mrs. Lion edges me almost every day, yet after a while, even though I enthusiastically respond to her ministrations, I begin losing my desire for ejaculation. That surprised me when I first realized that was happening. My working theory has always been that as long as I received teasing and edging, my hormones would keep flowing and my desire to come would grow and remain high until I finally got relief. It turns out that for me it’s true but only up to a point. After two or three weeks, I still respond very quickly to stimulation and feel massively frustrated after edging, but once the session ends, I quickly forget about sex.
On the other hand, if my last orgasm wasn’t too far in the past, after edging there is a prolonged sense of frustration. The next day I find myself wishing for that elusive orgasm. In short, I remain in heat. The longer I go without an orgasm, the less orgasm matters until the next time I am teased. In a very real sense, teasing satisfies me more and more as time goes by.
Many keyholders want to harness this male sexual energy. It’s pretty easy to do. Just let him know that his next chance to orgasm depends on him pleasing you. If you give him specific tasks, sexual or not, that will help advance the date of his next orgasm, he will attach those tasks with growing enthusiasm every day he is made to wait. But, as I mentioned before, this only works up to point. After a while he will lose interest in the orgasm. You can tell this has happened when he complains that after he comes he is depressed for days and would rather not go through that. He begins encouraging you to make him wait longer and longer.
That complaint is not entirely bad news. Looking at it in a slightly different way, what he is saying is that it’s easier for him when he’s not in heat. But then you use that heat as a renewable energy source. He may actually feel depressed after an orgasm. It’s normal and is called the refractory period. This is the time it takes a male to regain the ability to come again. In enforced chastity, I think that period changes from when he is physically able to come again to when he can start to forget how much he wants another orgasm. I doubt that the males even realize this. Of course, I may be completely wrong, but this is my theory. The keyholder as a good sex “pusher” will give her male just enough orgasms to keep him addicted and wanting more. She can use edging as a way of assuring his desire for another orgasm remains high. But he never gets “enough”. She always makes sure that his desire to do anything to get his next “fix” remains high. Mrs. Lion is very good at keeping me in heat.
