There’s no doubt about it, sex is a highly loaded topic. It has gigantic political and social loading. Kinks like enforced chastity push a lot of buttons. In my opinion, enforced chastity is not about sex at all. It’s about power. Now if you think that sex is politically and socially loaded, consider power. In the 70’s the mantra was sexual equality. Go back to the 50’s and it was “father knows best.” Socially acceptable power exchange is variable depending on where you are and who you talk with. Even in the heyday of women’s lib, the idea of female domination would raise eyebrows and incur political wrath.

Political correctness supplies a lot of fuel to sexual fantasy. In a world where men are expected to head the household, rich fantasies of male submission abound. Don’t believe that? Google “male submission”, “male slave”, and similar terms. There are endless fantasies guys have written. Chastity fantasies form a classic male fantasy genre. The Internet has made it very easy to read and write sexual fantasies. All this juicy reading got me thinking about enforced chastity. It simmered in my subconscious for fifteen years. During those years I reviewed chastity devices online. It was fun but too uncomfortable for me.

I was a hotbed of contradictions. I was a lifestyle dominant — I “owned” a BDSM slave for a decade. At the same time I imagined surrendering power to a strong woman who spanked me, tied me up,  and kept me in enforced chastity. I came to think of this contrast as my personal Yin and Yang. The longer I lived in the lion-as-dominant world, the stronger the submissive fantasies became. I had an advantage over most guys: I was actually living with a power exchange where I was dominant. That reality kept my fantasies from getting too extreme to ever work in real life. My fantasies were possible. I knew what could and couldn’t work. That was a big advantage.

About ten years ago my master/slave relationship ended. I met Mrs. Lion and we fell in love. She was as vanilla as they come. She never considered any of the stuff that I had been living for decades. Very fortunately, she is extremely intelligent and open minded. Within a few months of meeting, we were experimenting with spanking and other BDSM activities. Over time these activities tapered off. The reasons are buried in this blog if you are interested in digging them out. But the outcome was that we had a nearly sexless marriage. Fortunately, we are best friends and love each other more than anything, so sexual issues didn’t drive us apart. During those years, fantasy and masturbation were my sexual mainstays.

Over those years, my fantasies were very well developed so when I asked Mrs. Lion to take charge, I had a vivid movie playing in my head. Of course, the reality was nothing like my fantasies. For one thing, in my fantasy I earned my orgasms by giving Mrs. Lion many before being entitled to one. It turned out that Mrs. Lion doesn’t want orgasms right now and the she had little interest in my fantasy exchange. Most enforced chastity fantasies are filled with rules and rituals. Most keyholders are uninterested in reading the fantasy script. They want to manage things their way.

And herein lies the key to all this: A power exchange is surrender of power to someone else. Offering to surrender and then presenting the top with a list of exactly how things should work isn’t a power exchange at all. The “submissive” is in charge and expects his keyholder to follow his carefully crafted script. This doesn’t mean that keyholders don’t want suggestions. Most women take on the role to make their partners happy. They are interested in what their expectations might be. In the beginning they may even follow the script. But sooner or later they will either quit because acting out someone else’s fantasy 24/7 is just too much, or they will truly take charge and then things will happen their way. In the beginning, Mrs. Lion followed my suggestions. It didn’t take long for her to decide that she would be calling the shots. She still likes me to make suggestions, but I don’t expect them to be followed. That’s what power exchange is all about.

I’m not sure if it was the promise of being restrained and spanked that did it, but Lion has been horny this weekend. I wasn’t even planning on playing with him last night. As we snuggled it was apparent that he was interested. Naturally I obliged.

I edged him a few times. Technically last night was his scheduled night. I jumped the gun and gave him an orgasm Saturday night. He’s not usually so interested the next day. But here he was, horny and ready for action. What to do, what to do.

Of course I knew what to do. My goal is a happy Lion. I gave him another orgasm. Am I spoiling him? Since he never knows if I am just edging him or going all the way, and he doesn’t expect an orgasm, I don’t think he’s spoiled. He’s probably more spoiled by all the attention of nightly edgings than from a few orgasms close together.

Today we head home again. I’m sure the pressures will come crashing in around us again. I’ll try to maintain nightly play sessions, but I can’t force Lion to be horny. I can only offer and support him. It just makes sense to me to give Lion orgasms when he’s interested.

At some point, Lion will find a job, and eventually things will go back to normal. Then I might not be so generous. For now I’m willing to give him as many orgasms as I can.

Saturday night, true to her word, Mrs. Lion tied me to the bed with our travel restraints. She then used her hand and several toys to spank me. It was a fun spanking; not at all like the dreaded punishment swats. She immediately followed the spanking with a slow session of oral sex that ended in a very exciting orgasm. I  had a very good time. We then snuggled and watched TV until we fell asleep. My allergies were bothering me and Mrs. Lion had a hard time getting comfortable, so we watched an old episode of Emergency and the start of “The Berkeleys of Broadway”.

Orgasm control and the denial that is part of enforced chastity is puzzling to a lot of people. Even guys who want to practice this are often unsure of the reason. Obviously, there is the masochistic streak that revels in frustration and denial. There is also the more fundamental submissive part of our nature that likes to surrender control. Those two factors are probably the most basic drivers in enforced chastity. Oddly, there is a third that is almost completely opposite of the other two: sexual attention.

Without enforced chastity, the only person interested in the state of your penis is you. People, even kinky people, would find it irrelevant to receive reports about when you last ejaculated. Hard, soft, horny or not just doesn’t come up in conversation. Even inside a marriage, how interested is a wife in hearing the status of her husband’s genitals? Most males, certainly including me, pay a lot of attention to their penises. We spend considerable time thinking about sex and orgasm. Sex colors a great deal of our interests yet almost no one wants to hear about it.

Enter enforced chastity. Now a lot of people are actively interested in your penis. Your keyholder enjoys teasing you and withholding orgasm for days and weeks on end. She is most interested in your penis. She loves to learn you are horny. She laughs when she sees a nascent erection straining against  your chastity device. Hordes of people on the Internet delight in your frustration and adventures. At last the rest of the world is giving your penis the attention it deserves.

In our case, before enforced chastity, any reference to my penis and its unfulfilled needs would elicit guilt or annoyance in Mrs. Lion. Our unspoken sexual cease fire was a source of discomfort for both of us. In a vanilla relationship, any male sexual frustration is as likely to elicit upset as it is opportunity. The old I-have-a-headache joke is based in cultural fact. “Not tonight,” is a classic response to male sexual need. Married men continue to masturbate as a way of avoiding these uncomfortable moments.

Sexual power exchange relieves this. If one partner becomes sexually submissive, then an opportunity for sexual dialog is created and any frustration one partner feels is intentional and therefore part of the fun. Enforced chastity certainly does that for me. For one thing, masturbation has been removed as a sexual outlet for me. I’m never allowed to do that and my chastity device assures Mrs. Lion I am obeying that rule. She enjoys my frustration and does everything she can to make sure I am horny as much of the time as possible. She edges me almost every day. I am never more than twenty-four hours away from a frustrating near ejaculation.

So now, contrary to my past, I am actively encouraged to discuss the sexual state of my mind and body. My sweet lioness devotes considerable attention each day to the state of my penis. Since she has no pressure to give me release, she can have guilt-free fun enhancing my frustration. I’ve traded a large percentage of my potential ejaculations for an ongoing, fun sexual dialog. There is no more sexual guilt. Mrs. Lion doesn’t need to feel any sexual pressure from me. She knows that I want her to frustrate me. She is free to laugh at my frustrated grumbles.

Sex has always been currency. In most relationships it is used as a weapon of control. Rape is the most extreme use of the sexual weapon. Of course most of us never even think about that kind of violence. It’s appalling. But it does graphically remind us that on a far gentler scale, sex is commonly used to assert or gain control. Enforced chastity is a conscious choice to delegate sexual control and agree for that control to be enforced physically via a chastity device or other means. It’s an agreement between caged male and his keyholder.

This power exchange is very arousing to the male. In fact, knowing he has surrendered sexual control is in and of itself a turn on. It sure is for me. Keyholders have different reactions that range from providing control as a service to her male to enthusiastically embracing the power and pushing it to the hilt. Most keyholders, I think, fall somewhere between those two poles.

Regardless of degree, all of in enforced chastity share one key value: we have voluntarily surrendered and accepted sexual control of our partner. I consciously agreed to give Mrs. Lion sexual control over me. She has accepted. Our sexual dialog is forever changed. We know our roles and accept them. Isn’t that better than, “I have a headache, dear?”

 

Quite often I don’t have no opinion on things. I can take it or leave it. I don’t care. There was an attraction I wanted to see. But it was 60 miles away. On one hand, we’re closer now than we’ve ever been or probably ever will be. On the other hand, I do all the driving when we’re away, so did I really feel like driving 60 miles. And back. What are the other options? We could go back to the camper and enjoy the river. We could go back to the camper and watch tv.

Lion likes adventure. So we drive. I drive. And we find things that no one else cares about. Sometimes it’s a fruit stand. Sometimes it’s an interesting rock formation. Sometimes it’s a small wildfire on the other side of the river. And then we go back to the camper and watch the river or tv.

Two things I have to keep in mind are that Lion doesn’t like sitting still for long and that he wants what he wants when he wants it. He was thirsty yesterday. “Boy, I’m thirsty.” “I wish there was someplace to get a drink.” “I thought we could stop there for a drink.” Sometimes he’s just a toddler about things. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes it’s not. Yesterday it was not.

I hadn’t slept well, my stomach was fighting me, I was tired, and Lion wanted to go somewhere. Anywhere. Now he’ll say he’s willing to drive but when I ask him he tells me he’s not really up to it. So I drive. And if I’m driving I don’t necessarily want to make all the decisions. Especially if we’re not out there for me.

Well yesterday it did turn out that it was for me but only because we were headed toward the attraction that I wanted to see. And it’s only a little further and we’re more than halfway there now. So we went. And I’m glad we did, but I didn’t want to be the one who decided to go.

I know that’s infuriating for Lion. Why can’t she just make a decision? Jeez! My non-opinion concept creates few ripples for me. Pizza for dinner? (I had pizza for lunch.) Sure, pizza sounds good. Let’s go grocery shopping tonight. (I’m really tired.) Sure, we can do that. but I know it drives Lion crazy.

However, I did make one decision last night that Lion was a fan of. Even though I was tired, I kept my word about strapping him to the bed and spanking him. He had a good time. And despite getting the date wrong, I gave him a wonderful (if I do say so myself) oral orgasm. It should have been tonight. But who’s counting? He can have another one tonight if he’s up for it. The more the merrier.