My Lion feels like he’s under house arrest. He’s bored. He’s lonely. He needs a hobby. I have encouraged him from time to time to become involved with the local BDSM community. At one point he did give a talk, but I don’t think people were as interested as they were on the east coast. Maybe people are less structured here. From what I saw, which was not much, people on the east coast love their classes. The one time I went to the local center here, the focus was more on how much sex you can have with how many people. Maybe that’s unfair, but that’s what I got out of the “welcome to the neighborhood” type meeting. Needless to say, I haven’t been back.

It’s times like these I wish we had more friends. I’m sure Lion would feel less isolated if he had other outlets. Maybe he needs the equivalent of the old hardware store where all the guys went to hang out and complain about their wives. He’d probably feel just as uncomfortable as I would if I went to the hairdresser to gossip about the Joneses and their son who’s always in trouble. Lion was watching the Donna Reed show as I left for work this morning and, although I’ve never seen it, I’m sure that’s the type of thing they did. I’m not saying Lion has to get off his butt and do something. He’s been working very hard around the house and keeping himself pretty busy. But I was out of work for a long time before I decided to go back to school so I know how boring it is to be home alone for weeks and months on end. How many times can you reorganize a sock drawer?

All I can do for Lion is keep things as normal as possible. Last night was punishment night. He got six hard swats and stayed still for the most part. Before we went to sleep he noted that we hadn’t played last night. I said I thought he wouldn’t be horny after his orgasm. He agreed he wasn’t. But I think he missed the attention. It’s not that I decided to go back to the every other night routine. I just figured he wouldn’t be horny. That said, I haven’t decided if we’ll continue on with nightly edgings. I was thinking we’ll just play things by ear for a while. When we first started living together, Lion got sex nightly. Play and sex. After a while that gets tiresome. Not that I was bored with him, but can you really expect to maintain nightly play sessions?

Tonight is maintenance spanking night. He’ll get his whacks and then a little later we will play. Will he get edged? It depends on how horny he is. And what I feel like doing to him. And how he reacts to what I do to him.

It’s been phoneless Monday. I expected a call scheduling my second round of interviews for a contract position. Nothing moves quickly it seems. The weather here is refreshingly sunny and warm. It got over 70 deg. yesterday. That’s summer weather around here. We have a hummingbird feeder right outside my home office window. Business has been very brisk. We must have gotten a good review in the Audubon Guide To Dining Out.  Diners are stacked up in holding patterns waiting for a turn at the nectar. Watching the beautiful, impossibly small creatures is constantly entertaining.

Yesterday was my first day after Sunday night’s unexpected orgasm. I’m still feeling happily sated. Last night was punishment night. I’ll let Mrs. Lion tell you about that. My days are spent reading job sites in search of that elusive employment. I also do the laundry, clean the bathrooms and the kitchen. Now that the weather is better, I will try to find a reason to be outside more. As Mrs. Lion mentioned, I am social and I don’t like being alone. Chores don’t ring my chimes. I just don’t have that domestic nature that many chaste males seem to share.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I am a take-charge person. I love my new role as a disciplined, caged male, but I have none of the domestic instincts that others share. It’s really hard to stay focused on enforced chastity and FLM when my general disposition is not very positive. I loved my orgasm on Sunday night. It felt fantastic. I slept better than usual. But then the unhappy reality of unemployment turned a Sunny Monday into a dismal day.

The fact is that sexual stuff is not a priority right now. The problem is that the real priority is pretty much out of my control. I can control doing the laundry and cooking. Maybe I should try to feel more excited about that. The part we need to fix our smoker arrives today. I can put in an hour fixing it. That will be big fun. If I can get it going, we can have ribs on Wednesday night for dinner. Yum!

What does this have to do with enforced chastity and FLM? Nothing at all. I suppose that the fact that I am naked nearly 24-hours-a-day and that Mrs. Lion expects me to be a house lion has a lot to do with our FLM. I remain in my chastity device. Tonight is maintenance spanking night, and Mrs. Lion will edge me before we go to sleep. I look forward to all of that. The problem for me is the waiting. Waiting is hell; especially for a house lion.

This weekend was not a very good one. Our camper is stuck. Our brand new smoker needs a new part. The only thing that actually worked right was Lion’s orgasm. It wasn’t his scheduled date, but I adjusted for certain variables. Number one was that I needed something good to come out of the weekend. Number two is that I’m hedging my bets that he will get a job soon and a bonus orgasm along with it. Fingers crossed! Number three is that I can give him an orgasm whenever I want to. Can’t argue with that!

Tonight is punishment night. He’s not looking forward to it at all. I told him we’d be working on him not squirming. I bet he’s dreading it. I always wonder if he gets himself too psyched up for it. Could it possibly be as bad as he thinks it will be? Or is it worse? I remember one time a friend and I skipped some classes. While we were wandering around town we happened to see her parents. She was positive she’d be killed when she went home. In fact, her mother was far worse. She kept telling her to wait till her father was ready to deal with her. When she finally confessed to her father, it turns out, he never saw us. But he said he bet that week of thinking she was in trouble was probably far worse than any punishment he could think of. So I wonder if Lion builds up the severity in his mind to a point that is far worse than anything I will do to him. Not that his butt won’t be stinging. I just don’t think it will be as bad as he imagines.

So far I’ve been sticking to spanking as punishment. I can’t think of another thing that is as powerful. And easy. Delaying his orgasm won’t have much affect now that he doesn’t know what the date is. Besides, spanking stays with him long after the actual swats are administered. He can sometimes feel the sting for hours. The only thing I can see changing about punishment is maybe making it more timely. As soon as he does something, I’d need to punish him. That won’t work all the time, of course. For now I’m keeping things the way they are. But I’m also keeping my options open. He wants me to make decisions. I may decide that his next infraction deserves to be dealt with immediately. Poor Lion butt.

I continue to be surprised and find myself understanding and accepting things I once didn’t like. I think that the more you know about a person, the more difficult it is to pass judgement. It always bothered me that some women charge men money to be their long distance keyholders. It felt like cruel exploitation of pathetic guys who are looking for a thrill. I was wrong. It isn’t that every long distance keyholder is a dominant woman offering ethical long distance topping, but a lot of them are. Similarly, lone males who are willing to pay for this service aren’t necessarily pathetic. Mostly, they are desperate.

Any of us who practice enforced chastity can easily understand the intense attraction it can have. The fantasies are powerful and they generate a strong need to experience this particular form of bondage. If there is no one available who is willing to be a keyholder, what options do they have? Many just continue to have the fantasies. Some end up on chastity forums where they live out interactive fantasies with other guys in a similar situation. Some buy chastity devices and lock themselves up.

This is no different than other BDSM practices. Yes, enforced chastity, at least the bondage aspect of it, can be classified as a BDSM special interest group. In most cities you can go to a professional dominatrix, who for a fee, will tie you up, spank you, do whatever  your fantasies lead you to. Most don’t offer any sexual services beyond, perhaps, masturbating the bottom. These people fill a need. Many are highly ethical and practice very safe BDSM. I’ve known a number of them who are members of leather organizations around the country. They ethically and honestly fill a need for a price. Anyone who has been a top for any length of time will agree that topping is a service. It can be fun, but it is way more fun for the bottom. That’s why so many tops also bottom. I’m one of them.

On Sunday I was reviewing the stats for the Journal. Referrers are other web sites that have links here. One referrer is a site run by a professional dominatrix. It was on a page she set up offering her services as a professional keyholder. I visited the page and read her offer. It was a clear and honest discussion of what she would do and not do. She offers a service.I didn’t see any prices, but they aren’t really relevant. She is selling her time to help make fantasies come true for men with no other outlet. I think this is a reasonable service and makes sense for guys with no other outlet.

Reading blogs about enforced chastity and FLM is very enlightening for me. Most of us talk about more than the sexy details of our experiences. Bits of our lives are shared as well. These stories show incredible love and courage. Their are couples actively pursuing our kink who also have children with special needs that take almost all of their parents’ free time. Yet, these people find the time and energy to practice enforced chastity and FLM as well as share it with us. Others are coping with chronic illness and manage to be active keyholders.

This sharing means a lot to me. I also learn how differently others practice enforced chastity and FLM. I get to vicariously share their victories and challenges. I find myself cheering their successes and I have shed a tear at some of the painful news shared in their blogs. Even though they may never know I read their blogs, I feel that they are my friends. Sometimes I make a comment on their blogs and they do the same here.

Little did I know that the blogosphere has opened a window into some very special lives. I wish that someday we could all sit down have have dinner together. I assumed that if I wrote every day, this blog would become a journal of our experiences in chastity and FLM. I didn’t realize that it would become a journal of our lives as well.

I don’t know who reads this blog. Some of my fellow bloggers have let me know that they are regular readers. Mrs. Lion and I both like the thought that others enjoy following along with our exploits. We never planned it this way, but we like that you can look through our window and see what we are up to.