Male Chastity Journal

The furor is building over the Fifty Shades of Grey movie. The romance novel trilogy of the same name has sold more than 450 Million copies. Imagine that! I actually read the books. The writing isn’t very good, the story is nothing to write home about, so what’s the big deal? The answer, of course, is BDSM (to use the Internet acronym).  This women enters into a non-consensual D/S relationship and loves it, mostly. My understanding is that women, who buy most romance novels, like to lose themselves in plots where unbelievably handsome men with semen that tastes like a vanilla milkshake, remove women from their tedious lives and transport them on exotic adventures. It’s a simple formula.

Of course in our house, the whip is in the beautiful woman’s hand and the handsome (ah hem) lion is at her mercy. Of course, our story’s heroine is a reluctant dominant who makes sure that everything is fine before weaving her evil web. The hapless lion (moi), is her very willing prey.  Not quite 50 shades. And, my semen does not taste like a vanilla milkshake. I consume enough to be very sure of that.

It appears that in book buying, movie going, as well as purchasing chastity devices and S/M toys, the “victim” is the real consumer. How many people would have bought a book where the heroine dominates her handsome, vanilla-semen, hero? Not 450 million! You can bet your bra on that.

The fact is that in the leather (BDSM, for your “Net” folks) community, dominant women are incredibly scarce. Just go to a meeting of a large leather society. You’ll find the audience full of submissive (self-identified) males with a healthy minority of submissive women. If there are any dominant women present, they probably came with their submissive partner or are looking to make some money from the submissive men there. This may sound cynical, but over three decades of participation in these organizations has taught me that.

Mrs. Lion would never attend one of those meetings. She also wouldn’t identify herself as a dominant. If anything, she tends to be more submissive or, at least, super giving and nurturing. I could see her enjoying the “Grey” romances. I think she did. My dearest lioness is quite dominant with me. She constantly tells me that she isn’t. She is just doing what I want, even when I desperately don’t want what she is doing at a particular point in time.

Of course she is right. Every top to a very large degree does his or her topping to make the bottom happy. Topping is work and the sexual rewards, if any, aren’t really compensation for that. Very few tops do it out of some organic need. They do it because it works for them and more importantly for their partners. Another point in the 50 Shades story that is wrong.

Bottoms dearly want the illusion that their tops truly love to dominate them. Some tops actually do, but not as many as you might think. I really want to believe that Mrs. Lion has accepted the control I offered and now is using it without any particular interest in how I feel about it. I want to believe that my surrender is accepted and that no other consultation is needed. I want to be free to hate what is happening without fearing Mrs. Lion will stop because she thinks she is making me unhappy. I don’t want her to feel sorry for me and give me an orgasm because I am super horny. Well, I do want the orgasm, but not as much as I want to feel that control. I love and hate the edging and ruined orgasms. I hate the spankings but love that I get them. I hate diapers (truly), but love she forces me to wear one sometimes.

There is a problem with her taking on this role. She signed up to be my lover and partner in life, not a full time lion tamer. This is an issue for anyone who is a lifestyle top. The only way I know to prevent it becoming a problem is to put a fence around the activities where she is queen of the jungle. In that context she is the strong, ruling lioness. In other areas she is my loving partner. In a way we have been moving in that direction; at least I think so. Watch, she’ll write that no such thing is happening.

Another blogger, Thumper (denying thumper) has been in an enforced chastity relationship for over six years. In his post yesterday, he recounted a short conversation with his wife. One short interchange made my heart jump. He and his wife crossed paths at the gym:

“Are you going to see Fifty Shades of Grey this weekend?” the trainer asked with a smirky tone in his voice.

“See it?” Belle replied, “We live it.” Then she looked at me. “Don’t we, babe?”

Oh yeah! That’s amazing.

The idea of trading for orgasms has a lot of appeal for me. It feels very similar to the way I feel about enforced chastity itself. It’s one thing to obediently wait until Mrs. Lion decides to let me orgasm, but something completely different to have to earn one. Essentially, I’m required to do or endure something before (or after) I get the chance to come. I think this is another one of those things that is really appealing when I am horny. You know, like eating semen; it feels so hot until I actually come and then, yuck! That came home to me on Tuesday. Mrs. Lion offered to give me a bonus orgasm Tuesday night if I would wear diapers the rest of the week (not at work, of course). I thought about that a lot. Since I was at work at the time and removed from direct stimulation, my cooler head prevailed and I declined.

That doesn’t take anything away from the excitement I feel thinking about that offer. Maybe some primitive part of me responds to performing for a reward. I think this is just another flavor of discipline. In one case it is pain for disobedience. In the other, it is extreme pleasure for performing well. Both seem to work for me. The more desperate I get for that orgasm, the higher price I will pay to get it. Predicament chastity!

From the keyholder’s perspective, rewards for performance are a lot less trouble than tracking infractions and administering punishment. All Mrs. Lion has to do is think of something she knows will be difficult for me to do and then use that as the price of my next orgasm. This works even in the case of scheduled orgasms. No one said that I get them free, just that I can expect one on that date. There can always be an “if” attached.

You can tell that these power exercises reach me deep inside. That’s why I have been thinking so much about them. I think that they affect me so deeply because I truly hate wearing a diaper, especially a wet one. So tying my orgasm to wearing one is a true predicament for me. In Tuesday’s example, I just didn’t want to come badly enough to agree.

There’s something extra powerful about making me agree to accept something rather than just inflicting it. This is amplified further if Mrs. Lion finds the predicament entertaining. Of course, things can’t always be left to me to accept. Discipline is also required. I think we have discovered a new way to make things more “interesting” for me. Poor Lion!