Wonderful Sunday Afternoon
As you’ve read, I gave Lion a bonus orgasm yesterday. I played with him while I was manscaping and then we started snuggling. There’s just something about being close and the wonderful noises he makes when I touch him that made me want to make him come. He was bucking into my hand and then my mouth with such urgency. And I know I could have made him wait. But why? Neither of us is much into the waiting thing. I mean, there’s no reason to go nine days or twenty-seven days. It’s just a number. And I’ve always thought my real power is the fact that I can make him happy.
Before I let him come I asked him what I get for making him come. And he said that I can have anything any time, regardless of whether he comes or not. Which is not just his horniness talking. We would both do anything for the other. And that, ultimately, is why I gave him an orgasm. Plus I got to taste him. That’s my bonus.
The calendar still says November 17. It’s just not mocking him at the moment. It will in a few days when he starts to feel horny again. I’m thinking about teasing him every day till then just to make his shortened wait feel a little longer. I may have given in to his horniness yesterday but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped torturing him. Remember, it took him less than a week to get super horny this time. He still has a week to go. Plenty of time to up the intensity.
Grateful Lion
Last night Mrs. Lion teased me without mercy. She pushed me to the edge over and over. I loved it! When she finished I was desperate to orgasm. None was offered. I was put back in my cage dripping. I wasn’t mad at Mrs. Lion. I had a great time. For some unknown reason, I was much more desperate than usual. It was six days and that is right in the “sweet spot” of needing to come, but still, this was more intense.
Then she wrote her post for yesterday. In it she promised that while she was grooming me, she would give me a bit more teasing. She was true to her word. While she was shaving and epilating, she got in some rubbing and a bit of sucking. She said,
You must be very horny.
How can you tell (smiling)?
You are longer than usual.
Longer? Well, yes. When I am really ready, my cock gets longer. I suspect most males do too. I said we should do another cast of my cock. But the truth was that I had interest in only one thing: release! After the grooming, Mrs. Lion rubbed my tummy and I scooched up in the bed so her hand could more conveniently reach lower in case she wanted to touch there. It turns out that she did. She played with my cock and I was rock hard and bucking against her hand. She said that she likes to see me squirm.
Was I squirming?
(Laugh) Oh yes.
I could feel myself trying to get the most out of every touch. Then, to my complete surprise, Mrs. Lion moved between my legs and began sucking me. She didn’t stop when I get near the edge. She kept going through an enormous orgasm. Wow, did I need that! I was truly desperate. Could I have waited another eight or nine days? Yes, if I had to. But, I am sure glad I didn’t. In fact I was eying the drawer where I keep my love coupons. I was very seriously considering using one to get off.
I feel much better now. I don’t know why Mrs. Lion decided to show me mercy, but boy am I grateful!
Mad Lion
Lion is horny. Desperately horny. Last night he asked if it was play with Lion night and when I said yes he was very excited. He was hard almost immediately, despite the fact that he had evil Velcro wrapped around him. I didn’t leave it on long. I had other plans for him.
A few days ago he asked to be teased more often and for longer. Well, I didn’t accommodate the more often part, but I did do it for longer. Actually maybe it wasn’t technically longer. I edged him seven times in fairly rapid succession. I got him very close. And after I let him rest a bit I sucked him. He told me I could put him out of his misery. I could, but I wouldn’t. Instead, I sucked him again. Not to the edge, but enough to get him bucking. And then after a rest, another round of sucking.
When I was finally done with him, he was very frustrated. He told me I have a wonderful mouth. And then when I tried to snuggle with him he told me he loved me, but he was mad. Poor boy. Poor frustrated boy. He has eight more days to go. I think they may be the eight longest days he’s had in a long time. I hope he’ll be on his best behavior. Now he knows I’m not afraid to add time to his wait. His next indiscretion might earn him more than a day.
Today I need to unlock him again to do some manscaping. I’m sure he’ll get a few tugs from me. Maybe some more sucking. He might even get edged a time or two before he gets locked up again. Just to add fuel to the fire.
It Was Your Idea, Wasn’t It?
(Saturday, November 8, 2014) I woke up this morning feeling massively horny. I continue with this unusual level of arousal. It is my fifth day since orgasm. That seems to be the most difficult day for me; at least so far. I haven’t had to wait more than 11 days in a row. This wait is scheduled to be 14 days. Part of this arousal is certainly due to Mrs. Lion’s vastly improved tease and denial, as well as her new attitude toward ignoring my need to come. I haven’t said anything about these feelings to her. She will probably learn about them reading my post.
Over the last few days, Mrs. Lion and I have been posting what amounts to a dialogue about her doing things that she knows are, how shall we say , uncomfortable for me. This includes making me wait longer than I might like, tease and deny, spanking, and other disciplinary activities. Her Saturday post referred to things she doesn’t like but others do. I guess that’s why we have more than one channel on our TV. People like different things. She likes reality cop shows, I like sitcoms. She likes fast food, I like french cooking. That’s part of what makes being with her so much fun. We have very different likes and dislikes.
The Journal is about my enforced male chastity, so we don’t really spend much time writing about music and sushi. Lately, we aren’t spending much time talking about sex either. What we seem to be writing about lately is power exchange in the context of our enforced chastity. Let’s face it, no matter how it manifests, every guy who is locked in a chastity device is playing with power exchange. For me, that’s what makes it so sexy and exciting. I’ve surrendered control of my favorite activity to my keyholder.
The only problem is that she hadn’t considered having that control. Based on my reading and conversations with others practicing power exchange, this isn’t very unusual. It is extremely rare to find a woman who gets turned on having control. In my many decades in the leather community (BDSM in Internet speak), I can count on two hands the number of women are are organic tops ( Def. Organic Top: a person who gets sexual pleasure out of having and using power over another).
Those of us lucky enough to have keyholders, almost always had a relationship with them prior to wanting to be locked up. It’s fair to say that, except for those lucky guys who have a relationship with an organic top , the rest of us have to “train” our keyholders in the fine art of male control. This is particularly hard for most of us, because we have no experience to draw on in our attempt to teach our keyholders their role.
What usually happens is that we play back our chastity fantasies and expect our partners to act them out. This can work for a few hours, even a weekend. But for long term enforced chastity, both the caged male and keyholder have to evolve the power exchange to work for them. Mrs. Lion and I have been at this for almost ten months now. I have been locked up full time with brief opportunities to be out of my cage. I haven’t masturbated since February. Any sexual pleasure I get has come at the hands (and other parts) of Mrs. Lion.
She has worked hard to bring a form of my fantasy to life for me. She also goes to the opera with me and occasionally accompanies me to a sushi restaurant. I couldn’t ask for a better partner. She is my soul mate (sounds corny, but it’s true) and my best friend. If she weren’t, I doubt she would put in the time and energy she does to my enforced chastity. Mrs. Lion still has almost no interest in sex for herself, so the sexual activity has been one way. The one time she teased me, locked me up, and then told me to make her come, stands out as one of our best chastity moments.
Mrs. Lion has struggled with my need for discipline. Make no mistake, over the years she has learned to be a very effective spanker. Unfortunately, she still finds it difficult to do. I think that in time, she will learn to treat it the same way she treats teasing me. She no longer feels badly that I go back in my cage desperate for release. It may even be a little funny to her. After all, I asked for it, didn’t I? Great progress! I think that she may learn to find my squirming under her paddle to be a little funny too. There is an element of humor there. I asked, even begged her to do this to me, and there I am on the bed trying to squirm away from her swats. A bit ironic, no? I think that could end up being pretty amusing for her.
In a way, I am a bit surprised we have kept it up this long. There are times I truly hate enforced chastity. And there are times that Mrs. Lion finds all this too much for her. But she has never even suggested that she wants to stop. When I complain about being so horny and being locked up, she generally looks straight at me and says, “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”
