The only “strenuous” activity I remember doing yesterday was crawling under Lion’s desk to track down which cable went from the scanner to the computer and why it wasn’t connected. It wasn’t particularly difficult. It’s not like I haven’t been on the floor multiple times over the past few days. And it didn’t even bother me at the time. I helped get the corned beef going and made sure it was at the correct heat level to accomplish a low boil. We were watching football. (I hate, hate, hate Tom Brady, by the way.) And I got a headache. I have no idea why. I managed to help with the rest of the dinner, but I was pretty wiped out.

Lion snoozed through some of the later game. It was his usual after-dinner nap. I took care of the dinner dishes late, and then we snuggled a bit. Lion wasn’t looking for love. He just wanted to be close. I was not up for spanking him. I probably should have done it earlier in the day, but I didn’t. At the rate I’m going, he’ll forget the coffee pot again before I punish him for this last time. I’m hoping I remember to do it tonight before my shower. Then he’ll be able to recover for a little bit, and we can still play.

The other day, I remembered our spanking stool. I could have Lion sit in the corner after I spank him. I wouldn’t make him sit there the whole time I was in the shower. I could set a timer and trust that he’d wait for it to go off before he left the corner. The problem I have with it is that Lion’s balance has been off. I don’t know if I want to take the chance that he’ll fall. At the very least, I should be there while he sits so I can help him if he needs it. We’ll certainly discuss it, but I think, for tonight, the stool is out.

We also haven’t revisited anal play since I shoved the small nJoy up his ass last week. I don’t know why but it seems like a lot of work. It isn’t really. Worst case, I can shove the butt plug in and leave it for a while. Training him will indeed take more effort, but we have to start somewhere. Maybe I need the training more than he does.

Step 1) Get off your ass.
Step 2) Shove something in Lion’s ass
Step 3) Move it in and out
Step 4) Repeat the next night.


It’s Sunday afternoon. Yesterday (Saturday), Mrs. Lion put my new treadmill together. It was a difficult job that took her over an hour. I need the treadmill to keep my legs in shape. By evening, she was not feeling able to punish me. I’m still owed a spanking for not setting up the coffee pot and for pissing her off. Because she delays punishing me doesn’t mean that my spanking will be any milder. If anything, it will be more severe since she is waiting until she feels ready to do a good job.

This delay is one way that real life intrudes. Ideally, I would be punished as soon as I commit an offense. However, the fact that my spanking is delayed has little effect on its value. If Mrs. Lion forgets to punish me, it will send the message that I can get away with infractions now and then. We have learned that consistency is critical. A delayed spanking works because I knew from the moment Mrs. Lion told me that I was in trouble that I would get a sore bottom. I didn’t need it to happen then and there. I knew what was coming when Mrs. Lion decided to get around to it. That knowledge is almost as powerful as being spanked on the spot.

In rare cases, I may commit two offenses before being punished for the first. This happened last week. I forgot to set up the coffeepot, and I annoyed her. She told me I would get one spanking. I don’t remember why, but she decided that was the way she wanted to handle it. Over the years, we’ve written and discussed dealing with multiple offenses. One idea was to make the spanking more severe. That never worked. The other idea that I had was to do the punishments on successive days.  A spanking on Sunday for the coffeepot and one on Monday for annoying my lioness. She hasn’t taken a position on this. My vote, which doesn’t count, is successive days.

I’ve learned that from an educational perspective, I get the point best when things are simple. A one-offense-one-spanking system is most logical to me. Mrs. Lion hasn’t decided whether she likes this idea. In the meantime, I’m owed a spanking, which she promised to give me today. Whether I get another tomorrow is up to her.

There’s a meme going around Facebook that says “Who knew that the hardest part of being an adult is figuring out what to cook for dinner every single night for the rest of your life”. It’s true. It’s also true that if you have any person, animal or thing dependent on you for anything, you can’t have a day off. Ever.

I spent one or two hours putting something together yesterday. I was crawling around on the floor, in strange positions tightening bolts, using one of those this-step-is-this-picture instruction booklets. I got to the last step, which seemed largely cosmetic to me, and I couldn’t figure it out. I was willing to forget it, but Lion said it must be necessary. So I struggled for another ten minutes before I figured out how it worked. It may have some benefit other than cosmetic but they could have given a few more clues.

Between bringing the camper home on Friday and lifting and lugging and strange positions of yesterday, I put off Lion’s spanking again. I would have been perfectly happy to crawl in bed and stay there. But, see above. Lion was cooking the pork chops so that was off my plate, but I was in charge of the potatoes and asparagus. Not a big job, but still not huddled in bed under my nice weighted blanket. Even if he’d cooked the whole dinner I still would have had to bring the tray in or clean the table off so we could eat in the kitchen. Speaking of which, I know it’s been weeks but I feel like I just did a big clean up around here. It’s like things multiply to fit the space. Well, to overflow the space actually. It’s pretty frustrating.

I am happy to report that the dog has been fed, the plants have been watered, and the Lion has been fed breakfast. And now it’s time for lunch. Huh. See above.

Lion is still having trouble getting to the edge. I know his shoulder was hurting a lot so I’m sure that added to things. I told him I’d get that orgasm sooner or later. Is it bad that I may want it more than he does? I don’t know that he doesn’t want one. He may be wavering between I-want-an-orgasm-so-bad and why-the-hell-can’t-I-get-there. And that certainly doesn’t help. We’ll get there. I’m willing to keep trying as long as it feels good to Lion.

We started this blog several weeks after Mrs. Lion agreed to lock my penis in a chastity device. That was just about seven years ago. Our blogiversary is on February 7. A lot of similar blogs started at this time of  year. It has to be more than a coincidence. Maybe the cold winter weather has something to do with it–indoor sport, you know. I was very lucky. Mrs. Lion agreed to play.

Other guys aren’t this lucky. Some don’t have partners and still want to experience being made to wait for a chance to ejaculate. Other, married guys may not feel able to ask their partners to play. When we started out, the Web was filled with suggested ways to ask a wife to lock up her husband. I’m sure you can search out these form letters and scripts. I think most of us tend to over complicate things and that’s what causes problems with partners.

I doubt that any man wakes up one morning and decides, “I want my wife to lock me in a male chastity device.” Nope, it doesn’t happen that way. Lots of reading and fantasizing lead up to asking her to do it. That’s normal and fine. Male chastity fantasies are hot to the men who enjoy them. They are very unlikely to turn on a woman. Let’s look at it from her side.

How to ask your partner to lock your cock

First thing, male chastity is a game. It isn’t a lifestyle or religion. It’s a sexual game. This is a key point. If you have any chance at all of convincing your partner to lock your cock, you need to be very clear about exactly what she is expected to do. I know, the fantasies have her portrayed as a cruel mistress who will keep you locked and horny. She will make you do housework and wear panties. She expects you to give her endless oral orgasms as a way to convince her to unlock  you and jerk  you off.

Those are hot fantasies. They don’t work in real life, at least when  you start out. In order to play the male chastity game with you, she has to love you enough to go to the extra trouble the game requires. That means she isn’t a man-hating bitch who wants to see you suffer. Any suggestion that is how you want her to act will almost certainly doom your efforts.

If you suggest that she will get more orgasms if she locks you up, she may well feel hurt and insulted. You are her partner. It’s  your pleasure to give her orgasms. You don’t need to be blackmailed into getting her off, right? If you do, Male chastity is the last thing you need.

Instead, have a much easier conversation with her. Don’t write an email or letter. Talk with her face to face. The first thing to say is that you discovered something that turns you on. She will probably want to know what it is. Tell her it is a sort of game where she decides when you get an orgasm. That may puzzle her. Tell her that it’s very hot for  you to be teased and not be allowed to come. You love the idea of being kept horny for days (Yes, days, not months!).

That sounds pretty harmless to most women. You can also tell her about male chastity devices that assure you won’t jerk off when she isn’t around. When I said that to Mrs. Lion, she was surprised I masturbated. She told me that she didn’t want me to do that. I was amazed she didn’t know I did it and since I was telling her I wanted her to control my orgasms, I could hardly argue with being prohibited from jerking off.

She seemed a little amused about locking me in a male chastity device, and agreed to do it. Later, I learned that she figured I would want out after a short time. Before putting the male chastity device on me, she told me to jerk off one last time. She said she wanted to watch and learn how I do it. I did and then she locked me up.

In the beginning that was pretty much all. She did agree to unlock me and tease me at least every other day. She experimented with different times between orgasms. At first, she jerked me off every day. That was too much for me. Then, she tried different times. She still varies my wait times. We tried other things too. I’ll write about them in a future post.

The key to getting yourself locked into a male chastity device is to make the process as easy as possible for your partner. All  you really need her to do is to keep the key and unlock you now and then for a chance to ejaculate.  Easy peasy!