Balance Of Power
We’re beginning our fifth year of male chastity. I’m back in the Jail Bird again for a little over a week. It feels as though no time has passed since I stopped wearing it last April. It’s appropriate to begin the year as we began our journey in December 2013. I’m amazed that we are still at it.
I know that a lot of people claim that there is an organic reason for a man to surrender power to a woman. Some of the more bizarre communications we’ve received claim that God ordained female superiority and He intended all males to be caged. Please! Other guys believe that they are organically submissive and need the firm hand of a woman. This is certainly plausible. But it isn’t true of me.
It’s actually possible for enforced chastity to exist in a marital partnership. We manage to do it. I’ve given and Mrs. Lion has accepted my sexual surrender. That doesn’t mean I am now a child and Mrs. Lion my mother. We are still husband and wife. We care for each other. We share responsibilities and we share chores. We love one another.
Nothing has changed beyond two things: Mrs. Lion wins in the event of a dispute. And, sex is completely under her control. In terms of what we write here, that’s a big deal. However, our lives go on, unchanged from before we started all this. We go to work. We pay the bills, cook, do the laundry, and love one another more and more each day.
Sexual activity is confined to an hour or less each day. We don’t have elaborate dominant/submissive rituals. No one would guess we have any sort of sexual power exchange. I’m sure that’s true of almost every other couple who shares our interests. Chastity becomes part of the daily routine. The novelty, for us, wore off years ago. Yet, we find ways to keep things interesting.
I think that a big reason more people don’t practice male chastity, at least for long, is that the male expectation is that life as he knows it will change radically because he has his cock locked up. If you think about how much of your day sex occupies, you will realize that no matter how horny you both may be, sex probably takes less than 10 percent of your day. A lot less.
If you recognize this, then it won’t seem odd that wearing a chastity device isn’t going to change your life. Your wife may indeed imperiously rule your sex life. But that won’t take up too much of her day, or yours. You may spend hours and hours fantasizing, but your partner won’t. If you remember that, your adventure in male chastity will last a long time, like ours.
Loopy Lion
Sometimes Lion gets loopy at night. We haven’t been able to figure out why this happens. He’s wobbly when he walks and he loves to have deep discussions.
Last night’s discussions ranged from having sex like we did when we first met to whether he should wear the cage anymore. When I give him short answers he says he can’t tell if I’m answering truthfully or just to shut him up. Usually I’m tired and trying to sleep because I have work in the morning. The answers are both truthful and just to shut him up.
Lion insists I thought he was crazy when we first met. I didn’t. I think he mis-remembers those first few meetings. We met online and after a few days of talking we decided to meet. For sex. Just sex. Neither of us was looking for a long term relationship. I was sowing my wild oats that I hadn’t done in my early years. At least that was the plan.
I don’t remember how many times we met before Lion sprang bondage and spanking on me. I know I was already in too deep to say no. He had me bamboozled. Hornswoggled. Hoodwinked. I might have thought he was crazy at that point but it was too late. At any rate, aside from the first meeting being anal sex, I don’t really remember much about later sex. He says he would give me oral sex and/or I’d ride him. Then I’d either give him a hand job or oral sex. OK. Sounds reasonable. I remember bits and pieces.
He would like to go back to that. Me too. How do we do that? Things have changed. I’ve lost my sex drive. We’ve tried jump-starting it to no avail. So far we don’t know what to do about that. And our relationship has a whole new dynamic. The old saying “you can’t go back again” may apply. We can definitely revisit this.
As far as the cage is concerned, I asked him if not wearing the cage anymore meant we’d stop orgasm control. He said of course not. I said I’d have to think about it. I do. I can’t just give an off-the-cuff, I’m-too-tired-to-answer answer. We need to discuss something like that. Why does he want to be wild? Will he want to not be wild at times? I have a lot of questions.
We’re entering our fifth year of chastity. Neither of us thought it would last this long. I certainly didn’t foresee domestic discipline or female led marriage. Who knows what Lion has in store for me in the future? I am positive about one thing – it won’t be dull.
Vanilla Tuesday
I’m happy that Mrs. Lion’s Christmas present to me didn’t fit. She got me 12 panties in a horrid open lace style. There was an assortment of colors that ranged from bright orange to neon pink. I’m not fond of wearing panties. Mrs. Lion promised to replace her gift with better fitting female underwear. I told her not to bother, that it’s the thought that counts. But no, she insisted on finding me panties that are a better fit. What a lioness!
I already have about a dozen pairs. They sit in the back of my underwear drawer. Fortunately, she doesn’t have me wear them very often. More underwear would be a waste. I don’t think there’s room for more. My regular underwear is very comfortable.
I’ve settled in to wearing a chastity device again. The Jail Bird is comfortable. I don’t think I am hornier because I am wearing it again. It is effective in stopping erections. I can’t have one unless I am unlocked. I’m not particularly happy about wearing it again. Of course, no one asked me whether I like wearing it or not.
Today Mrs. Lion and I are back to work. I’m working from home this week. Mrs. Lion is driving to her office. It gets lonely here without her. Yesterday, Mrs. Lion baked some scones for me. I love scones and hers are wonderful.
Yesterday was quiet. The dog mostly let us sleep in. She got Mrs. Lion up once to let her out. She doesn’t think I can open the door correctly. She insists on Mrs. Lion doing it. I did get a lick on my nose at 7:30, but then she went back to sleep and so did I. We didn’t do anything more exciting than going to the store and going out for dinner.
It’s the kind of quiet day off that we both treasure. We has a very vanilla Tuesday and we loved it.
Still No Sling
By the time we cooked dinner, ate it and digested it enough to move, it was fairly late. We decided to forget about the sling and I edged Lion in bed. I got him ready by hand but gave him an oral orgasm. He loves those and I love giving them to him. And oral orgasms have a ways to go to catch up to hand jobs in terms of statistics.
Obviously hand jobs are easier. They don’t require any special positions for me. I just have to be sitting beside Lion on the bed and off we go. To give him oral attention I generally have to be on my stomach between his legs or standing while he’s in the sling. We haven’t used the sling until recently. I’ve been trying to even the score but it was clearly an uphill battle when I started. I had no real hope of catching up. But next year I’ll try harder. Perhaps oral orgasms will win in the end. Maybe I’ll make that my new year’s resolution.
The other day I said I like giving Lion orgasms on holidays. Today he countered that I hadn’t done that in a while. Perhaps not but when I scheduled his orgasms on the calendar I tried to give him one on holidays. When the schedule went away I was left to figure things out in my head. Anyone who’s ever waited around for me to figure out what day it is, let alone when a holiday falls or what date next Wednesday will be, knows that figuring out anything in my head doesn’t go well. I can either go back to scheduling things on a calendar, whether or not Lion knows, or I can just continue on my merry way of fumbling around. I’m not sure one method is better or worse than the other. The bottom line is I give Lion an orgasm when I feel like it. It doesn’t matter how many days he’s been waiting or if I manage to hit it on a holiday. We’ve been doing pretty well so far.
