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.
Not A Christmas and New Year’s Tradition
Christmas day was perfect. It ended with a memorable oral orgasm for me. It was the 59th for 2017 and most likely the last for this year. That is one more than in 2016. My average wait is six days. This probably puts me at the average rate for men married over ten years. I know that some of our readers will argue that we are not practicing male chastity. After all, I’m doing as well as most men in my demographic.
That is a serious misconception. I have no control over when I have sex. My orgasms are 100% under the control of Mrs. Lion. This has been true for the last four years. I haven’t masturbated since January 2014. I’ve been wearing a chastity device for most of this time as well.
The chastity device and the time I wear it, also have nothing to do with male chastity. It does prevent me from taking things into my own hand. But since I haven’t done that when wild, it isn’t necessary. In fact, Mrs. Lion makes me wear the device because it satisfies my enjoyment of bondage.
I was allowed to be wild from Christmas eve through midnight on Christmas day. I’m locked up now. At this moment, I wish I were wild again. I know what you are thinking, “There’s no way to make this lion happy.”
Well, I’m happy now. I don’t wake up every morning delighted that I am wearing a chastity device. It’s inconvenient. It prevents erections. I often wish that I was wild again. But I remember that this was my idea in the first place. I think that the last eight months being cage free created a little ambiguity at least in my mind.
The cage provides a sense of structure. It seems to act as a sort of anchor for our power exchange. It’s true that Mrs. Lion remained firmly in charge while I was wild. She edged me and cuddled with me as often as she did when I was caged. But we both felt a difference. I can’t articulate it, but we both acknowledge it was there.
Mrs. Lion believes that I get both a Christmas and New Year’s orgasm. I went back to my records and my first orgasm of 2017 was on January 7; a wait of 14 days. That means there was no Christmas orgasm either. My first orgasm of 2016 was on January 3. I don’t have records before that, but clearly a Christmas and New Year’s orgasm is not our tradition. Maybe this year we’re starting a new one.
