Best By Date
We are closing in on the end of the year. It’s time to take a look back. Based on Mrs. Lion’s comment, it looks like I will have 60 orgasms this year. That amounts to an average of one every 6 days. Not shown on the graph are the edging sessions. Given, that for at least three months in 2017 I was uninterested in sex (3 medical procedures), the real average is probably less.
Mrs. Lion reminded me (and you) that my orgasm control isn’t about reducing the number of orgasms to as small a number as possible. She believes that I should come when she feels like giving me an orgasm; no schedule or other rules.
Her weapon of choice is the hand job. That’s clear by looking at the graph. Sixty-nine percent are executed by hand, thirty percent oral. I enjoyed all but nine percent; they were ruined. Some think that such frequent orgasms invalidate our male chastity relationship. Of course, Mrs. Lion decides when I get to ejaculate.
I keep track of orgasms and wait times purely out of curiosity and my interest in keeping track. I guess many guys are like that. We’ve been at all this long enough to feel secure that we are doing the right thing; for us. The reason I decided to share these stats is that I like the cool charts I can make with Excel. I use a spreadsheet to track my sex life.
I do a lot of things that ultimately aren’t particularly meaningful. I wear a chastity device but don’t need one to remain chaste. I want a disciplinary relationship even though Mrs. Lion and I have a great partnership and we rarely argue. Keeping books on my orgasms has no effect on my sex life.
All of these things are complications that I’m responsible for imposing on our lives. Now that we are at the end of our fourth year doing this stuff, I can’t help but reflect on these choices. I think it’s healthy to evaluate the contribution these things make to us and our relationship. Somewhat surprisingly, I think all this stuff is good for us both.
Of course, right now I wouldn’t mind retracting the disciplinary part. I committed two food sins. On Wednesday night I ate before Mrs. Lion. Last night, I managed to get some Tika Masala on my shirt. I’m writing this Thursday night while she is in the shower. When she gets out, I’ll be spanked. I’m not sure what else is in store for me, but I won’t like it.
Lest you think I am protesting something I actually want, let me state that I don’t want to be punished. I just want to snuggle under the covers (it’s cold here), hold hands, and watch TV.
It’s times like this that make me wonder why I think I want this sort of stuff. I also wonder why I wanted to go back into the chastity device. Have we passed the “best by” date? Is four years long enough for all this? I don’t know. It’s worth thinking about.
Hula Man
I always tease Lion about getting him one of those hula girl statues for his car. He grumbles every time. The other day we had our company Christmas lunch. We exchanged white elephant gifts and I wound up with a hula girl. Except it wasn’t a hula girl. It was a hula guy. I teased Lion about putting him in Lion’s car instead of a hula girl. He grumbled that he didn’t want it in his car. He suggested I put it in my truck.
I wasn’t really going to put him in Lion’s car but what if I did? Would it embarrass Lion to have a hula girl in his car? Yes. Would it be worse if the hula girl was a hula guy? Oh yes! The bigger question is that if I told Lion to put Braddah Ed (as the package calls him) on his dashboard, should he have to do it? I say yes. My power in this relationship is not relegated to the bedroom. Lion wears panties to work. He has two punishment shirts to wear in public. If he spills food on his shirt in a restaurant he still gets punished. My weenie is locked away no matter where he goes. If I want the hula man to dance on his dashboard the hula man should dance on his dashboard.
A few weeks ago my windshield got cracked when a rock bounced out of a truck on the highway. Many cars in Washington have cracked windshields. The cops don’t pay much attention. In New York they’d pull you over just for that. I don’t think Washington cops even bother mentioning it if they’ve pulled you over for something else. It’s just a fact of life here. The last time it happened Lion insisted I get it fixed right away. It wasn’t big and I figured I’d get creamed right away anyway but Lion was insistent. This time I wanted to wait a bit. The crack is growing and now Lion was getting worried. He made an appointment for the new windshield. He’s working from home this week so I stole his car to get to work. I told him yesterday that I’d install hula man on his dashboard while I had his car.
Unfortunately, hula man is a big boy. He doesn’t fit on Lion’s dash. I tried. Damn it! I wasn’t really going to leave him there. I just wanted to take a picture of the Buddha-bodied, grass-skirted sex symbol to make Lion nervous. He does, however, look right at home in the cup holder. He’d still be a reminder of exactly who’s in charge when he happened to catch Lion’s eye.
How To Introduce A Chastity Device To Your Partner
Introducing a chastity device to your partner is not the first step in getting her to lock you up. My previous post, “The Best Way To Get Her Started In Male Chastity” is the first step. It explains how to introduce orgasm control in your relationship. That is definitely how to start. Your partner learns how to take control of your orgasms and you learn sexual obedience.
Very few, if any, women like the idea that locking their partners’ cocks in hardware is the only way to assure they won’t wander or jerk off. Orgasm control without a chastity device is a relatively small step for her. It’s a nice gift that she can enjoy using.
If you’ve been successful introducing orgasm control and you have been made to wait a few times, you are on your way to wearing a chastity device. Bear in mind that the device is something you want. You should assume that she won’t see any particular value in locking you up. If she is willing to do it, she is indulging your fetish. She knows orgasm control requires no hardware. Read this paragraph again.
You must understand that the hardware is something you want to wear. Don’t even think about telling her she should lock you up to assure your fidelity and obedience to her orgasm control. This is critical. You have been showing her your obedience and have been allowing her to control when you get to come. No hardware needed.
If you still need convincing, consider what telling her you need to be locked up to avoid masturbation or cheating means. It means that you don’t care enough about her to honor your promises and commitments to her. Do you really want to say that? I hope not.
I’ll bet you have been fantasizing about her locking you up so you have to be a good boy. They are just fantasies that you can enjoy. If you want the reality of wearing a chastity device, keep those thoughts to yourself.
How do you introduce the hardware to her?
It’s actually a lot easier than you think. By introducing orgasm control first, she’s learned that you really like her controlling if and when you get to ejaculate. Maybe she has even learned about edging and she teases you that way between orgasms. Hopefully, you’ve given her enough time to make orgasm control part of her life.
She’s accepted her controlling role. Sex for her and, occasionally for you is completely under her control. Have you reached this point? If not, she isn’t ready to lock you up. Bookmark this post and come back to it when she’s ready.
Now that she is fully in control of your orgasms, you can introduce the chastity device. I favor a direct approach. Mine to Mrs. Lion was something like this:
Me: “I think it would be very hot for me to wear a chastity device.”
Her: “A what?”
Me: “It locks on my penis and prevents me from getting hard and having an orgasm. You have the key and can unlock me when you want to use my penis. Otherwise it’s safely locked away.” (I show her the inexpensive Chinese device I ordered from dhgate.com)
Her: (handling the device) “Doesn’t this hurt to wear? It looks mean.”
Me: “I don’t know. I’ve been doing some reading. If we like having me wear this full time, we can order one custom made to fit me exactly. I’ve read that those would be very comfortable for full time wear.”
Her: “You really want to do this? You want to wear this all the time, even to work?”
Me: “I’d like to try. Maybe we could agree on a trial period and at the end of the trial decide if I will continue to wear it. We can take a break if the device hurts me. That will give me a chance to order one that is a better fit. What do you think?”
Her: (Long pause) “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Me: “Yes. I’ve thought about it a lot.”
Her: (Long pause) “Ok. How long should our trail period be?”
Me: “Three months?”
Her: “Really? That long.”
Me: (Longer pause) (Softly) “Yes.”
Her: “Ok, we’ll try it. (Picks up the chastity device) How does this work?”
It was easy for me because Mrs. Lion is very open to trying things I want. She had long known I like kinky stuff and this latest kink wasn’t shocking for her. She was sure I wouldn’t last the three months, but decided to indulge me.
The most important factor in this dialogue is that I didn’t even imply that she needed the device to keep me from cheating. The device was presented as something that turns me on and would like to try. Yes is easy in this context.
Even after over three years of constant wear, Mrs. Lion didn’t consider it something she needed. She understands that it’s something I like. It’s part of the game. It’s a game she likes to play, but it is a game nonetheless.
That’s the key. Wearing a chastity device is part of a game. In this game I lose the ability to ejaculate at will. It’;s a game I love to play.
Happy Ending
Lion was horny yesterday. I wonder if he’s more horny because he’s locked up again. He does love his bondage. And he loves feeling my control. I never took that into account when deciding if he should be caged again. Actually I just thought of it.
I mean, yes, I knew he’d feel my power. It’s difficult for him not to with a metal fob on his balls and weenie. My balls and weenie. And I know he loves bondage. But does the cage make him hornier? That’s the part I hadn’t considered. I do not know.
What I do know is that the cage cooperated very nicely when I first locked him up. Sometimes I have trouble with that little screw. (Who wants a little screw when you could have a big screw? But I digress.) But the other night the threads lined up perfectly the first time. My weenie was not happy to be smushed into the cage again after all that time, but the screw gave me no problems. Last night it cooperated again. I’m taking that as a sign Lion was meant to be caged.
When I first suggested playing last night, Lion wanted to wait until his allergy medicine kicked in. He’s had much less trouble lately but he still gets itchy from time to time. He let me know when he was ready. I had to strike while the Lion was hot. And hot he was.
Lion so nicely alerted me to the fact that he’d been waiting five days in his first email communication to me of the day. He wasn’t begging for an orgasm. He really was just alerting me. Sure he was horny but he figured he’d be edged and put away. And I may have done that. But I didn’t.
I don’t have a reason for giving him an orgasm. Or not giving him one for that matter. I just go along edging him until I decide we’re done or I decide to give him an orgasm. It’s like a mental coin flip. Heads I win. Tails you lose. But I was also calculating how many days till Christmas and a potential holiday orgasm. I decided he’d have another five day wait and that was good enough for me.
[Lion – If you’re in a calculating mood, last night’s orgasm was my 58th this year. All of 2016 I got 58 orgasms as well. Maybe I’ll break last year’s record]
