Myth Busted!
Late last week I discovered a “bump” above my right nipple. It was a little sore. Naturally, I was concerned. I made an appointment with my doctor. He felt the swollen area and told me I should get a mammogram. A what?
“A mammogram,” he repeated.
I sighed audibly. He told me not to worry. In thirty-five years of practice he’s sent lots of men and none had cancer. I made an appointment for this past Thursday.
I went to the hospital and checked into the breast clinic. The what? I sent Mrs. Lion a picture of the waiting room. It’s the same one above.
I was not a happy camper. Before long, I was escorted into the mammogram room. The technician told me she would squeeze my breast between two pieces of lucite. I reminded her that I am male and don’t have breasts. “Yes you do,” she said. I rolled my eyes.
Sorry ladies, the procedure was painless for me. I can now say that whining about a mammogram is just whining. I can’t get the, “You never had one. You have no idea how horrible it feels.” Yes I do! It was quick and painless. Of course I did worry I have cancer. The mammogram was followed by a sonogram of the bump and the area around it. A couple of minutes after the sonogram, the radiologist came into the room and told me that the bump wasn’t cancer and my breasts are clear.
There’s that word again. I know that males and females have breast tissue. Mine isn’t visible from the outside and the mammogram was a tiny profile. I’ve seen endless jokes by women that if we had our balls squished like their breasts (a manogram), we’d know. Well my breasts were squished just like theirs. NBFD (No Big Fucking Deal). The myth is busted!
I also visited a dermatologist about my itching. He prescribed a topical cream as well as a pill that is used off label for eczema (my insurance won’t pay for it for this diagnosis). The drug is used as an anti-rejection pill for kidney transplants. The dermatologist insists that it will suppress my immune system just enough to stop the allergic itching.
I’ll give it a try. The list of possible side effects is a little scary and I will have to get blood tests every two weeks until I reach the full dose. I’m starting with a low dose to help my body get used to the drug.
Maybe all this medical stuff has contributed to my lack of interest in sex. I’m concerned there is a more basic issue: My brain knows I won’t get sex most of the time and has simply turned off the interest until an orgasm is likely. This is my current theory. It’s probably wrong, but it’s been kicking around in my head for a while now.
Is this just another myth I’ve created to explain a more organic loss of libido? Sex has moved into the background lately. Maybe I’m just trying to rationalize this change. This could be a self-fulfilling prophecy and will result in further loss of sexual interest. I hope Mrs. Lion can prove me wrong.
Rainy and Cold Outside
Last night when we were snuggling, I’d just started fondling Lion when I heard the unmistakable sounds of slumber. I know he’s had trouble sleeping but to fall asleep just when I get to the good part? I’d be offended if I didn’t know he’s been awake most of the night for ages. When I told him about it later he said he always falls asleep when someone rubs his balls. I had just barely touched them.
As we were falling asleep, for real, he grumbled something about no sex for Lion. He’d taken whatever combination of drugs makes him loopy. Sometimes he remembers what he says when he’s loopy. Sometimes he doesn’t. He’s usually very talkative. Generally I’m trying to sleep and he’s rambling on about sex and our relationship and if I don’t answer him he gets a little annoyed. Sometimes he wants sex. It usually doesn’t work because he’s taken whatever combination of drugs that makes him loopy and they also make him sleepy. That’s the point of taking them. The sleeping part, I mean. [Lion – For the record, I remember everything about last night]
Since he had his orgasm Tuesday night we haven’t really played. There’s been some snuggling. There have been a few days when one or both of us has been too achy. He’s been too itchy. It’s rare for us to not even try to play. Lion does have times when he’s in a lull. I don’t think this is one of them. I think achiness and itching have overridden his sex drive. It’s understandable. Life intrudes.
I’m hoping this weekend we can play. We don’t have anything other than chores and a few errands planned. Just a nice quiet weekend at home. My favorite. Spending it with my favorite person in the world is even better. It may be rainy and cold outside but it’s warm and cozy inside with Lion.
Another Weekend
I think we might have played in the sling last night if our dog hadn’t had a seizure. I had to get her cleaned up and clean the floor and then dinner was late. Life conspired against us. However, another weekend is upon us and I’m sure we’ll find time to play in the sling in the next two days.
Lion is at the last of his doctor appointments of the week. He took the last of his steroids days ago but he’s started to itch again. I think it’s time to change the bed. I’m hoping this doctor will have some idea about stopping the itching, short of getting rid of the dog. As long as Lion doesn’t need to be inside a giant plastic bubble we should be able to deal with it.
I probably have to manscape Lion. Before I do that, I want to get him with some menthol rub. He bought some really evil stuff. Silly boy. He should know I’ll use it eventually. Why keep buying meaner and meaner stuff? Perhaps I need to make a rule about buying things like that. Maybe I should make rules about buying anything related to play. I need a chance to catch up. Maybe if I use them more often he won’t be so quick to buy things. Wouldn’t it be nice to have fiery balls? *singe* Oh. Maybe not.
It’s interesting to me that he hates the things I’ve bought. Those tiny little dollhouse clothespins and Velcro are among the things he whines about when I bring them out. He’ll plead with me not to use them. But I can whomp his butt all day long. I know he hates punishment swats but maybe the dollhouse clothespins are a more effective form of punishment. He certainly won’t interrupt if he knows those little bastards will be clamped down on the head of my weenie. Perhaps it’s time to change tactics.
Four Years Later
We’ve almost completed four years of enforced male chastity. We’ve gone through many changes in that time. We started out trying to follow the evergreen chastity fantasies. It took almost no time to realize that they weren’t going to work. Mrs. Lion was sure I would grow tired of wearing a chastity device and ask to stop. She didn’t understand how important it was to me.
The idea of wearing a chastity device, while cool, wasn’t what compelled me to continue. My reason was much more basic. I was tired of no meaningful sexual contact with my beloved lioness. When we started, I was lucky to get a hand job once a month. I masturbated a couple of times a week. That was my sex life.
I imagined that enforced chastity would force us to have sexual contact more frequently. Most people expect enforced chastity to reduce the frequency of male orgasms. I figured that the focus on locking up my penis and then teasing me, would give me a lot more sex. I didn’t care if the sex was orgasmic or not. I just wanted the contact.
It worked. Mrs. Lion edged me every couple of days. She also made me come much more frequently than before I was locked up. Even better, we touched each other and kissed way more frequently than before. Enforced chastity flipped a switch that returned intimacy to our marriage. It didn’t take long for Mrs. Lion to realize that we had turned a corner and understood what made it happen. At that point, we decided that chastity would become a permanent part of our marriage.
A year later, we decided to try expanding her authority to cover other areas of our lives. It took us quite a while to develop our own version of a female led relationship. Once more we learned from experience. Now, we are both comfortable with our power exchange. My point is that meaningful change takes time. It doesn’t take long to lock on a chastity device, but it takes quite a while to integrate it into a relationship.
It’s natural to focus on hardware in the beginning. After a while, the device itself isn’t really necessary. I’m conditioned (trained) to depend completely on Mrs. Lion for any sexual fun. I can’t imagine jerking off again. It is completely natural to obey Mrs. Lion and docilely accept punishment from her. We’ve both changed in very fundamental ways.
Mrs. Lion accepts her role and is much better about telling me what she wants. She is much more confident with me. I hope that confidence rubs off on the outside world. She’s a smart, strong woman who is worthy of respect everywhere she goes. She is my best friend, soulmate, and disciplining wife. If you read back in our archives, you can see how we got here.
