Sex

Sunday night was a lot of fun for me. I got hardened nicely by Edex, and then Mrs. Lion put clothespins on my nipples and balls. She didn’t ignore my penis in the process. It was very exciting. After the pins were off, she gave me a great blow job, resulting in a very nice orgasm. My erection lasted about 2 1/2 hours.

I hope that one of these days, we can try some vaginal or anal sex. It’s been over five years since I’ve been inside Mrs. Lion. I know she isn’t interested in sex beyond getting me off, but still it would be wonderful to make use of my more reliable boner.

It would also be nice to give her an orgasm. Maybe I’m being selfish. Mrs. Lion says that she just isn’t interested in restoring her libido. Apparently, she doesn’t miss sex. What confuses me is that she can have orgasms. When she’s had them, she seems to react exactly the same way she did when her libido worked. Yet, she doesn’t want them. I just don’t understand.

We have our own brand of love. It doesn’t depend on sex. We belong together. It’s obvious. Mrs. Lion pays close attention to what I need. It’s been two weeks since she spanked me. I’m pretty sure that she isn’t going to let too much time go by before I’m riding the spanking bench. Orgasms and spankings tend to occur in close proximity.

Mrs. Lion made some squash soup, and I made a batch of chicken soup. We freeze the soup to have it ready for the winter. Squirrels store nuts, and lions freeze soup. Same principle, different methodology. I want to make some beef barley soup, too. Maybe we can make some next weekend.

I’ve discovered ten new tricks to drive a woman mad when you give her oral sex. Want to learn them?

I don’t have ten tricks for giving women oral sex. I’m told that I’m pretty good at it. There is only one trick: Don’t stop. Ha!

We cross social media channels with our posts. Our Twitter account (@thedcagedlion) gets a tweet for each post we make. I figured it would be easy for readers to get a preview and then click to read our posts. Some do, but most just read the preview and sometimes respond to it. Most just read the preview and move on. That means I should probably pay more attention to the first couple of sentences in each post. Maybe I could entice more Twitter readers to visit here.

I can’t seem to bring myself to do that. It isn’t that I don’t want more readers; of course, I do. It just feels too contrived to generate clickbait instead of letting each post develop naturally. Newspaper writers are forced to give away the story in the first paragraph. Editors know that people will only spend a few seconds on a story. If it doesn’t grab them at once, they move on. The same is true here on the Web. I understand that I’m probably hurting our visitor count when I fail to make the post title or topic sentence enticing enough.

Oh, what the hell? I’m going back and adding a more exciting topic sentence. Here goes…

Did it work? Pretty cheesy. Ugh!

A while ago (I can’t remember when we started), I discovered that our posts could be turned into podcasts. I set it up, and iTunes started carrying it. Before long, it appeared on nearly every podcast site. If you have the Alexa app on  your phone or own devices that let you use Alexa voice control, you can hear our podcasts simply by saying, “Alexa, play Male Chastity Journal Podcast.” How about that?

I can’t get good information about how many people listen to our podcasts. I know that quite a few do based on traffic to the podcast URL. It also turns out that the Google AI data source for the scary smart ChatGBT used our site as one of its 1.5 million web sources. It turned out that we are in the top half with 39,000 samples from our posts used in its model.

What does this all mean? Not a damn thing, as far as I can tell. We don’t make any money from our site. We are anonymous, so we aren’t famous. I suppose it just means that some people like to find out what we’re up to. It means that we have made a few ripples in some people’s lives. That feels pretty good to me.

I wasn’t up for anything this weekend. I was tired and napped on both Saturday and Sunday. I suspect it was a reaction to my Moderna COVID-19 vaccine shot Friday evening. Prior to this one, I received the Pfizer version, and it had no side effects. That wasn’t available here right now, and we both wanted to get the latest shop before we go east next month.

I’m back to my old self today. Mrs. Lion emailed me that we will make use of the restraints she unearthed this past weekend. That will be fun, maybe. This will be the first time that I will be restrained while sporting an Edex-produced erection. No matter what she does to me, I won’t be able to get soft. Even if she gives me an orgasm, I will remain hard and available.

This has been true as long as I have been using the injections. Mrs. Lion hasn’t made use of this yet. There is something amazingly. vulnerable about having an erection that is not related to sexual arousal. Just as wearing a male chastity device takes away the ability to get hard, an Edex injection turns my penis into a living dildo that will remain hard for a couple of hours whether or not it is having a good time.

Aside from the restored ability to have sex, erection injections can also be part of a power exchange. Loss of control is hot. Under normal conditions, a man has to be sexually aroused to get hard. That means his erection is a signal that he likes what is happening to him. With the injection, the erection is visible to anyone who cares to see. He must be having a good time, right? You get the idea.

I’m not sure that we have reached the point where we want to play this way. Sexual arousal has always been part of the BDSM picture for me. I don’t think I’m ready to change that.

Fall is here. That doesn’t mean a lot where we live. For the most part, we have clouds, some rain, and temperatures in the 40s and 50s from late September through May. Then we get 80-degree days and 50-degree nights. We get occasional hot/cold spells, but by and large, we have two seasons: spring and summer. It’s spring, nine months of the year. This is due to our peculiar location. Our climate is Mediterranean.

I’m not complaining. Even though the daytime temperature topped 100 this summer, we didn’t need air conditioning at night. A University of Washington climate scientist predicts that we will be largely unaffected by climate change for the next hundred years. That’s the weather for today.

We watched our favorite football team lose on Thursday night. We wanted to watch the game later than its start time. Amazon Prime saves the game for later replay. We were annoyed to learn that Amazon starts their coverage over an hour before kickoff, and there’s no fast forward available in their streaming app. Ugh! We gave up and joined the game mid-second quarter. Mrs. Lion and I are discussing the possibility of finding a new favorite team.

You may have noticed that I’ve been writing about lots of non-sexual stuff lately. Since it costs about $11 for me to get a boner, we’ve cut way down on sexual activity. I think Mrs. Lion is relieved. Her libido is gone, and servicing mine isn’t much fun for her. Now, I can feel guilty about spending money as well as being a chore for my lioness. She’s never asked me to give myself a boner shot.

When this topic comes up, she says that it’s up to me to decide when I want a shot. I disagree. Yes, it makes sense that I should want an erection, but when I get one, it means work for her. Because erections require an expensive injection, I’m very reluctant to get one on “spec.” Mrs. Lion needs to be prepared to do something with it. It isn’t like when i got hard without this help. My insurance covers 18 Edex shots every ninety days. If we do one a week, we use thirteen. There’s room for some extras.

I’m also wondering if the compounding pharmacy can provide the single-ingredient serum. It would be a lot cheaper than the Edex. It would also open up the possibility of more erections. Right now, we don’t need more.

I don’t think that we’ve figured out how to have a sex life, given the changes in both of us. I suppose we could just give up.  That’s what a lot of couples do. I’m sure that Mrs. Lion would like that. I’m enough trouble without dealing with my sexual needs. I’m not sure how I would handle it. I have enough new limits in my life without having to deal with the loss of sex, too.

Using Edex has delivered a surprise benefit. I’m delivering a normal amount of semen with each orgasm. Mrs.  Lion likes that. I have a theory of why I’ve changed. When a man gets hard, a cavity opens up below the base of the penis. During arousal, semen fills it. Ejaculation causes muscles to contract and forces the semen from the cavity and out of the penis. I think that before using the boner serums, my erections weren’t full enough to create the cavity. When I had an orgasm, there was little to nothing to ejaculate. That’s my theory.

I also think my ED may be psychological. I don’t have any obvious physical condition that would cause my problem. Age, of course, makes sexual functions more difficult. I think that the one-way nature of our sex life is a big factor. I’m grateful that Mrs. Lion provides me with sexual release. Over time it gets increasingly clear that sex isn’t something we share. It’s something that Mrs. Lion provides.

The first sign of this issue appeared when I could no longer get off from a handjob. My body just quit enjoying it enough to orgasm. Fortunately, my old favorite, oral sex, worked fine. Still, it may have been a signal that something important was missing.

I have no idea what we can do to change that. I don’t even know who we can ask. I suspect that we both need to be more sexual and vocal about our kinks. For example, Mrs. Lion almost never tells me that I’m going to be spanked. She’ll tell me that I forgot to do something, but that’s all. The only place she talks about anything sexual or kinky is in her posts. She doesn’t even answer my morning emails.

That means we are asexual except for the short time just before and after I do a boner shot. Verbal or physical foreplay is absent. One reason I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me in a chastity device (in 2013), was to force the issue of us getting more sexual on a regular basis. It worked well until it stopped working.

I admit it. I’m at a loss. There must be something I/we can do to fix this. Maybe I just have to give up. I don’t know. Oh, one more symptom: Mrs. Lion reads my posts but never uses them to start a conversation. I have to pry reactions out of her. I’ll ask her if she read it. She’ll say, “Yes. It’s good.” That’s it. If that’s her reaction to this post, I think it’s time to give up. We’ll see.