Sandal Weather

Lion finally got a good night’s rest last night. I might have too. Sometimes I think I’m fine and then I’m face down a few hours later. Fingers crossed.

I’m hoping when we snuggle tonight, Mr. Weenie will be looking for fun. Lion was a little itchy and my neck was not happy watching TV while snuggling so that ended that adventure. We’ll be better tonight I’m sure.

I’ve been thinking every day is Friday all week. I think it’s because I didn’t really have a weekend while I was away. I was running pretty much every day. And I didn’t do any of the normal weekend things like laundry. Plus there are a lot of people on vacation at work so it’s been pretty boring without the normal side conversations going on.

The bottom line is that I’m ready for the weekend and a return to normalcy. With or without the Box O’Fun, I hope we can play. I can tie Lion’s balls or get him with the Icy Hot. I’ve also had my eye on the nail polish again. He hasn’t had pretty toes in a very, very long time. Since it’s summer, and sandal weather, I think he might need some color. Not that Lion wears sandals. Of course, he doesn’t normally wear nail polish. Maybe I can complete his look with a matching pair of panties. So many possibilities.

We Started With Sex

This blog is generally limited in terms of what you expect to read. It’s about power and sex; more specifically female power and domination. I’m very lucky that our relationship is rich and Mrs. Lion is so generous in her efforts to make me happy. I am very grateful.

Sometimes it’s easy to overlook just how rare this gift is. Sexual domination isn’t the least bit organic for Mrs. Lion. It’s probably 180 degrees from her natural inclinations. But she adopted her role because she knows it makes me happy. I worry that her loss of libido is caused by how far she’s drifted from her sexual compass. Is the price of pleasing me the loss of her own sexual pleasure?

This is one of those “what if” questions. They’re impossible to answer. But I still wonder. What if I were sexually aggressive and initiated sexual activity? Would Mrs. Lion still want sex? We’ll never know. Even if I suddenly changed and became the sexually aggressive macho male, I don’t know if she would be different. I wonder about that.

Before I met her and my master/slave relationship was over, I thought about what would be next for me. Did I want another male-dominant power exchange? I was unhappy with the way that relationship deteriorated. I realized that I wanted peace. I wanted a warm. loving relationship. I imagined comfort, security, and lots of shared love. Sex and power weren’t even on my list of desired attributes.

Even now, while I really love our power exchange, the top of my wish list is still love and warmth. I imagine that Mrs. Lion had a similar set of desires. Ironically, our relationship began with sex as the reason we got together. I don’t think either of us believed that the other stuff was attainable. We were both horny and were looking for some fun.

Love quietly crept into our hearts. After some time, we aren’t exactly sure when, we realized we wanted to be together all the time. We had very little information about one another. We didn’t know what sort of music each liked; probably a good thing. We have nothing in common there. The same is true of a lot of superficial stuff that couples normally share before they even consider love.

That may be why we are so different yet completely devoted to one another. We went from sex to love. Then, Mrs. Lion learned I love opera, theater, and veggies with my dinner. I discovered she likes fast food, contemporary rock, and puzzles. Our interests don’t overlap. Over the years, we’ve acquired appreciation for some of each other’s interests. We know we are very different from one another. We don’t care.

I never believed that there is some organic, inexplicable force that binds some people to one another. Mrs. Lion and I are an example that this force exists. Moreover, it transcends any superficial interests, including sex. Even though it was sex that brought us together, it no longer takes priority in terms of us. All I know is that we belong together. Boy am I glad I found her!


Like a Bad Check

While we say we sleep better when we’re together, the past few nights have not proved it. Even last night after I changed the bed Lion was up a lot. I’ve been sleeping but not well. No idea what’s going on.

There’s definitely less anxiety when we’re together. Lion jokes that he wasn’t sure I wouldn’t find someone better and wouldn’t come home. Even my ex. All spending any time with my ex proves is that I was right to leave. Maybe not right to leave the kids, but right to leave him. We’ll always have ties because of the kids but the less contact the better.

I know Lion is insecure but he’s stuck with me. I’m like a bad check. I’ll always come back to him. On paper I know it doesn’t seem like we belong together and I can’t explain it, but we do. It’s definitely cliche but we’d do anything for each other. I suppose that’s why I’m so willing to do most of the things he wants me to do to him. It makes him happy.

Tonight maybe we’ll snuggle and see if my weenie is interested in any fun. If Lion’s too tired my weenie won’t react. I’ll just try again the next night. I try never to put any pressure on Lion to play. If it doesn’t happen one night it will happen sometime in the next few nights. I’m pretty sure putting pressure on him would add to anxiety and not being able to play. Why would I do that to him?

Doing It Lioness Style

If you wonder what happened to our list of blogs we read, our hosting company stopped access to that plugin. I’m going to figure out another way to continue listing sites. A little over a year ago we moved from our own server (way too much work to maintain) to a hosting service that does all the work. It costs more, but up until now, has been a pleasure. In the scope of life, it’s a small thing. I just want you to know what happened.

We frequently get comments about the absolute need for a chastity device if we are to be practicing enforced male chastity. I sort of agree, but the fact is that enforced male chastity is about controlling male ejaculation. Whether or not I’m locked into a device, Mrs. Lion has absolute control over my orgasms. I know, I know, if I’m not locked up I could jerk off. Please! If I’m locked up and determined to masturbate, I can pull out of my cage.

The most common argument that if it is a lot of work to pull out, by the time I actually do it, I won’t want to masturbate. Let’s face it, we’re grownups (this blog is for grownups. If you’re a kid, go back to some other site). Grownups can control themselves. If you are prone to going off and rubbing one out, enforced chastity isn’t for you,.

What we do (Mrs. Lion and I, hopefully you too) is consensual. I want her to be in control of my orgasms. Why in the world would I want to cheat?

A lot of my posts this month have been about the gap between fantasies and reality. My reality is great. I love our power exchange. I don’t love every second of it. But I don’t want to give it up.

So, if you are offended that Mrs. Lion hasn’t put my cock back in a cage yet, tough nuggies. We are still practicing enforced male chastity. We’re doing it lioness style.

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