Forgetful

Lion reminded me this morning that we’d both forgotten punishment day yesterday. I used to have it set up on my phone but then it would buzz and Lion would sometimes take the hint to remind me. He also had it set up on his phone for a while. At any rate, we both forgot. Does that mean Lion is off the hook? How can I enforce a rule when I forgot about it too? Silly questions. I can enforce it because I’ve decided to enforce it. Lions buns will be rosy tonight.

I also forgot to write a post. I didn’t write one before I left work because I only work half days on Fridays. I figured I could write it when I got home. Then I decided I’d stop by a few stores looking for Lion’s birthday present. When I got home, Lion was here and we had lunch. We decided we’d both go out to run some errands. And I remembered the post. Better late than never.

I’ve been doing fairly well at remembering things. Sure I forget little things, but punishment day? It’s been quite a while since that one slipped past me. And I don’t know that it’s ever slipped past both of us. Maybe the alerts will have to go back on the phone. Maybe just the 9 o’clock one when it’s too late to save Lion from his 8:30 deadline.

I think we were trying to find our way back from not snuggling the other night. I asked Lion if he wanted to be pegged. He declined and asked if it was okay. It’s always okay with me when he doesn’t want to play. I offer and it’s up to him to accept or decline. That’s not true of punishment, of course, but play is different. He has to be in the mood or a certain mindset for play. We snuggled and watched TV, but the angle is bad for me for snuggling and watching TV. My neck is strained. I assume that’s why Lion doesn’t usually move to snuggle with me. He’d never be able to see the TV. Instead we held hands. I think Lion’s allergies were bothering him again.

By the way, Lion said I equate snuggling with play. I don’t. If we snuggle and it leads to an erection and we go from there, then I consider it play. Likewise, if I’m doing everything I can to get him hard and he never quite makes it, for whatever reason, I consider that an attempt at play. Snuggling and holding hands is not play.

Tonight, after I make his butt rosy, I will attempt to arouse my weenie. If he cooperates we’ll play. No pressure. Sometimes the weenie has a mind of its own.

Posted in Anal play, Cock and ball torture, Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment

A Promise Sealed With Steel

Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday raised some questions that may not have definitive answers. No survey can offer much guidance on how often she and I should snuggle or play. Play to Mrs. Lion encompasses any sexual activity as well as things like spanking, pegging, etc. So, if she gets me hard and edges me, that counts as play. Just snuggling and fondling my cock and balls also counts. So, the idea of “playing” every day isn’t as outrageous as it may seem at first.

The idea that we have some sexual contact daily isn’t a bad idea as far as I’m concerned. I wish some of it could be for her.  I’m not willing to put any pressure on her to want sexual attention. Sometimes, in my more paranoid moments, I worry that she will find someone else who can turn her on. When I have those dark thoughts, I remind myself that our relationship goes way beyond sex. If she were horny enough to look elsewhere I like to think that I would notice and take care of it at home.

I have no expectation that every night will be more than some snuggling and maybe petting. Lions love petting. The essential element for me is the intimacy. One benefit of me wearing my Jail Bird is that it provides a sort of focus. We established a three-and-a-half-year-long habit of a daily unlock followed by some teasing. Sure, we missed days, but not very many. The cage provided a sort of intimacy focal point.

In fairness, since I have been wild, we snuggle every bit as often as when I wore the device. The difference is that Mrs. Lion appears to feel badly if she misses a night. Part of it may be that we are both a little concerned that without the cage the intimacy will slowly disappear. Of course, the cage may be back either as part of a punishment or full time as it was before my surgery.

The cage is a powerful symbol. We both agreed that its presence drove our return to physical intimacy. The irony of a device intended to prevent sexual contact actually promoted it, didn’t escape us. We both knew that there was no danger I would jerk off or look for other sexual outlets if I didn’t wear the cage. The chastity device represented our power exchange. It was a kind of promise we made to one another; a promise sealed with steel.

Is it the steel that keeps us focused on our promise? Of course it isn’t.

Posted in Lion's Journal, Living with chastity