True to her word, Mrs. Lion took me to the playroom and attached my restraints the the spanking bench for some activity. I hadn’t been on the bench in a while. It was surprisingly uncomfortable. My weight put pressure on my chest and stomach. I’m not sure that it has anything to do with the bench as much as my general condition today. So after a few minutes of spanking and some ball fondling, we went back to the bedroom where she attached me to the bed, face-down and spread eagle.
I should say that I wasn’t released from my cage at all. When I asked if she planned to, she replied that Mr. Weenie was not scheduled for activity. Once in the bedroom, Mrs. Lion used a variety of toys on me. They ranged from her hands (very good at spanking) to a paddle, a strap, and a flogger. The flogger felt very good and Mrs. Lion didn’t hold back using it. After a while, when my ass was bright red, she stopped and released me. Usually, this would be great fun, but being caged with no arousal took something away from the play. It’s not that I need an orgasm in order to enjoy spanking or other sensation play, but apparently arousal is a big part of it. No one ever tried to separate the sexual excitement from the stimulation before, not even Mrs. Lion.
It was good to play. It would have been more fun for me if I were aroused, but begging lions can’t be choosers. The spanking was fine and I enjoyed it, mostly. Sunday was my sixth day waiting. This day like clockwork always finds me rather grumpy. It was no different this time. I wish I understood why on day five I want to hump a tree and on day six I’m generally out of sorts. Of course, I am using superhuman, well superlion self control and I am not acting out. I know what happens when I do that.
At times like this I do wonder why I want to be caged. It’s not so much that I have a burning desire to ejaculate. I don’t. It’s just a more general feeling of unhappiness. In the past, I attributed it to not getting my way. It’s time for me to come, why can’t I? Now! But that’s not case this time. I really don’t know what it is. Earlier in the day, I did want very badly to come. That’s not so surprising. Later, after my spanking, I wasn’t really feeling that horny, just sort of down.
I think it is because at times like this it becomes crystal clear to me that I have no control. I truly gave it away. It isn’t all sexy fun. If I wrote the script, Mrs. Lion would have edged me and then spanked me. Afterward, she might have done it again before locking me away. That’s not what happened. It wasn’t what Mrs. Lion wanted to do. It’s all her way now.
So why should I be sad? After all, it’s exactly what I want. It’s like eating broccoli, you may not like the taste, but it’s good for you. In the case of enforced chastity, it’s my growing pains. It’s experiencing what I wanted. Living submissively is nothing like masturbating imagining myself being dominated.
So here I am at the one week mark. I know this is the most difficult time. It will get easier tomorrow. This is the time when both Mrs. Lion and I have to be at our strongest. I have to remember that all these feelings are the natural reactions to being caged and losing sexual control. It’s the dominant lion trying to claw his way out of his cage. My job is to recognize this and not act out on these feelings. It’s not easy. If it weren’t something braves lion do, I might want to cry a bit right now.