lion in a diaper
This is lion in a diaper last spring. Once again Lion is back in diapers every time we are both home from work. This time he has to keep them on for at least two pees. He will learn to sit in a wet diaper. How’s that for taking charge?

If you recall, I had Lion wearing diapers before summer and all our travels began. Summer is long gone. Perhaps it’s time for the return of the diapers. Merry Christmas, Lion!

I’m actually being nice to him. He complains about being cold when he’s naked in the winter. I have allowed him to wear a t shirt. Now I’m telling him to cover his butt. Much warmer! Nice Mrs. Lion. I’m always thinking of my pet.

Here are the rules:

1) Lion will be diapered on weekends and holidays, from the time both of us are home until we leave for work again. If Lion is home alone (for example, he has a day off that I do not have off) he will not need to be diapered.
2) Lion is allowed to ask me if he needs to wear a diaper when we go out on diaper days. I may forget to tell him he doesn’t have to wear it. On the other hand I may want him to wear it. He should get clarification.
3) Lion may change the diaper when it becomes saturated but before it leaks.
4) Lion should only urinate in the diaper. He is allowed to use the bathroom at other times.
5) Lion is allowed, and encouraged, to tell me if there is an issue that requires him not to wear the diaper. If he has a rash from extended exposure to urine I will not make him continue until the rash is cleared up.
6) Lion will wash himself prior to my playing with him. (This is not necessary for punishment swats.)

That’s all I can think of for now. I will amend them if needed.

Now what made me think of the diapers was his post today about men wearing panties. I told him it gave me an idea for a post and his imagination took over. It’s fun when that happens because he comes up with way more creative ideas than I ever could. So I teased him that I could stop at a store on the way home to get him some frilly, lacy pink panties. He said at least that would only be a day of humiliation. Then I told him I was sure there would be a sale and I could gheet him several.

On the way home I did, in fact, stop for something pink. And purple. I’m not telling him if it’s panties or not. Yet. I wanted to let him twist in the wind a little while longer. He’s not thrilled with the diaper idea and still has the panties possibility hanging over him. Poor boy.

frilly male panties
Even having to wear panties will eventually stop being humiliating or thrilling, but if the male is required to continue wearing them anyway, he will feel sexually controlled. This is especially true if he has no desire to wear panties. I think Mrs. Lion is considering putting me in these.  This is the frilly rear view. (Click the image to shop)

It’s been nearly a year since Mrs. Lion locked me up. The novelty of wearing a chastity device 24/7 has worn off. It’s been a while since I have felt that little thrill knowing that my cock is in the Jail Bird. Now, it is part of my life. It’s there; I am always aware of that, but it doesn’t fill my mind with fantasies. That’s not exactly true. I still have really hot chastity fantasies, but they aren’t as frequent or urgent.

Anything kinky will eventually lose that new-kink shine. Mrs. Lion has been spanking me on and off for a decade. It’s not new, but it hurts just as much when she wants me to feel it. Similarly, the cage is there whether it turns me on or not and it is just as effective preventing erection and orgasm. Bondage still gets me hard and I have been tied up on and off for decades.

My point is that novelty might get me into something, but that thrill fades leaving me still in the situation I wanted. The best example for me is the first rule Mrs. Lion made; well, “made” isn’t the right word. I suggested it and she agreed. That rule is that I am to be naked when at home or when we are alone together. She has allowed me to wear a t-shirt if I am chilly, but that’s all. My butt and genitals are available all the time, even when she isn’t home.

That was really hot in the beginning. Now, it is just something I do. If I think about it, it turns me on, but most of the time it is just my normal state. Enforced chastity is starting to be that way too. It would feel strange not to be in my cage. I still get turned on thinking about Mrs. Lion absolutely controlling my penis, but I don’t have those thoughts on a daily basis.

Enforced chastity, unlike nudity, comes with frequent reminders that don’t let me forget I am sexually owned. Every other day Mrs. Lion teases me. Most often, she masturbates me to the edge of orgasm a few times. Other times, she has me wear a butt plug or pegs me with a dildo. In particular, the teasing sessions stimulate more than my desire to come. They sometimes stimulate fantasies as well. So, unlike my permanent nudity, enforced chastity isn’t allowed to fade into habit. I am constantly forced to remember that no matter how much I want release, I can only have it if Mrs. Lion decides to give it to me.

I’ve read complaints by guys that if they have to do something all the time it loses it’s thrill. One guy says (never know if it is true or not) that his wife had him wear panties all the time. At first it was very hot for him. After a while, he said they just felt like underwear and no longer turned him on. So, he told that to his wife and went back to his male undies. Clearly his wife was making him wear panties because that was what he wanted When he told her that it was no longer a thrill, she immediately agreed to let him stop. I am sure that if instead of agreeing to let him stop wearing panties, she refused and maybe went out for more frilly undies, the outcome for him would be very different.

Power exchange only becomes real when it goes past doing what the bottom wants. Now, that doesn’t mean more danger or cruel punishments. It means that practices like wearing panties continue regardless of whether it turns the bottom on or not. Regular reminders from his top that she likes him in women’s underwear helps. Also taking him on shopping trips for new panties and making him hold them up for her to admire against his body may renew the thrill. But even if she does none of those things, making him continue because she wants him to is what he really wants. He won’t know that consciously until he finally realizes that he will never see men’s underwear again. But when he does, he will truly feel the power exchange.

It takes time for a keyholder/top to work up to actually wielding power. Mrs. Lion is still doing all those things because I want them. When the day finally comes when she makes it clear that it no longer matters what I want, I will truly feel that she is in control. I still like wearing the chastity device. There have been times I did want out. But I still like that it physically restrains me. But I don’t like waiting too long to come. When I finally “get it” that it doesn’t matter if I “need” to come or not, I will come when Mrs. Lion decides she wants me to, then a new chapter will begin. By the way, making me come sooner than I want is just as powerful as a long wait. The key is that I no longer have any choice. That, after all, is what power exchange is all about.

Maybe it’s all perception. Lion says I was horny last night because I was wet. To me, horny is when you want sex. I mean really want sex. For example, if Lion wasn’t caged, in the morning he would have an erection. Does that mean he’s horny? Nope. Lion is never horny in the morning. He doesn’t like morning sex. But he has an erection. But he’s not horny. Yet he tells me I must be horny whenever I’m wet.

Well, I think we have found part of the problem. My body is saying, “Let’s roll!” while my mind is saying, “Roll where?” If sex is mostly in your mind, we need to get my mind on the same page. When I say I’m horny I mean that my mind and body are thinking about it. My mind has sent a signal that Lion is a sexy beast and it would be really great to be with him right now and my body agrees. It’s not difficult for my mind to rally the troops and get my body on board. The opposite is more difficult. My mind is usually racing with a million different thoughts. My body has trouble flagging it down for a pit stop.

I’m not sure what the solution is, but maybe we’re on the right track with the scheduled orgasms. Maybe it will snap my mind out of it. In the meantime I’ll think sexy thoughts.

Yesterday was December 21. That, of course, is the date Mrs. Lion set for her orgasm. After snuggling and touching her for a while, my fingers wandered south and found her clitoris. She was a little damp, but not in heat. However, a few minutes of playing with her clit and moving fingers inside her, she became very wet. It was truly fun getting her more and more excited until she had an explosive orgasm. Simply wonderful! Afterward, she confessed that every muscle in her body tightened in that massive orgasm. Great!

She said she was toying with the idea of letting me set her orgasm calendar’s next date. But then, she said, she knew I would set it for tomorrow and she isn’t ready for that. She’s right. I may not have set it for tomorrow, but almost certainly the day after.  So she decided it would be best if she kept control of both calendars. She then set her next orgasm date for December 26, only five days away. Excellent!

As I moved my fingers inside her, I kept wanting to say that I had something that fit much better. Unfortunately, that was locked securely in the Jail Bird.  I was feeling a bit grumpy that I couldn’t join the fun. She pointed out that I had been played with yesterday. I responded that I didn’t get an orgasm. She smiled and said yesterday wasn’t the 24th.  Feminine logic. Suddenly, my spontaneous lioness is a slave to the calendar. My cage was filled to overflowing with my chubby. Oh well.

Actually, I am secretly glad that I was locked up. So much of the time is dedicated to turning me on and occasionally letting me come. I truly like that I could devote my full attention to Mrs. Lion. I love making her come. The only problem with doing it is that I want to come too. That’s not really a problem. I know I will get my turn sooner or later. In the meantime I am smiling broadly knowing that I gave Mrs. Lion a great big orgasm. I’m proud of myself.