Not All That Different

It’s getting closer to my five-day business trip. Mrs. Lion and I hate being apart. This trip separates us by three time zones. I’m not whining. It’s not the first time we have had business trips keep us apart. Years ago, I traveled a lot. One summer I went to China three times for two weeks each trip. We’ve gotten used to being stay-at-home lions. The change is a bit unsettling.

I am feeling better. I’m not coughing as much and my stomach is back to normal. Yesterday morning, I felt the start of an erection. It’s the first time in over a week. Mrs. Lion is resuming her teasing now that the equipment is coming back on line.

Mrs. Lion mentioned giving me assignments when I travel. I’m not sure how I feel about that idea. I don’t have a lot of free time and I will be tired and jet lagged. Of course she knows that, so I expect whatever she wants me to do will take that into account.

The longer we practice FLR, the more I realize that day-to-day life isn’t a lion obedience trial. It is very much the same as it was before FLR. The same is true of enforced chastity. That shouldn’t be surprising. Our lives don’t revolve around these practices. Before we did FLR, I was pretty much in charge. I spent none of our time asserting my authority. It was understood.

Now that Mrs. Lion is in charge, beyond play time, there is no need for overt demonstrations of her authority. If she tells me to do something, I do it. If I break a rule, I get punished. It’s as simple as that. Only at punishment time is there any sign that we are anything but a normal couple.

A lot is made of the fact that the public could catch on and be critical of a FLR. That makes no sense to me. Unless Mrs. Lion’s leadership is heavy handed, who is in charge wouldn’t be obvious to an outsider. Mrs. Lion doesn’t demand things in a dominatrix command. She asks and I always say yes. We don’t live in a BDSM fantasy.

Even when I ask her for permission it doesn’t sound odd to outside ears. It just appears I am being polite. Of course, outsiders don’t know that if I say no, my bottom will be red next time Mrs. Lion gets me alone. I know; so my answers are always a polite yes. It makes sitting down so much easier.