Our weekend away has come to an end. Three nights in our trailer. Saturday night Mrs. Lion gave me a wonderful oral orgasm. Friday night she put a bunch of clothespins on my balls and then edged me over and over again. We had a lot going on in our small, trailer bed (queen sized).
I’ve gotten comments over the last month or two about our use of domestic discipline to punish minor infractions. The reasoning is that there are so few real reasons to discipline me that neither of us would get into the habit ofwith domestic discipline. So, spilling food on my shirt, eating first, failing to thank her for spanking me, or interrupting Mrs. Lion earn punishment. It turns out there is a problem with this: The punishments are successfully correcting this behavior; so now there are very few occasions for Mrs. Lion to note and punish an infraction.
In my opinion, we haven’t yet learned to automatically incorporate domestic discipline in our relationship. Now that I’m not often breaking the “easy” rules, our education in domestic discipline has stalled. I have no idea how long it will take for us to fully incorporate domestic discipline, but I think we need more practice.
On the other hand, enforced chastity is part of our lives. It takes no special effort to practice it. With or without the chastity device, my sexuality is completely under Mrs. Lion’s control. It’s routine for us. In a way that’s too bad. The initial excitement about wearing a chastity device and waiting until allowed to come is gone.
For a while I thought this was too bad. I liked the tingle I used to get when I thought about not being able to come. Fortunately, Mrs. Lion likes to change things up enough to remind me of my condition. Each time she does, I get that tingle again. When she reminds me that I’m a bottom, her bottom, I get that old feeling.
Power exchange, once part of our lives, becomes routine. That’s both good and bad. It’s good because our goal was to make enforced chastity and/domestic discipline permanent parts of our lives. It’s bad because the excitement fades. In my case, I wanted these power exchanges because I was sure they would make us happier. And, they turned me on. I never considered that over time, I would lose that excitement.
It doesn’t matter. We are fully involved in enforced chastity. Exciting or not, I will never have control over my sexuality., on the other hand, isn’t routine yet. We haven’t figured out how to assimilate it completely. Any thoughts?