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You’d think we had a wild Saturday night, but all we did was go to Costco and a quick trip to the grocery store. Lion woke up with bad shoulder pain and my knee pain morphed into hurting my whole leg. We were a mess. I managed to get the laundry done and we did a few chores, but manscaping was not one of them despite Lion being very furry.

After he read my post, Lion confirmed that he was a little horny. By the time we finished dinner and showers and started snuggling he said he wasn’t anymore. I guess it’s difficult to be horny when you’re in pain and on pain medication. He apologized although he had no reason to apologize. I don’t think I’ve ever been upset if he wasn’t horny when we tried to play. Everyone has off days. We’ll try again later or the next day. I’m not going anywhere.

Last night I mentioned that I still hadn’t punished Lion for spilling food on himself the other night. He said he was aware. Then he told me that today is punishment day and asked if that counted or was it too early. I never specified how early he could remind me, but the night before isn’t really in the spirit of the game. I could see him setting up future emails on Mondays and Thursdays to automatically send me reminders. That’s the techie in him. Now, I’ll specify that the reminder has to be between the normal time we wake up (no fair telling me at 3 am if we’re both awake) and 8:30 pm. No automatic emails accepted, although I have no idea how I’d know if it was automatic or not.

Tonight is Giants football night. We record the game so we can take our time getting dinner and showers out of the way. We’ll probably snuggle a bit while the game is on and pause it for things like his punishment or play. Let’s see how we feel later before making any plans other than watching football. Lion may not be horny or may be in pain. As long as we can hold hands I’ll be happy.

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In: 2.0, Lion's Journal, Sex

Our blog is a journal; a day-by-day account of our enforced chastity and female led relationship. Most of the time there isn’t any notable daily change. Our evolution is gradual as we adopt and adapt to our power exchange. Every so often, the light bulb turns on and one of us takes a significant step. Mrs. Lion deciding to become stricter and less worried about how I feel about things was one of them. The decision to make that change came months ago. She labeled this change “lioness 2.0”.

As you might expect, the decision to do something and fully making the change doesn’t happen all at once. In fact, many times you aren’t even aware the change took place because adoption was so gradual. In the case of 2.0, There is no goal that would indicate the transformation is complete; but then something happens.

When Mrs. Lion wrote that she found herself hoping I would break a rule signified a change. It isn’t that she wants excuses to spank me. She doesn’t need a reason to do that. It was something much more important. She found herself enjoying catching me committing a punishable infraction. She is starting to  realize that she is enjoying her power. This will probably mean she will more actively pursue this pleasure. For me, it means she will be stricter as my disciplining wife.

This change in her has apparently triggered a change in me. My change has absolutely nothing to do with discipline or obeying rules. It’s sexual. Let’s go back to Saturday night.

Mrs. Lion unlocked me and edged me several times. I was absolutely crazy to come by the time she was done. I was bucking while she was masturbating me. I tend to do that when really aroused. The bucking wasn’t useful since her hand was moving far faster than I can buck. I couldn’t help myself. In the past on rare occasions, when I bucked she would stop moving her hand and let me provide the stimulation with my hips. She would release her hand just before I could come.

I really enjoyed those times and frequently thought about how much fun this was for me. I’ve written about it and we discussed it a few times. On Saturday night while she was masturbating me and I was bucking, I thought about how great it would feel if I could hump her hand. After she finished teasing me and I was lying on my back in a puddle of desire, she moved over and we snuggled. Without any forethought on my part, I said, “May I hump your hand?” I told her that I would do all the moving.

I was surprised I asked. I was even more surprised when she agreed. I rolled onto my side facing her. She rolled onto her side and reached down and lightly gripped my penis. I immediately started to move my hips. It felt incredible! She didn’t use any lube or other aid. It was just the pressure of her dry hand that provided the stimulation.

I was breathing harder and began panting. She waited until I was just ready to pass the point of no return and released her grip. I was humping air, but I couldn’t immediately stop. After I settled down, she grabbed my cock  and without a word, I instinctively started humping. I was fucking her hand. I was fucking her. Again and again, the grip disappeared just before I reached the promised land. When the grip returned, I started humping again, faster each time.

It was all instinct. I didn’t think at all. My entire being was concentrated into my hips working to get me off. The conscious part of me knew I wouldn’t get there. I wasn’t due to come. When her grip didn’t disappear as I got ready to come, I almost stopped myself in surprise. But I didn’t. I fucked harder and had a great, intense orgasm. My hips slowed as I ejaculated and I kept humping until I was spent. I have no idea how long that took. It felt like minutes to me, even though I am sure it was just a few seconds.

That’s not my change. The big change for me was that I asked if I could hump her hand. I’ve never made a direct request like that before. I also did this while on my side. I haven’t even reached the edge in any position other than on my back in many years. Even before enforced chastity, intercourse was cowgirl or reverse cowgirl style. Mrs. Lion was always on top. Other activities like jerking me off or oral sex also took place with me on my back. Even the few prior occasions when I humped her hand, I did it while on my back.

Years ago, when I tried penetration doggy style, I quickly lost my erection after penetration. Even back then, I had apparently lost my ability to get off in any other position. Saturday night I had no trouble at all even though I was on my side. It felt natural. and good. A while ago, Mrs. Lion wrote that she wanted me to learn to perform in other positions. Saturday night wasn’t meant to be part of that education. We both realized that I came when not on my back. Mrs. Lion noted that this was progress.

This may seem trivial to you, but for me it isn’t. Three new, significant things happened: First, I asked for a specific sexual activity. Second, I was able to perform, even ejaculate when not on my back. And, third, I took the active role the entire time. Mrs. Lion was in complete control of whether or not I would come, but I was the active partner. I was fucking! This is the first time I’ve taken the active role since we started enforced chastity.

I don’t believe in coincidence. Mrs. Lion moving more actively into her role as 2.0 and my sexual changes happening at the same time can’t be an accident. I don’t see any relationship between the two events, but the timing strongly suggests they are related. As 2.0 is around more and more, will other things that seem unrelated happen for me? I have no idea. All I know is that while I may end up with a sore bottom more often or find myself in diapers for breaking rules, I also ended up having one of the best sexual experiences I can remember. Wow.

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Lion was super horny last night. I told him I could only make it worse. He said he didn’t care. He wanted attention. So I indulged him. Some oral play; some hand play. And then I stopped. We were done.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, Lion rolled over toward me and asked if he could hump my hand. I told him he’d been humping my hand already. I was moving my hand at the time. He wanted to do it on his side with only him moving, not me. All I had to do was lie there and he’d do all the work? Sold! I did adjust my grip over the course of the next three or four edgings. When I stopped he kept humping the air. I told you he was super horny.

The last time he went at it I let him come. He’d been working so hard and he was so horny, I decided it was time, even though his scheduled date is over a week away. What can I say? Having him do all the work for a change, convinced me. I really do love the sounds he makes now. It’s like a surprise every time he has an orgasm. Especially since he never made any noise until we started enforced chastity. Maybe it really is a surprise. Even on days he was sure he’d have an orgasm based on our old system of the scheduled date being the date, he was never sure exactly when he’d come. Would I edge him twice? Three times? Four? He didn’t know. And I don’t really adhere to the schedule anyway. I do like to surprise him.

So my horny boy is not horny anymore. She says as if he can’t be horny again already. For all I know he’s refreshed and ready for more right now. Well, right now his shoulder hurts, but when that stops he could be ready again. Or it may take a day or two. I guess that’s part of a surprise for me. I’ll think he’s good for at least a day and he’s already bounced back. Surprise!

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lion weather vane
The wind’s blowing in a new direction in the lions’ den.

Yesterday morning we luxuriated in bed, enjoying the quiet of a cloudy Saturday. We found “Annie Get Your Gun,” the 1950 movie of the Broadway musical on TV. Surprisingly, Mrs. Lion suggested we watch it. She doesn’t like musicals. I was surprised and happy she wanted to please me this way. One of the songs, “My Defenses Are Down” has the handsome, male lead bemoaning that he is in love with the title character, Annie Oakley. He sings, “Being miserable’s gonna be fun.” Ok, Irving Berlin took liberties with the language. Anyway, she turned to me and said, “That’s you.”

I have to agree. The wind has shifted here in the lions’ den. That doesn’t mean that life has been turned upside-down. But the weather vane is pointing in a new direction whenever there is a gentle breeze. The first zephyr brought with it Mrs. Lion’s admission that she was looking forward to me forgetting to tell her it was punishment day. That was Thursday. She wrote about it in her post the next afternoon. She actually wanted me to earn a spanking. She got her wish. I had completely forgotten and my butt was sore for some time when she finished reminding me.

I asked her about her post. She said that she didn’t enjoy swatting me but did like catching me breaking a rule. That was new. Friday night we went out to dinner at a deli that served nearly-authentic New York deli dishes. I had stuffed cabbage. I dripped a small amount of the sauce on my shirt. Mrs. Lion grinned and said, “uh oh.” I think she enjoyed catching me again.

When we got home I expected another painful reminder to eat without spilling. It didn’t come. That doesn’t mean I won’t pay the price later if she remembers I earned more swats. But it does mean that the transformation is far from complete in terms of discipline. However, the first and most important part of being my disciplinary wife is awareness of situations that require correction. That awareness becomes second nature eventually; at least that’s what I think will happen. Sooner or later, that awareness will translate to punishment; no more getting away with even small infractions.

The same thing is happening sexually. I’m getting daily edging. Mrs. Lion is pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. Somehow she manages to stop leaving me hard and dry. It’s very frustrating. By now I should be used to being edged. Somehow it is different. Mrs. Lion keeps edging me over and over until she can see that all I want is for her to let me come. Then she stops. In the past she stopped edging me before I reached that point. It was a very rare session that I felt this frustrated. Generally when I got to this level of desperation she would take pity and give me an orgasm. She’s not doing that any more.

She loves to make me come. In the past, I think that pleasure made her more likely to give me a release. She likes seeing me desperate and bucking. My behavior would trigger her desire to get me off. She told me she still feels that way, “….but too bad.”

It’s not like she has new resolve to be a better keyholder and disciplining wife. She did say she enjoys the sense of accomplishment she gets by being successful in her role. I think the real motive is that she is starting to see her role a a challenge. The stricter she is about enforcing her rules and the more frustrated she can make me by teasing me shows her that she is winning. The reward isn’t that she gets to spank me more often. The spanking, to her at least, is part of the game. It makes me work harder to avoid giving her another reason to punish me. It is part of the challenge for her; just not the part she particularly enjoys. But it is a necessary part and I can tell she is going to make it something I will work even harder to avoid.

Edging me is a similar challenge. She wins when she locks me up desperate for release. She hasn’t said that she gets the same satisfaction from that as catching me breaking a rule, but I think it is similar. I don’t think she will make me wait longer and longer. But I believe she will insure that my wait is long enough to give her lots of time for the game. That means, I think, that my waits will be at least a week, probably two or three.

Like the song says, “Being miserable’s gonna be fun.”