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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment, Shock Collar
training collar
Ben Franklin doesn’t like the training collar either. Lion wore his training collar to the casino last night. He was lucky twice: he won some money and I didn’t zap him

Last night we went out for Chinese food. Before we left, Lion made sure to put on the training collar. He didn’t want to be punished for forgetting it again. He’s been very observant since he wracked up two infractions in one night. When he wears the training collar he seems to be even more observant.

Throughout dinner he kept an eye on my hand that was closest to the phone. I had the “zap” app open and ready to use. Any time I picked up my phone he must have shuddered a little.

“Will this be the time I get zapped? I don’t remember doing anything wrong.”

But I never zapped him.

When we were done with dinner we went to a nearby casino. There was a time that we spent what seemed to me like every waking minute in this casino. In hindsight, I wonder if it was Lion’s substitute for the sex he wasn’t getting. I didn’t think of that till just now. We’ll have to discuss and get back to you. Lion likes to sit next to me when we play the slots, but we rarely win on the same machines. He said he had to stay withing 35 feet of me or the training collar wouldn’t work. I told him he could go off in search of a winning machine. I could always look for him by trying to connect to the collar. Of course, we also had our phones to message each other.

As I played, from time to time I’d try to connect to the collar with no success. No big deal. Lion was off having fun. He messaged me about a big bonus round. When I was done with the luck on the machine I’d been playing, I moved on. And on. And on. And then I went searching for Lion. I walked around and pushed the button to connect to the collar. No luck. Then we almost bumped into each other. Now the collar connected.

We sat next to each other for the rest of the night. I buzzed him a few times (with the vibrate button – he likes that) when he got a big bonus round or if I just wanted him to know I was thinking about him. I know he was right next to me, but the zapper wasn’t getting any use. He always seems to be on his best behavior when he’s wearing the training collar. It’s almost counterproductive. Of course, I want him to behave, but I never get to zap him. Oh well. I’d rather have a well-behaved Lion than have him misbehave and need me to zap him. I guess the threat of punishment, in this case, is good enough.

Lion just doesn’t want to get on Santa’s naughty list.

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In: Lion's Journal, Punishment, Spanking
spanked bottom
The point isn’t the color. It’s how much it hurt to get that way. Pain is the point of spanking.

Thursday night, I received punishment for forgetting my training collar and for eating first the same night. After the spanking, we discussed what happened. I (stupidly) commented that the spanking was fairly mild, but it was painful. Mrs. Lion responded that the spanking was all about causing me pain. That gave me pause. She really gets it! I don’t think that I did, not fully. The entire point is to make it hurt, a lot.

I’m not sure what I thought it was all about. That may sound silly, but I never considered pain as the reason I get spanked. I thought it was all about technique, marks afterward, and duration. In my mind, pain was an unavoidable part of the process. Much of my “advice” was based on minimizing the pain while getting my imagined result. Worst of all, Mrs. Lion was buying into it.

Back to the drawing board. Spanking is supposed to hurt as much as possible without causing lasting injury. If the spanking is particularly effective, the spankee’s bottom is sensitive for an extended tine after the spanking has been completed. I’ve been suggesting ways to make bruises and do other things that might make the sensations last, but not ways to make it hurt more.

We even went so far as to have me put Lidocaine cream on my butt to desensitize it. The reason was to make it hurt less in the beginning so that I wouldn’t wriggle away and end the spanking before Mrs. Lion had time to provide a lasting effect. Silly me! That isn’t the point at all. I read about a technique where the spanker pauses between volleys of swats to allow the male to settle before continuing. Eventually, a natural lessening of sensation will occur and it will be possible for the male to remain fairly still for continuous beating.

My mistake is to consider that spanking me requires me to provide any input at all. My job is to hold as still as I can. Mrs. Lion’s job is to cause maximum pain; enough to make me think twice before “forgetting” or breaking a rule. I break a rule more than once, that is feedback to Mrs. Lion that she didn’t make a strong enough point the last time she spanked me. She knows how to fix that.

All those physical signals I sent for her to stop, were actually signs of her success. I have to learn to shut up. My job is to do as I am told. Mrs. Lion will take care of the rest.

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In: Orgasm, Unscheduled orgasm

Lion likes to track his stats. As of last night, he’s averaging a six day wait and has had 52 orgasms this year. I don’t think he likes those numbers very much. When I gave him his orgasm last night with the Magic Wand, he asked why he’s getting so many orgasms lately. Ironically, the device that got us back together sexually, would seem to dictate that he get fewer orgasms. However, Lion is forgetting one little point: I am in charge.

The past few times I’ve given him orgasms, he’s immediately questioned why he’s getting so many. There’s a good answer for that. I want to give them to him. Some look on his face, or the urgency with which he’s bucking, or the lighting in the room, or the alignment of planets, makes me want to give him an orgasm. There’s no real reason. I just want to. And the best part about being in charge is that I can give him an orgasm whenever I damn well please.

Now some keyholders love to make their caged male wait a long time. Some males like to wait a long time. It works out well if both parties agree on how long a wait should be. Lion and I have never been about the long wait. His longest is 21 days. That seems excessive to me. We spent so much time not having sex, it seems a waste to make him wait very long. I can agree that a two or three day wait is pretty short. I should make him wait a little longer. But how long?

We’ve been back and forth about the length of time to wait. Lion says his optimum time is about four days. By then I guess he’s all recharged and ready to roll. I know a one day wait is fairly unreasonable. Lion can still do it, but it’s not easy. I think, since I stopped worrying about scheduled orgasm dates, I’ve been more liberal. I’m pretty sure if I looked at my calendar, Lion was not scheduled for all those orgasms. I tend to spread them out a bit more. On the calendar I generally try for a nine day wait, give or take. I know he has a scheduled Christmas eve and Christmas day orgasm, as well as New Year’s eve and day. That may or may not work out.

I teased Lion this morning that I’d have to refrain from any more orgasms this year if he wanted to keep his average low. Of course, he wasn’t saying he wanted a low average. He was just telling me what the numbers were. I know  he knows better than to look a gift orgasm in the … mouth.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

Enforced chastity has drastically changed my life. I wear a Jail Bird chastity device almost constantly. The only exceptions are when I travel and an hour or two on nights that Mrs. Lion teases me. It took some time to get the device to fit right. One of the benefits of having a custom-made chastity device is being able to have the manufacturer fine tune the fit at a very reasonable cost. I had the cage shortened once to finally get a perfect fit. I tried different base ring sizes, but the original 1 3/4-inch diameter turned to be perfect.

Wearing the cage is sometimes frustrating and annoying. The most annoying times for me are when I have to pee. Yes, I can stand at a urinal. But before I can use it, I have to take out everything: penis and balls. There is no way to just unzip, take out my penis and pee. The device prevents that. Once out, I have to check to make sure the urethra is centered in the front opening. If it isn’t, I have to take a Q-tip from my pocket and push my penis into place. Only then can I pee. Once done, I have to use a tissue to catch drips and keep urine from collecting between the cage and my balls. At home, I sit to pee. Even after three years, I don’t like this one bit.

Enforced chastity has changed our marriage. There is no longer any question about who initiates sexual activity. Mrs. Lion holds the key to that. She decides what we will do sexually. Most of the time she unlocks me and edges me several times before relocking me into the device. I never know when I will get to ejaculate. Well, sometimes I read her post here and it tells me I will be lucky that night. Most of the time, I don’t have a clue.

I have come to love this uncertainty. I also love my dependence on Mrs. Lion for any sexual pleasure. I can’t even get hard inside the Jail Bird. You can see why in this NSFW image. There’s no room for the start of an erection. When I try to get hard, I end up with grill marks on the head of the penis.

The big change for both of us is that because I am completely dependent on Mrs. Lion, we both pay a great deal of attention to sex and physical intimacy. I can’t really explain it, but this sexual power exchange has brought us much closer together. We both think this change is permanent and doesn’t depend on me wearing the cage, but neither of us is willing to take that risk. So, the chastity device is a permanent part of my life.