Month: December 2016

Quite a few years ago I made a resolution not to make a New Year’s resolution. So far it’s the only resolution I’ve ever kept. Then Lion suggested it would be fun for me to write a post about my resolutions for the upcoming year. Fun, he says. I have no resolutions. That was quick. End of post. Talk to you tomorrow.

OK. I don’t really have any resolutions. I just always try to do a little better that I did yesterday. It doesn’t always work, but I try. My spanking could be better. Edging Lion could go better. Apparently, if you ask some of the people who comment on our blog, I could give Lion fewer orgasms and less edging. I could make more decisions. Yeah. These aren’t resolutions.

Want to ask us a question? Leave a comment. We’ll answer in our 2000th post next week.

But since we’re on the subject of a new year, what say we talk about edging and orgasms. As I said, we get comments that I give Lion way too many orgasms. Some say he should get as few as two a year. Others are a little more lenient and suggest once a month. A few days ago, Lion asked me what my optimal shortest time between orgasms would be. I have no idea. A while ago, he said his was four so I said four. I was thinking the longest I want him to wait is fourteen days. He has made it through a twenty-one day wait, but that seemed too long to me.

So where does that leave us? If he only had four day waits, he’d have approximately 91 orgasms a year. A fourteen day wait would yield twenty-six. For 2016, Lion has had 57 orgasms. What do you know? (91+26)/2=58 That’s fancy math talk for Lion having the average of both wait times this year. (It’s also algebra) By varying Lion’s wait times, I actually hit right smack dab in the middle of two without even trying. [Lion — My average wait time in 2016 was 6.2 days. My longest wait was 15 days and the shortest was 1 day. I had an average of 4.7 orgasms a month]

I know. I know. It’s still too many for the purists out there who think a wait time should keep extending into infinity. That doesn’t work for me. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work for Lion either. That’s like life without the possibility of parole. I’d be wishing for death to come quickly. Lion needs orgasms. Eventually, he wouldn’t be horny anymore even if I did tease him every night. And that brings me to my other subject: edging.

We’ve had comments about how often Lion is edged. When the threads crapped out on the Jail Bird, Mature Metal said they assume the cage will be removed every week or two. Daily removal lessens the effectiveness of the threads. Some comments echo this time frame. Lion wouldn’t be interested anymore if I only edged him every week or two. I might as well castrate him now.

I’m not trying to tell anyone their method is wrong. Who am I? Nobody. I don’t know what works best in your relationship. For Lion and I, a long wait is not necessary; a long time span between edgings wouldn’t work. What works for us is nearly nightly edging and a wait of somewhere between four and fourteen days. Could there be longer waits thrown in there? Yes. And there has to be to keep the average down. If I only gave him fourteen day waits and then threw in a four day wait, there goes the average. I’m not going to do the math because I don’t really care if a train leaves Chicago going 35 miles per hour and a train leaves Boston going 45 miles per hour, when they’ll meet. I’m just going to give Lion orgasms when I feel like it and we’ll have a math exam again this time next year.

Have a Happy New Year! Be safe.

We got my training collar a couple of months ago. There was a small technical glitch with it. We returned it and got a new one. When you set up the collar, you can set a PIN so that only someone with the PIN can zap the collar. When we set up the second collar, Mrs. Lion didn’t set a PIN. Anyone with the PetSafe app could zap me if they were in range (about 30 ft). I discovered this by accident when I downloaded the app so I could test to see if I remembered to turn the collar on before strapping in. I had.

I’m not sure how much of a problem this really is. After all, anyone who wanted to zap me would have to have the app, be close enough to connect with the collar, and have some interest in zapping me. I think the PIN is probably overkill. But still. Later we will figure out how to put a PIN on the collar.

Mrs. Lion wondered why she would have to remember the PIN. I suggested she would need it if the app failed or she wanted to give it to a friend.

“Give it to a friend?”

she asked. I didn’t come up with much of an answer. In fact, I was thinking about the various posts I’ve read about domestic discipline. At some point a female relative of the disciplining wife gets in on the fun. Having someone witness a spanking, or actually give one to the poor male is a frequent, humiliating twist in these accounts. So you could see why I thought Mrs. Lion might want to share my PIN.

I admit it. It’s kind of titillating to think of a third party involved on some level in my discipline. I’m not sure how I would feel about it if there was a real chance someone else would be part of all this. But this sort of controlled humiliation is exciting to me. Go figure.

It’s New Years Eve. 2016 has been a difficult year for many of us. Many famous people died before their times. A very painful U.S. election with a questionable outcome added to the general malaise. Mrs. Lion and I, however, had a good year. I got my current job which I love. We both are happier and more comfortable with our power exchanges. More people read our blog and share their thoughts. We are closer than ever.

It will be good to usher in a new year tonight. We will be spending a quiet evening at home. We bought a prime standing rib roast for dinner. I’ll roast it with red-skinned potatoes. We’ll toast the new year with bubbling apple juice and then probably go to sleep.

Happy New Year!

As promised, I gave Lion his swats for making me feel bad. I selected the thick rubber paddle from behind the door. (Silly Lion put a paddle away the other day and said I don’t have very many paddles back there. That can be fixed.) It’s a fairly heavy paddle so it required less effort on my part. Right off the bat, Lion was sorry he bought that paddle. His buns were red immediately. I’m sure Lion would disagree, but I didn’t give him very many swats. I thought I proved my point and that’s all I’m really going for when I punish him.

Got a question for both of us? Leave a comment. We’ll answer it in our 2000th post.

I waited a little while and then I got some Velcro out of my bag of tricks. He hates the Velcro. Too bad. I snuggled in and started fondling my weenie. Lion told me he always tries to refer to it as my weenie. He’s a good boy. I catch him from time to time, but I know he tries. When my weenie was showing substantial growth I sat up and continued to massage my balls and weenie. Then I pulled out the Velcro. Lion made a face. He’d do almost anything to avoid it. However, when given the choice between Velcro and the tiny clothespins, he gladly accepts the Velcro.

Sometimes I wrap my weenie in Velcro before he gets hard. That way it digs in as he gets more excited. It acts as a cock ring. The only difference is that it has nasty little teeth and when I release it, all the blood goes rushing into my weenie. From Lion’s reaction, this is very painful.

Last night, my weenie was well on his way to hard so the Velcro was just a little tight. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t painful. Especially when I put pressure on it. And releasing it didn’t have quite the same effect, but it still hurt. All Lion’s assurances that he’s not a masochist go right down the drain when he stays hard during Velcro. And hard he stayed. Right through three or four edgings after I removed the Velcro.

An hour or so later, Lion said he may not be broken. He was still horny. And he fell asleep saying, “Buh, buh, buh. Poor horny Lion.”

Mrs. Lion never ceases to amaze me. In her post yesterday, she informed the world (and me) that I would be spanked for a comment she didn’t like. She then went on to say that she feels she doesn’t know what she is doing when it comes to domestic discipline and enforced chastity. Oh come on! In the space of a very few  years, she has gone from vanilla to a strict disciplinarian. She is an expert keyholder who understands me completely. What threw her off?

It was my comment that she didn’t play with me when she said she would. Somehow in her mind this meant that she was responsible for my sexual problems. Isn’t she the one who told me that this is just a phase and that it would pass? She did. I’d like to say that I believe her and I’m confident my current lack of sexual energy is temporary. At this point I don’t.

Anyway, after thinking about my statement, she took belated offense. As a result my Thursday night was not punishment-free. I wasn’t happy to learn this when I read her post. You found out at the same time I did. I don’t anticipate being punished. Oh no, not at all. But I am happy about this situation; not that she blames herself, but because she recognized I did something that made her feel badly and acted on it.

She’s her harshest critic. By any objective standard she’s not only adopted domestic discipline, FLR, and enforced chastity, she’s embraced them. I didn’t realize that my comment on Wednesday night implied she did something wrong. I found out in no uncertain terms yesterday.

This is a classic case of a spanking not only punishing me and hopefully teaching me a lesson, but also reinforcing Mrs. Lion’s ability to recognize when I do something that upsets her. It didn’t just start yesterday. Ever since those very strong spankings before my last trip, she gets a little smile when she discovers an infraction. I think she enjoys catching me.

Based on my reading, many women come to enjoy administering spankings as well. Mrs. Lion says she doesn’t. That’s fine with me. But then she never expected to like finding reasons I need to get one. But she does. It may not be long before she enjoys the rest of the process. I hope that happens too. I appreciate her efforts.

In the blog “A Married Woman’s Guide,” the author has this explanation for why a man cooperates with something as painful as domestic discipline:

“This is pretty simple. Most men will cooperate with domestic discipline because it is a game. It’s only part game, but it is the part that is a game that wins his willingness to participate. Men love games. They especially love games that are somewhat sexual in nature. Domestic Discipline draws upon early adolescent sexual fantasies to create an exciting psychodrama for him. …Domestic Discipline is a game that allows him to experience his strong, embedded desire to submit to a superior woman. That’s why he’ll cooperate.”

I can’t argue with this. It rings true to me, at least as a reason I wanted to try it. There’s a lot of interesting reading in that blog. I’m not claiming it’s all solid fact. It isn’t. But there are some really good insights there.

Clearly, this isn’t just a game. It’s very serious. But I suspect the reason I get turned on thinking about it is well summarized in the quote above. Just as Mrs. Lion finds fun in discovering my offenses, I am turned on by the idea of a strong woman spanking me. Of course, it isn’t all a fun game. It’s a serious contributor to our relationship. We both learn from it.

When Mrs. Lion gets her paddle and spanks me, there is no game at all. She makes sure it hurts. I think I am changing as a result. My behavior is improving. If it doesn’t improve enough, the paddle comes out again. I have no doubt I will eventually learn. Like enforced chastity, domestic discipline starts as a game for me, but ends up making significant changes in my life; Mrs. Lion’s too.

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