As Lion wrote, he’s out of commission. A sore on Mr. Weenie has suspended play for a while. Each time he gets a sore, he’s sure it is something nefarious. To me, it usually looks the same. There’s something about the quality of the skin on a weenie that makes a sore look worse than it is. Add to that the fact that it’s on his favorite body part and it seems to multiply the severity to him. Now he says he’s broken again.

I hate that. Whether he’s not functioning because of depression, his itchiness, a sore, or whatever, he says he’s broken. In his mind, he’s broken and worthless and I’m immediately going to rush off to find a better man. I’m not a toddler. I can see beyond this moment. I know he’ll be back on track in a day or so. I also know it’s not his fault. His orgasm will be waiting for him when he’s ready for it. Besides, how long have I been broken (not wanting sex) and he hasn’t run off to find a better woman. Neither one of us is going anywhere.

However, I do think Lion should be punished for crying wolf so many times. He thinks because he didn’t write it in a post, he shouldn’t be punished for saying he’s broken. Not true. He’s said it a number of times to me. If he really wants to avoid punishment, he should stop saying it. What he thinks is his own business and I can’t punish him for thoughts. Once those thoughts are verbalized, or typed in the case of a post, they are fair game for discipline.

Now, his sore weenie has thrown a monkey wrench into my plans for the weekend. He was supposed to be wild between his two orgasms and then be in diapers (no cage) during the day until bedtime Sunday. I don’t want to subject him to sitting in pee with an open sore so the diapers are out. I’ve also left him wild because I don’t want to add any friction to the sore area. Since he’s out of commission through no fault of his own I can’t very well punish him for wrecking my plans. Therefore, the plans have to change. We need to run some errands today and then Lion will have to hold a butt plug for a while. What constitutes a while? At least two hours or until he’s too uncomfortable. Generally he can hold it for more than two hours, but I assume, during the day, he’ll have things he needs or wants to do. That movement may prove challenging with a butt plug in. We’ll find out, won’t we?

Tonight he’ll get his punishment for saying he’s broken. My guess is, he won’t be so quick to say it when I’m through with him.

My New Year’s Eve orgasm was wonderful. I did wince a few times during the warm-up. Something hurt as Mrs. Lion’s hand did its work. After the action was over, it was clear I have a problem. There is a sore near the head of my penis. It was tender all day Friday, so we had to postpone the scheduled, New Year’s Day orgasm. Bummer! Today is a new day and if I am better, there is a chance I can get a rain check.

We’ve both been writing about what we want to improve this year. I published my list and Mrs. Lion mentioned a few of her own. She agreed with my list, particularly the need for me to earn my sexual attention. On sexless New Year’s day I reflected on the large collection of toys we own. One is a fucking machine. It’s a model sent to me years ago by a long-defunct company for review. It’s fairly basic. It takes a Doc Johnson Vac-U-Lock dildo. This system makes it easy to substitute different toys. The one they supplied is quite large; too much for my untrained ass. While watching the Rose Bowl I remembered that device in our play room and mentioned it to Mrs. Lion. I suggested we get a more lion-sized dildo. She said, “Uh huh.”

In the past she mentioned the machine and said it would be good for pegging.  I’ll get a smaller dildo and the training can begin. I found this one and I think it will be good to use to get going. The challenge will be actually using it and the fucking machine. We don’t use many of our toys. I’m not sure why, but I think it has more to do with establishing good play habits than anything else. Part of the problem is that Mrs. Lion is fairly indifferent to play. She does it because  she knows I want/need it, but not for her own pleasure. It feels to me that she considers this a chore; not an unpleasant one, but work nonetheless.

I admit that in general I am a much more motivated person than she. She has found a way to remember things pertaining to my training. In one case, she has scheduled punishment days as a recurring appointment at 8pm every Monday and Thursday, Her phone reminds her if I don’t. That reminder has cost me more than one spanking when I’ve forgotten to remind her. Perhaps her iPhone can begin to provide consistent play. She can schedule activities and get a reminder on the evenings when they should occur. She uses her calendar to plan my orgasm days in advance. Maybe the same system would work for anal play, fucking machine, as well as other recurring training activities.

We need to improve our performance in this power exchange. As we approach our second anniversary in enforced chastity, it may be time to step things up. It might be a good goal to make not doing a training activity a rare exception instead of our current, more-laid-back approach. I realize that right now this sounds great. But when I am tired and a little sore and still have to drag my ass down to the dungeon to get pegged (just an example, Mrs. Lion), I will be sorry I suggested this. The thing is that powering through that inertia has always ended up making things better for us. Predictability and consistency will go a long way for me, at least. It may be time for more baby steps.

 

As you can imagine, we spent the night in last night. We’re not much for parties and standing in the cold to watch fireworks we can see on TV seems ridiculous. We had our Chinese takeout and settled in for the night. In addition to being New Year’s eve, it was Lion’s orgasm night. We had our own festivities.

I combined Lion’s love of three things. First I cuffed his hands together and then I cuffed his feet together. I didn’t tie him to the bed because I knew he be turning over and I wanted him to remain cuffed the entire time. Yes, Lion, there was a method to my madness. I grabbed all the paddles in the bedroom and brought them to the bed. Lion laughed at me. He thought it was overkill. I told him I didn’t know which ones I’d want so I brought them all. Most of them are the ones I use for punishment, but of course, they can work just fine for play spanking. I made Lion’s butt a lovely shade of rosy red. I even bit him a few times. He was a very good boy and stayed still the whole time.

When I was done with his tush I had him roll over. He was still cuffed so it was a little difficult but he managed. I asked him if he was ready to come and he said I had to determine when he was ready. I started off with my hands but then I realized what he really wanted was my mouth. I had to uncuff his feet for that. As soon as my mouth touched him he was harder. Now he was really ready. He’s gotten it in his mind that I have to give him permission to come. That’s difficult to do when I’m sucking him. Besides, I like to push him to the point that he has no choice in the matter. I never get mad at him for coming too soon. That just means I’ve done my job. And I get mad at myself when he has a ruined orgasm if that wasn’t what I was going for, and I rarely go for that. But, for last night, I gave him permission and he had the most prolific orgasm he’s had in a while. And, although I thought I had sucked him dry, he was dripping for a while afterwards. Yum!

The only problem is that, somehow, Lion has a sore on his penis now. It was there before he came. We don’t know how it happened. The easiest explanation is that he got pinched in the cage. I won’t say I told you so, but he did want the cage locked on a little too quickly the other night. It might have happened then. I don’t know if he’ll be able to have his New Year’s day orgasm. He’s decided if he can’t have one then I should. We’ll see. It’s supposed to be his night again.

Lion ended the old year with a gush. I’m still hoping he can start the new year with one.

Happy New Year! I hope you had fun last night. Mrs. Lion will be writing about our New Year’s Eve at home. I’ve been thinking back over 2015 and about things I’ve read during the year. I can’t give an accurate count of my orgasms over the year or my shortest, longest, and average wait times. I’m not sure it is particularly useful to know these things. We don’t have any short or long term targets for this.

Do we want them? Should there be a monthly or annual maximum? Is there value in lowering that number each year? I’ve never thought such limits were useful for us. Of course, I have an obvious bias. Mrs. Lion is not a list maker or a schedule keeper at heart so she prefers things to be ad hoc. The question is whether there needs to be a change in that area. She does schedule my orgasms in a somewhat random manner. She does several months’ worth at a time. Maybe there is a system that I don’t know. Maybe she has set limits. A lion would love to know.

As for things I can control, I do have some resolutions:

  1. I will stop asking if we are going to play. It’s true that Mrs. Lion often forgets, but it isn’t my place to remind her.
  2. I will thank her each time she observes an infraction and punishes me for it. I will encourage her by letting her know that I appreciate the attention.
  3. I will work harder not to interrupt her and encourage her to deal with even minimal offenses.
  4. I will work hard to be more obedient.
  5. I will only report how horny I am if Mrs. Lion asks directly. I won’t put any sexual pressure on her. [Mrs. Lion — I do enjoy Lion weather reports.]
  6. I will hold still for spankings.
  7. Work harder to hold off an orgasm during teasing unless told I can come.
  8. Stop being grumbly and expect punishment when I am, even a little.
  9. Become an eager eater when fed semen. [Mrs. Lion – Part of the fun is the look on your face.]
  10. Gracefully accept nail polish, diapers, and other discomforts and humiliations with no grumbling. [Mrs. Lion – Again, it’s the look on your face.]

That’s my list for now. It’s ambitious. I’ll do my best. Enjoy your New Year’s Day!