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In: Edging, Punishment, Spanking

Lion asked for a play spanking yesterday. I was all for it. It’s been a while. However, as the time ticked by and he hadn’t reminded me about punishment night, it became apparent that there would be no play spanking. At 8:31 I asked him if he had forgotten something. He knew he was sunk. He admitted it was punishment night. Yessirree! I went behind the bedroom door to select a paddle.

Sometimes, when I think I’ve done a pretty good job spanking, Lion says it wasn’t really that bad. The only way to make sure it’s “that bad” is to spank harder than I would normally spank. With the first or second swat, I raised a bruise in the same spot as his last punishment. I tried to avoid it. It even started to bleed a little. I promise I wasn’t near the spot for most of my swats. I did hit hard, but not right there.

Lion says not to worry about it. But I do. I want to hit where I want to hit. Did the bruise spontaneously get darker because I was in the neighborhood? And what’s with it bleeding? That seems strange to me. I guess it will take more practice to hit exactly where I’m aiming.

When I was done, I put a Band-Aid on Lion’s butt and cuddled him a bit. And a little while later I started to edge him. Mr. Broken Lion starts out OK and then fizzles a little bit. I don’t know if it’s something I’m doing or not doing, or maybe it’s something he’s doing or not doing. Last night he asked for the Magic Wand again. I had a better idea.

Lion’s been getting an awful lot of oral attention lately. I don’t mind. I know he doesn’t mind either. I was actually able to edge him a few times last night. I was thinking about giving him an orgasm, but I decided he needs to wait a few days. Maybe I’ll even make him wait until New Year’s eve or New Year’s day. He’s had something like 57 orgasms in 2016. I’m not sure I want him to have 58. However, an orgasm seems like a good way to start off the new year.

Maybe between now and New Year’s day he’ll get really horny again. I’ll do my best to make that happen.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

I really never expected to find myself permanently locked in a male chastity device. I wonder if anyone does. Yes, I love gadgets. Without question, it was my interest in bondage and my curiosity about male chastity that got us started. I still like learning about new chastity hardware, but the novelty of being locked into a device has long worn off.

What keeps me a consenting party to my lockup? A better question is whether I am really consenting or not? I can hear you thinking, “Of course you are. Mrs. Lion wouldn’t keep you locked up if you really didn’t want it.” Is that true? In the strictly physical sense, of course it is. She couldn’t put me in a chastity cage against my will. If she did, I am sure I could find a way out. Even guys who are secured via a piercing could still get out if they really wanted.

Here’s the thing. There’s a new world built around the fact that I remain in a chastity device. Mrs. Lion and I have found a new, deeper level of communication thanks to enforced chastity. My sex life is actually better now that I am physically prevented from sex without my lioness providing it. I’d be stupid to risk losing that.

Beyond the risk of upsetting my world, enforced chastity has opened a door that is forcing both of us to grow. Once I got a taste of sexual control, I wanted to feel more. I also saw Mrs. Lion becoming more forthcoming in expressing how she feels. I believe that for a relationship to survive, both people have to let each other know how they feel. It’s inherently risky to tell your partner that you don’t like something he does. It’s generally impossible to make him change.

Originally I thought that Mrs. Lion could effect changes in me by using longer waits for orgasms as a tool. She is very uncomfortable with that idea and we never really tried it. Well, once she made me wait an extra day. At the time I hated it. But if that happened now, I might grumble a little, but I wouldn’t be seriously deterred.

Enforced chastity turned out to be a great tool to improve our physical, emotional, and sexual intimacy. It’s so valuable that Mrs. Lion has no intention of ever letting me stop. I agree with her. It also turned out to be useless as a way to get her to express what I do that bothers her. It also proved ineffective in making me change.

I suspect that I’m not alone in this discovery. Actually, it’s completely logical. Chastity is a great tool to force both partners to focus on sexual issues. Very few wives will lock her husband in a chastity device and then leave him in it to rot. At the least she will interact with him in order to provide him with periodic release. That, all by itself, is sexual communication.

Being sexually dependent affected me more than I thought it would. Once locked in the device, I can’t get hard or even aroused on purpose. At times I will try to get an erection based on a sexy thought. But not much can happen when I do. Once I learned that I couldn’t influence Mrs. Lion to get me off when I felt I really, really needed to come, I realized that I am totally dependent on her for sexual release. Perhaps more importantly, she realizes that too.

The odd thing is that even when she lets me spend some time as a wild lion (no cage on), nothing changes. Both of us understand that cage or no cage, I will not have any sex that doesn’t come from her. I’m trained to depend on her. I haven’t jerked off in three years. I don’t even consider it when wild. All I do in the shower is get clean.

Enforced chastity is a very powerful tool in terms of a power exchange in a relationship. It hits a man at his most sensitive spot. His keyholder gets absolute control of his sexual pleasure. But it isn’t magic. In my case, at least, the control begins and ends at my penis. Fortunately, Mrs. Lion has other tools for non-sexual control.

[Mrs. Lion – Just a reminder…..it’s my penis.]

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In: Female led relationship with discipline

It was a relatively quiet Christmas for us. My friend came over and we had a nice dinner. The ham was delicious and we have a ton left over. We barely made a dent in almost ten pounds. Looks like my lunches are figured out for a while.

After our company left, it was quite late. Lion said he was horny, but tired. No edging for him. I left him wild as a sort of a Christmas present. I know he doesn’t really like to be wild, but to me, it’s still a gift. I guess that’s selfish, knowing he’d prefer to be locked up but leaving him wild. Maybe that means I still don’t fully understand his desire to be caged. Or maybe I don’t understand his desire for bondage. Both statements are probably true. I don’t think I ever will. But it doesn’t keep me from giving both to him. I’m pretty good at doing things for Lion that I don’t understand. Opera tickets, theater tickets, bondage, etc.

At one point, very early in our relationship, I mused that I didn’t see how I could spank him if I didn’t know what it felt like to be spanked. Not that I wanted to be spanked, but I had at least some desire to be in his shoes. He didn’t like that idea because he thought I’d like it too much and wouldn’t want to top him anymore. I’ve only been spanked as a child and I seriously don’t remember it at all. If his recent pinching my nipples is any indication, I don’t think I would have liked his spanking me. On some level I understand the pain-pleasure response. I just don’t think it’s for me. And that’s good. This isn’t about me. It’s about Lion.

Yes, male chastity/domestic discipline/FLR is about our relationship as a whole, but it’s mostly about Lion. I don’t deny I get things out of it. We both do. I know he wants me to get more out of it, and sometimes I understand that I can. Other times I don’t understand it. I guess that’s true of learning new things. Every kid has asked when they’re actually going to use algebra. It’s not always as evident as when I used it to figure out a roof angle for a house my ex and I were building.

At any rate, we move on and we both learn new tricks every day. Sometimes they aren’t as apparent as others. Sometimes you don’t even realize you’re learning them until someone else points them out. It’s progress.

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In: BDSM, Lion's Journal
linnex
A British product that may prove to be my undoing.

I admit it. I’m dangerously curious. When I hear about something related to sensation play, I want to experience it. This often leads to my downfall. Case in point: the training collar. I heard about using one to zap someone when a correction was needed. The idea aroused me, pervert that I am. So, I didn’t rest until I had one.

Mrs. Lion is a very agreeable soul. She is happy to try any harebrained idea that I suggest. That, as you may recall, is how I ended up locked in a chastity device for the last three years. Most of my ideas get tested and then put aside. This explains our enormous paddle collection. I just can’t help myself.

Some of these discoveries, usually the ones I find particularly onerous, end up a part of our regular activities. Icy Hot and other menthol rubs applied to my balls and perineum is a prime example of something I truly regret suggesting. Mrs. Lion is quite fond of painting a broad “racing stripe” of the stuff from the base of the penis, down the seam of the scrotum, all the way to my anus. Ouch!

In that same vein, I read about Linnex. This is a capsicum, menthol, camphor compound in a wax base. Rubbing just a little from the handy applicator is supposed to be far more intense and long lasting than the other nasty products that have been applied to my nether region.

This product is very difficult to find. Amazon lists it but only offers an email if they ever get it back in stock. I should have left well enough alone and abandoned the search. But no, this big cat is way too curious for that. I finally found a UK site that took my order and money via PayPal. Of course they were closed when I placed the order on Christmas Eve. Maybe if they refuse my order, I have another reprieve. But you know me. I won’t drop it until I give some to Mrs. Lion.

This is absolutely a classic example of curiosity killing the big cat. Of all the nasty things that Mrs. Lion has at her disposal, menthol products to my most sensitive area ranks close to the top of things she can do that I truly hate and fear. If you wonder what tops the list, it’s doll house clothespins applied around the head of the penis. Those little devils are diabolical. The springs are very strong and the force is applied to a tiny area. Regrettably, these infernal toys do no lasting damage. They just hurt like hell. Guess who found those and bought some for Mrs. Lion? Yup. Me.

I am the author of my own undoing. You might think it’s because I want pain. No, that’s not it. When I hear about something new, I just want to experience it. You know the old saying: Act in haste; repent at leisure. Well, for me it’s buy a toy in haste; suffer forever.