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Perhaps in Lion’s blindfolded future

I wasn’t feeling well again last night but I managed to recover in time to edge Lion and lock him back up. I’d forgotten to lock him up Tuesday night. He had one more day of freedom. No longer. Today he’s in his regular undies and cage. I have no desire to put him in panties every day.

I’m not even sure about the bra he has. I don’t know how he feels about it. Does it humiliate him? Does he think it just looks stupid and doesn’t get anything out of it? When he tried it on for me I told him he must like it because his booby nipples were hard. He just rolled his eyes.Tonight maybe Lion will get to enjoy the Njoy butt plug. I don’t really think enjoy is the correct word, but you know what I mean. We need to get back into anal play whether the goal is to fist him or not. He likes having things up his butt. Well, he likes the idea of having things up his butt. When I had my colonoscopy he said he’s had much bigger things up his butt than a scope. I have too. The difference is that I like the bigger things that have been up there. A scope, not so much.

We’ll have to try to find time this weekend for play too. Despite all our talk about punishment and panties, I’d like to get back to basics. Yes, punishment is important. But just playing is important too. That’s why I gave Lion a play spanking the other night. He loves to be spanked. Why limit it to punishment?

I don’t think he’s up to using the sling or even being tied to the bed yet, but I can do other things for him. In the past I’ve put him in a collar and affixed his hands to the collar and strapped his feet together. He wasn’t bound to an actual object but he wasn’t going anywhere. And, of course, there’s the blindfold. Who knows, I might actually put the menthol rub on him this time while he’s blindfolded.

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lion in purple thong
Front view of purple thong. I don’t want all our posts to show panty pictures, but this pair is incredibly comfortable to wear and very embarrassing to see on my body. From Mrs. Lion’s perspective, it’s perfection. [Click image to enlarge]
Yesterday morning, Mrs. Lion put a purple thong on the bed for me to wear. It was frilly like the one I showed the other day. I dutifully put it on and continued dressing. Actually, I looked at myself in the mirror first. Ridiculous! I was working at home but had a number of video conferences, so I got completely dressed. To my surprise, that silly thong was more comfortable than my boy underwear. It stayed up (most of my underwear tends to ride down) and felt great against my penis. Mrs. Lion has left me wild since we went on vacation.

I’ve read that some other guys like the way women’s underwear feels. My experience so far ranges from uncomfortable to acceptable. I’ve always been very happy to return to my Calvin Klein red boxer briefs. This time, I’m not so sure. For some reason, this thong stays up even when I am not wearing anything else. The front comfortably accommodates my genitals and the rear string sits comfortably as well. I won’t comment on the style. I like this thong much better when it is covered by pants. I’m definitely not a cross dresser. But, what can I say? This thong feels great.

lion's butt with thong
Here is a rear view of the purple thong. I can’t really feel the string going through my crack. [Click image to enlarge]
For the record, I have some male thongs from Obviously. They are fine and fit well. But they do ride down in the back sometimes and the front is not as comfortable as this purple thong. Weird.

Anyway, I’m sure you are getting bored with my underwear adventures. Mrs. Lion has done a great job finding humiliating things for me to wear. Last night she had me model a lace bra. This number looked totally silly on me. There is no way I can rationalize wearing it. It is female-only underwear. Wearing a bra is way more embarrassing than wearing frilly panties.

She also had me try on — get this — a rosebud baby doll set that included a top that came down just below my belly button and a thong in a matching pattern. You can see it here. It looks a thousand times better on the model than it does on me. Holy shit! There are still a scary pile of undies I haven’t modeled yet.

Mrs. Lion is working out how she will integrate forced cross dressing into our daily lives. In the short time we have been doing it, she either lays out a panty or tells me to wear my regular male underwear. I’ve only worn the bra for a few seconds.

There’s no question that I’m embarrassed wearing this stuff. I think that Mrs. Lion is enjoying the shopping and perhaps is thinking of ways to use forced cross dressing to further humiliate me. It’s all harmless fun for her. I like the way having her make me wear things makes me feel.

More interesting, she seems to enjoy this. She’s having fun shopping for me and appears to get a kick out of seeing me wearing frilly things. She frowns when she doesn’t think the item works well for me; like the baby doll camisole. I think she is genuinely interested in creating a feminine wardrobe for me. I know for a fact that she is having more fun than I.

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Here’s Lion in his crotchless panties. I’m not sure exactly what they are for, but he is embarrassed to show you this view. [Click image to enlarge]
I had Lion model the last of his panties when I got home. There’s a crotchless pair (see image, right). What’s the point of that? I know it gives easy access but he can’t wear them any other time. It’s just like having no underwear on. He also tried on his bra. Very pink and lacy. The baby doll teddy was less of a rousing success. Lion needs to lose some of his tummy for it to look better. The matching thong looks nice though.

When he was done modeling I got out some paddles. He wondered what I was going to do with them. I’d promised him a play spanking. He’d forgotten. His shoulder was hurting so I offered to wait until today to play. This wasn’t a punishment spanking. I wanted him to be able to enjoy it. He finally got comfortable and I started off with my hand. No punishment spanking starts off this way.

As I progressed from my hand to a slapper and then a paddle, I checked in with him to see if he needed me to stop. His shoulder was hurting but okay to continue. His buns got pink very quickly but each time I stopped the pink went right away. It wasn’t the longest play spanking we’ve done, but I didn’t want to tax his shoulder any more and I was also hurting a little.

Lion said his buns were sore for a while after I stopped. It felt very similar to a punishment spanking. I guess it would. I mean, a spanking is a spanking. I’d think, though, that punishment would feel more severe because there’s less warmup and I get to the harder swats quicker. In the end (pun intended) his buns are still sore. Oh, and a play spanking can be ended at any time if there’s a problem, no matter how minor.

Today Lion is working from home. Before I could tell him to wear the purple thongs, he asked which underwear he was wearing. At first I was annoyed. He didn’t give me a chance. But then I realized that I’m probably going to forget at some point. Having him remember is much safer. I don’t think not remembering will be a punishable offense. I’m still not sure that he’ll have to wear panties every day or every other day. It may just be for special occasions or when I want to see those sexy buns in some lace or frills. For now I’ll decide what he wears each day.

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This says it all

Sometimes, what seem to be little things turn out to have a lot of impact. Our recent panty activities  is a case in point. I now have about ten pairs of panties. I wear one of them when Mrs. Lion tells me. The thing is that every morning she informs me whether I wear my regular underwear or whether I will wear panties.

No big deal, right? Wrong! This daily command is a sexy exercise of power that affects me at the beginning of every day. I no longer know whether I will be in a frilly thong or my red Calvin Klein men’s boxer briefs. If I am to wear panties, they stay on even after I come home. When I shower, I have to put them back on and they only come off when Mrs. Lion tells me to remove them. If I wear my normal underwear, I am naked from the time I get home until I dress the next day.

I’m not sure why this is a big deal to me, but it is. Perhaps it is because this is a true expression of Mrs. Lion’s power. Even putting on my regular underpants feels different because she told me to wear them. She’s making a decision that affects my entire day.

People have commented that Mrs. Lion isn’t in charge because I generally come up with the things she does. After all, I asked for enforced chastity. I asked her to spank me. And, I did suggest panties. All are my ideas based on my kinky needs.

Mrs. Lion agreed to all of them. Here’s where it gets interesting. Yes, she locks me up as I requested. But she controls my lockup to her standards. I asked to play the game. She made up the rules. Similarly, I am spanked well past the point I want. It stops being pleasure and becomes punishment. She stops when she wants to. I have no say in the matter. I wanted the humiliation of panties and other frilly things. I’m getting them just the way she wants me to wear them.

Domination does not require the dominant partner to think up what she does to her submissive. Much of the time, the dominant partner takes on that role because her partner needs her to do it. She may love the power when she gets it, but she is doing it because he needs it.

I am very sure that Mrs. Lion would never assume her role on her own. We could be married 100 years and it would never occur to her. I’m sure this is true of most couples who are in a power exchange. She’s my soul mate and I would be with her if she never lifted a paddle again. The fact that she has taken on her role is a sign of her love for me.

She isn’t following a script I wrote for her. She is learning through trial and error what works for her and what works for me. She focuses, perhaps too much, on what works for me. I encourage her to have fun and be a lot less concerned about how much I like something. If she likes it, I will learn to accept and perhaps like what she does. It much more important to me that she has a good time.