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In: Lion's Journal

It’s the winter solstice. Our days are at their shortest. Mrs. Lion and I maintain hummingbird feeders. We have two. One is in the front of the house suspended outside my home office window. The other in back, outside our living room. We both love watching the incredibly tiny birds as they get nectar from the feeders.

A few years ago, we had a two week cold spell. The temperature didn’t go  above 20-degrees. The sugar water in our feeders froze solid.

One morning, I saw that the perch around our feeder was full. There were at least six little birds trying to get some nectar. This is very unusual. Generally they feed one at a time. The birds were pecking at the frozen sugar water. Their desperation was obvious. I went out and got the feeder. It took a little while to thaw, but I finally had liquid.

I brought it back outside. The hummingbirds were gone. They never came back. Those tiny birds died of cold and starvation.

It makes me sad to this day when I remember them huddled on the perch around our feeder trying vainly to get the food they needed to stay alive. I know this was a small tragedy in a world filled with much larger ones. But this one was on me.

The little birds weren’t angry. They didn’t ask for anything. They didn’t expect anyone to save them. Nonetheless I was responsible.

The reason I share this memory at a time of celebration and feasting is that it reminds me that no matter how little we have, we are rich if we have each other.

It’s back in the 20’s again. The hummingbirds won’t starve this winter. We have heated feeders that keep the nectar available no matter how cold it gets outside.

As I sit here  writing, a hummingbird just stopped at the feeder outside my window. She’s one little bird who will live to enjoy the spring when it finally arrives. That is a Christmas gift I treasure.

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In: Bondage, Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm denial

I didn’t unlock Lion last night. I just didn’t. There was no thought to it. I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t achy. Lion wasn’t itchy. I just decided to have a night off. A little while before bedtime, Lion said I hadn’t touched him sexually at all. We’d snuggled but nothing more. He wondered why. Again, no special reason.

By bedtime, Lion was doing his comical grumbling. “Buh, buh, buh, horny.” He said his arm hurt for some reason. I asked if he’d lifted anything or strained it somehow. He said it hurt due to lack of sex. I agreed that definitely must have been it. Such a comedian! He blames all sorts of things on lack of sex. The TV show he wanted to watch didn’t record – lack of sex. He’s hungry despite eating a lot at dinner and having a snack later – lack of sex. The dog needs to go out for a third time – lack of sex. I had no idea so much was tied to Lion’s sex life. Or rather lack-of-sex life.

I promised him yesterday that we’d find time today for the sling. The dog woke us up way too early and then she went back to sleep. We lounged around watching old movies and after we both write our posts, we’ll watch a football game. Either right before or right after dinner we’ll head downstairs to the dungeon for some play. Today is Lion’s third day in captivity. He hasn’t been out of the house since Thursday night. I think he deserves some bondage and whatever else I can think of while he’s in the sling.

Tomorrow we’ll have a nice quiet dinner by ourselves. I didn’t give my friend any opening to invite herself over this time. We’re having Thanksgiving part 2. Turkey dinner with all the fixings. Yum!

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In: Lion's Journal
Man in Santa’s hat opening Christmas gift

It’s Christmas eve. We have an empty nest. All of our cubs are far away. We both like the idea of Christmas lights and a tree in the living room. We talked about decorating a few times. Then we looked at one another and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. Of course, our house is surrounded by 150 foot cedar and pine trees. So, in a real way, we have holiday trees all year round.

I love sentimental movies. The TV schedules are loaded with them. “Miracle on 34th Street” and “It’s A Wonderful Life” never fail to bring a tear to my eye.

Mrs. Lion and I are going to have our own Christmas dinner for two. We’ll have a turkey breast, stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, homemade cranberry sauce, and pie for dessert. I’m looking forward to cooking.

It’s uncharacteristically cold here. Today it’s in the high 30’s F. Our winters are generally warmer and wetter. When the sun comes out, all the nice warmth that rolls in from the Pacific ocean rises up and draws cold air from Canada in to chill us. Like many homes in this area, our heat pump isn’t really up to keeping us warm when the mercury goes below freezing. I’m very lucky that Mrs. Lion lets me wear a t-shirt on days like this.

I suspect that very few guys find chastity devices under their Christmas trees. Wouldn’t it be cool if a loving wife who refused to lock her man, secretly planned to surprise him with a chastity device on Christmas morning? Maybe saying yes too quickly is a mistake. What a great gift opportunity a chastity device would be.

It’s too bad that this doesn’t happen. I can just imagine how magical that would feel. Christmas is a time for wishes to come true. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, hoping that soon a chastity device would be there.

Sexual wish fulfillment is rarely considered a gift for this holiday season. Too bad. I know, this is a wholesome, family-friendly holiday. Children are at its nexus. That doesn’t mean Mrs. Klaus can’t surprise Santa at bedtime. Or, visa versa.

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In: Edging, Erections, Mrs Lion Comments, Spanking

The dog woke me up a few times this morning to go out. At one point Lion was awake when I came back to bed. He said he was dreaming about bacon and it made him try to get hard. He never knew bacon made him horny. Obviously I had to make bacon for breakfast! We also had one of Lion’s favorites – blueberry walnut pancakes.

Last night I punished Lion for eating first and spilling food on himself a few nights before. I used a wooden spoon. When I’d gotten him sufficiently rosy I used a hairbrush to exact the interest on the punishment loan he required when he was too cold to come out from under the blankets. The wooden spoon was used in true punishment fashion – mostly light swats with a few hard thrown in. The interest was four hard swats. I used a different implement and harder swats to dissuade him from taking out punishment loans on a regular basis.

A while later I unlocked him and worked on getting him hard. It took a little bit but I was rewarded with a nice erection. I used my hand for a while and then brought out the Magic Wand. Fast or slow, Lion loves that vibrator. Eventually I settled on the speed at which Lion will buck into my hand. He wasn’t exactly bucking but I knew I’d hit his stride. I got him very close several times. I didn’t give him much rest in between either. He was panting when I stopped. I think if I had gone one more stroke he would have come. Too bad.

I let him stay wild for a bit. He’s been asking me if I want him to put the ring on. Sometimes I do forget. Last night I think I might have surprised him by telling him to put it on with no reminder from him.

I’m not quite sure why but the ring has gone on fairly smoothly since I re-caged him. I used to have so much trouble getting the threads lined up. The biggest trouble I have now is convincing Mr. Weenie he needs to stop trying to get hard so I can shove him in to be locked up. He really does have a mind of his own at times.