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Lion’s tummy has been bothering him for a few days. He wasn’t really up for playing last night. He certainly wouldn’t have wanted a butt plug even if he was up for other things. That’s okay. I don’t think either one of us is in any rush. We can play whenever.

I never did give Lion a haircut last weekend. Sometimes he reminds me and reminds me and reminds me until I yell a time at him. I know he wants it done. I know he needs it done. I know. He insists I never give him an answer. To me, saying “I know” or “okay” is enough of an answer. It isn’t always for Lion. I volunteered to work over Christmas if I am needed to get things back to normal in our system. I haven’t heard anything yet, so at this point I have a four day weekend. I’m sure I can find some time to do fur removal from Lion’s head and body. Since I sometimes play with my weenie while he’s oiled up, it also serves as an appetizer for the evening’s play.

I don’t know if he’ll be up for a butt plug later on or not. It can wait. It was just an idea to get him in the mood. I have many more ways to get him in the mood. Some of them he likes and some he doesn’t. Well, Lion doesn’t like them. My weenie often tells a different tale. Lion will tell me how much it hurts and my weenie is standing just as tall and proud as can be.

I guess men are at a serious disadvantage when it comes to outward displays of being turned on. Women may have hardened nipples, but that can also mean they’re cold. A man’s excitement is difficult to hide. That and having someone kick them in the family jewels are two of the reasons it’s good to be a woman.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

It’s hard to believe that the year is nearly over. I’m glad that the stimulus bill looks like it will pass. Like millions of other Americans, my unemployment runs out on December 26. I’m still on furlough with no sign I will be called back to work. Meanwhile, we are both doing our best to stay isolated and healthy. Fortunately, we are both happy being together without outside contacts.

I’ve hesitated writing about sex because I don’t want Mrs. Lion to think that I am signaling that I want something. I am very happy to wait until she is ready. Meanwhile, we snuggle and enjoy each other’s company. You won’t be surprised to learn that I have been thinking about sex. Admittedly, my thoughts haven’t been very specific. I really don’t mind waiting.

Mrs. Lion mentioned locking me up again. I have mixed feelings about that. We didn’t solve the fit issue with the Evotion Orion. I remeasured and ordered a longer and wider center section. Within minutes of putting it on, my cock was swallowed up inside the new part. The original center section is much shorter and narrower. In the past, I think it caused some irritation. I never figured out why. One theory is that the section is too narrow and abrades the area just under the head. But, I ended up with a single sore spot, not overall irritation. Also, this happened twice at different times, but in the same spot on my penis. If Mrs. Lion locks me in it again, we will both have to be very careful to look for potential irritation.

Since she is home all the time, I’m never really alone. There isn’t the slightest risk I will misbehave. Locking and unlocking me may be extra distractions for her. As you probably guessed, I’m ambivalent about returning to wearing a male chastity device. It might not be up to me, but Mrs. Lion is unlikely to lock me up unless I want her to. At least, I don’t think she will.

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In: Anal play, Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm denial

There is some good news. Our computer system at work is back up and running. While they work to catch up on work that was in a holding pattern, only one person is allowed in. However, she has given me permission to go in as long as I only look. No touchy. I’m happy with that. I don’t need to touch anything to get my tasks done.

Lion has been in a holding pattern of his own. We haven’t played in a few days. He’s giving me space so I can work through my grief. I think I might be okay to resume normal activities. He’s not rushing me, but the longer I don’t do anything, the more likely I am to not want to do anything. Inertia is not a good thing for me. I need to get back on the Lion, so to speak.

Yesterday I said maybe I’d lock Lion into his chastity device. That would give him some hands-off control even if I wasn’t able to play. I didn’t do it and, as I’m thinking about it this morning, maybe it’s a good thing, He’s got fur that I was going to get rid of over the weekend but the weekend was canceled. Being locked up when he’s furry might cause problems. I don’t want him to be pinched or yanked. (That’s my job.) Since I’m working from home, maybe one day this week I can start the wax early and de-fur him after work. I know he’d appreciate that. [Lion comments — I’m not furry enough to catch my chastity device.]

As far as tonight goes, last week I was going to shove a butt plug in and I never did. Perhaps tonight I can shove it in while I take care of the dinner dishes. That way he’ll be thinking of me even though I’m not in the room. And then, when I do get in the room, things will be more interesting if he’s dealing with a butt plug. His normal clenching of muscles might have a different effect.

I know he’s waited a long time, but I don’t think he should have an orgasm yet. I’ll need to make him want one first. I don’t know how horny he is right now. I’ll find out later. His wait is 22 days so far. Should we go for a record? If I make him wait 32 days, he can have a new year’s eve orgasm. This year definitely needs to go out with a bang.

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In: Domestic discipline

One of the strangest ironies of the Christmas season is the intense focus on behavior. You know, Santa won’t visit if you’re naughty. In fact, the word “naughty” comes up more often at this time of year than at any other. Doesn’t it seem odd that in the time of year we are supposed to be most generous, we focus on transgressions?

It would be one thing if we did this because we could then announce, ta-dah you are forgiven. But forgiveness isn’t a feature of Christmas. How many kids go to bed worrying that there will be coal in their stockings on Christmas morning? I know that when I was a cub, Christmas was a time I was constantly warned not to be naughty. Apparently, when Santa Claus comes to town, it’s the day of reckoning for boys and girls. Makes a kid want to be Jewish!

Now that I’m an adult in a disciplinary marriage, the word “naughty” is used year-round. Santa is relieved of the annual responsibility of assessing my naughtiness. Mrs. Lion has that job and she performs it all year long. I no longer worry about coal in my stocking. Now, it’s a paddle on my butt. Deck the halls with Lion’s red rear, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

There have been a couple of developments in the naughty lion department. The first was that Mrs. Lion found some chocolate fudge on my chest the other morning. The night before, we had hot fudge sundaes in bed. I almost never wear a shirt or anything else, so any spills end up on my skin. Mrs. Lion commented that maybe my rule should include spilling food on my chest. I wonder if she is going to make that change. [Mrs. Lion — If Lion continues to spill things on himself, it might have to be a rule.]

In her post yesterday, she observed that even though I had been punished for failing to set up the coffeepot only a few weeks ago, I nearly did it again on Saturday night. She had to give me several “hints” before I realized my error. She assumed that once I learned something, I would always remember it. [Mrs. Lion — I don’t assume. I just can’t believe he forgets so quickly.] I don’t do it on purpose, but apparently my ability to consistently do what I am supposed to fade over time. A fresh punishment renews my sense of responsibility. I’m not alone in this. I’ve read accounts by disciplinary wives that they had the same problem with their husbands.

Apparently, a disciplinary wife’s work is never done.