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Mrs. Lion has departed for her daughter’s college graduation. She wrote yesterday’s post while en route (“30,000 Feet“). She offered a forecast of bondage for me (Yaaay!) and the resurrection of the lion shock collar I wrote about yesterday (“Shocks Under My Balls“). She proposed using it to let me know that she is thinking about me. OK, that’s an interesting idea. We’ll have to see how that works out. I also hope that she will use it to correct me as needed. Of course, I never need correction.

When Mrs. Lion returns home, it will have been ten days since she spanked me and got me off. Ten days is at the far end of my orgasm timescale. It is also a reasonable interval for a maintenance spanking. Of course, Mrs. Lion is aware of this and will almost certainly deal with these chores soon after she arrives. I have to admit that I’m looking forward to both. The thing about spankings is that I look forward to the next one until I’m told to mount the spanking bench, then I regret ever asking Mrs. Lion to paddle me.

When Mrs. Lion started spanking me, I would be hard when I got into position. I lost my erection shortly after she started. It’s been a while since I approached a spanking with a hard cock. I move slowly to the spanking bench and get into position. My penis is hiding. I am not happy to be there. Here’s the weird part. Within a day or so of a butt-blistering beating, I get turned on thinking about being spanked. Stupid lion!

You would think that I also eagerly anticipate my next orgasm. I usually don’t. I almost certainly get hard when I read or write about spanking. That isn’t true when I read or write about sex. That’s not completely true. Sometimes I get hard when I read or write about sex. I always get hard during literary spanking encounters. Go figure.

One reason may be that sex is limited for me. I get sexual attention. I can’t give it. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when Mrs. Lion pays sexual attention to me. I just miss being able to reciprocate. I don’t think that is the biggest reason. Much as I hate to admit it, the sense of losing control is the most erotically intense sensation for me. I don’t think I ever said this before. Now I have.

waiting by the front door

On a much more serious note, the dog and I are very sad that Mrs. Lion is away. Our puppy hasn’t touched her food or water and has only gone outside just once. Normally, she is going in and out of her doggy door endless times a day. Today she is lying by the front door waiting for Mrs. Lion to come home. She will get up and visit me when I leave my desk. Otherwise, she waits by the door.

Mrs. Lion and I have been exchanging text messages and emails. Like the dog, I’m waiting for her to come home. Our little family has been together almost constantly for over a year. Mrs. Lion flew east for her son’s wedding and her mother’s funeral. Otherwise, we are in our little house here in Washington. It may seem silly for such a short separation to mean so much.

The dog has never spent a night we all weren’t here. She’s very confused and lonely. I’m not confused. I’m just lonely.

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In: Bondage, Shock Collar

The plan was to get to the airport with two hours to spare, get through security and relax a little at the gate. Getting to the airport was no problem. However, finding parking was another matter. The garage was packed. Getting through security was no problem. However, getting to the gate within the airport took some time. Walk, walk, walk, take a tram, take another tram, walk some more. I still had plenty of time, but there was no relaxing at the gate.

Lion and the dog are lonely back home. I’m lonely on the plane. I’ll get to spend some time with two of my kids before I head home again. My older son, who can’t make it to my daughter’s graduation, is in school to become a physician’s assistant. My daughter will continue on for a master’s degree to become a counselor. When my body craps out, he’s got me covered. When my mind goes, she’s got me covered.

It will be late when I get home Saturday. I’ll have to get the dog calmed down and then I can snuggle with Lion. I won’t promise to look for the missing piece to the restraint on Sunday, but I am thinking about it. By Monday, I hope to have found it. If not, I think I can find at least one of the old restraints and we can go from there. It may be possible to tie Lion down across the bed, in a position similar to his oral sex position. We’ll have to test it out. His head or feet may dangle off the edge. I should be able to figure something out that will work.

He mentioned his shock collar. I think it’s fully charged. I just have to strap him in and we can play Zapardy. At one point, I was thinking I could have him wear it during the day even if we’re together. I could give him random love zaps from time to time. Bzzzt. I’m thinking about you. Bzzzt. I love you. I don’t think he’d mind if I interrupted him that way.

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In: BDSM

Mrs. Lion is off on a short trip East to be with her family. It’s just the dog and me for now. The dog and I have something in common: We both have “shock” collars. We got one for the dog to help her learn not to jump up on us. It’s very humane. I know because I’ve been made to wear mine and feel its effects. The dog feels it enough to distract her and stop the jumping. It is also unpleasant enough that she generally remembers to behave when I pick up the controller.

My shock collar is worn under my balls, with the electrodes touching my perineum. When Mrs. Lion decides to give me a shock, it feels like a sharp hit. I can’t really describe it. The sensation is unpleasant but doesn’t feel like an electric shock. It gets my attention and can make me jump. The version I wear uses her phone via Bluetooth to send a signal to the unit under my balls. It has an effective range of about thirty feet. The dog’s collar uses a dedicated controller that is good for more distance.

I bought the lion version of the shock collar as a tool for Mrs. Lion. The problem is that she doesn’t have any real reason to use it. The short range makes it rather useless for “paging” me when we are out and about. Too bad. That’s one function she likes. We had one with a dedicated controller that had more range. She didn’t remember to take it with her when she had me wearing the shock collar. We got the current version because she always has her phone. We’ll be getting a new shock collar that uses a dedicated controller. It’s a big improvement for fitting. Mrs. Lion had to customize the collar we have now. The new one (link to item) looks like it won’t need any custom fitting. It’s also a lot cheaper than our current collar.

tie me up

Another challenge for my lioness is restraining me. It takes Mrs. Lion considerable time and effort to secure my wrists and ankles and then set up the actual restraints that attach to the bed. We need an easier solution. One possibility that might be useful is to put an eye in the kitchen ceiling. Mrs. Lion can use quick-connects to attach a short chain to the eye, and my wrist restraints to the chain. We’ve done that in the past. It’s pretty easy to set up. Mrs. Lion then has easy access to my front and back while seated comfortably in a kitchen chair.

The central issue for both the shock collar and restraints is getting in the habit of using them. This is on Mrs. Lion. I don’t know what I can do to help. I know that it’s cool when she uses my shock collar. It’s very exciting to know that she can make me do what she wants by remote control. Restraints are big fun for me.

Both of these activities take time and energy. They also require imagination to integrate into our daily lives. I guess the bottom line is that I’m not maintenance-free.

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I think the general consensus is that Lion should not be allowed to masturbate while I’m gone. I only suggested it because he needs more stimulation than I’ve been giving him, and he won’t get any when I’m not here. Neither of us is sure it would work anyway. He’s been conditioned against masturbating for the past nine years. The best idea is for him to keep his paws off. Of course, he can still touch himself. He’s just not allowed to go much further than that.

I know Lion doesn’t want me to go on my trip. I can’t blame him. I wish I didn’t have to go too. I’m much happier staying home. I hate flying. I’m not afraid of it. I’m annoyed by it. It costs too much. Getting to the airport two hours early is a pain. Being trapped in a big metal tube for hours on end sucks. Don’t get me wrong. Seeing my daughter graduate from college is a big deal. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I just wish it was closer to home.

Lion wasn’t in the mood for play last night. He said he didn’t think he’d get anywhere. I don’t know if he’s past the point of wanting attention or if he doesn’t think it’s worth the effort. Maybe he thought he was a chore. I’ll give it another try tonight. Failing that, he’ll get more attention when I get back. It may take quite a bit of effort, but I’ll give him an orgasm to start the timer again. Then I’ll make sure to tease him at least every other night to keep him interested. I don’t want to fail him again. [Lion — You never fail me!]

I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to write posts while I’m away. I usually manage to get something in even if it’s late, but I assume I’ll miss at least one day.