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Sunday’s orgasm was the first vaginal one in over 18 months. Mrs. Lion barely mounted me when I ejaculated. Last week was exceptional for me. I was in heat almost all the time. Mrs. Lion and I have both speculated on why I was so different. I initially thought it was the boner pills, but I’ve had those for months without anything similar happening.

I can’t believe it had anything to do with the kidney stones. They are pure misery. So far it’s a mystery. I’m not complaining. I love it!

We’re returning to the Box O’Fun. I pick a card from the box. Mrs. Lion has written something to do to me on each one. I don’t know what she’s written nor how many dupes of any particular item are in there. Given her most recent “play” behavior with me, the box should be much more interesting.

For reasons she hasn’t explained, her play has turned decidedly more painful. Again, I’m. Not complaining. I don’t like the pain much, but I love the idea that her direction is toward making what she does something I will most definitely feel. After all, these things are supposed to hurt. If she focuses on maximizing the pain, I will feel much more controlled than if she does things because they turn me on.

Is this Lioness 2.5? Maybe. Or perhaps it is a fuller expression of 2.0. The label is unimportant. The fact that I am getting truly challenged is what counts the most.

I’m settling into wearing the nylon cage. I am carrying a Q-Tip in my pocket to adjust the position of my urethra for peeing. The wider shape of the front of this cage allows things to “drift”. Since the bars are wide, unless I am properly centered, the stream is either blocked completely or becomes an unruly spray. The Jail Bird’s superior design avoids this entirely for me.

The plan is for me to continue wearing this cage at least for this week. We want to be sure that I can wear it when on a business trip. My trips are generally four nights. I started wearing it this past Thursday (5 days ago). It’s working out well. There is no bad smell or red marks on my skin. I can expect to wear it on my next trip.

Meanwhile, things are much more interesting around here. Mrs. Lion continues to grow in her role. I’m very happy about that. Maybe my increased horniness is related to her increasing control. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if that isn’t the case.

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My 2018 scorecard. Click image to enlarge.

After I completed my post yesterday, I asked Mrs. Lion for her comments and reaction. She agreed on my reporting but commented that I made too much of what she felt was a small thing. That thing was her changed behavior during BDSM play. When we played with clothespins, instead of putting them all over my balls where they hurt a bit but are arousing, she clamped them on areas near the penis where she knows it’s pure pain. (I have no idea how she knew that)

More significantly to me, when I complained she continued on and disregarded my reaction. She didn’t think that was a very significant change.

It was for me.

She plays with me because she knows I need it. And, her reasoning has always been that because she is doing this for me, it should be something I “like”. She has also applied that principle to making me wait for ejaculation.

I can’t argue with her logic. There are things she has always done that turn me on, but I hate. Icy Hot on my balls is one. Velcro tightly attached to my soft penis and then allowed to “choke” it when she makes it hard is another. But, complaining notwithstanding, it is sexual fun for me. Sounds ideal.

There’s only one problem in my mind: I’m actually in control.

Enforced chastity, FLRD, and our BDSM play has always been a service my lioness delivers for me. What happened on Saturday night was profound because the “service” changed its nature. The change may seem subtle to her, but for me it’s nuclear.

I was happy she was going to use clothespins. It gets me very hot when she does. Here’s a picture of the last “classic” session. You can see the conflict of pain (my face) and my enjoyment (erection). That’s what I expected Saturday0. When that first clothespin when on, I said,

“Ouch! That really hurts.”

Mrs. Lion paused a bit and then removed it. She put it back very close to where it was before. I complained again. She was silent. Then, slowly, she put on a few more in equally painful spots. Not one went on my balls.

I wondered if she realized she was really hurting me. Later, I asked her. She said that she knew. Mrs. Lion is a lioness of few words on the subject of Lion torture. I commented that this was a “first”. She agreed. There were so many things I wanted to discuss. I’ve learned not to try. The edging that followed was amazing. She’s overcome my so-called hair trigger.  I asked her to lock me up as soon after I calmed down as possible. You know why.

I’ve been really horny since then. This is unusual. I may be easily aroused when I’ve had to wait and I’ve received regular teasing. Between teasing sessions, sex isn’t on my mind too much. This time, all I can think about is being masturbated by Mrs. Lion. I asked her when we will play today. She didn’t know. I asked for some warning so I can take boner pills. She agreed she would.

The reason Saturday’s play affected me so profoundly is that even though she was doing what I asked, she took it further than I wanted. She made it clear that she is in control. Another example of this is spanking. I frequently get hard thinking about being spanked. For the first minute or two of a spanking, I am aroused by the activity. As the intensity grows, I want to be somewhere else. I hate the beating. But yet, I come back again the next time she wants to spank me. I know I will hate it; but I return.

This is the same as the clothespins. Even though I know the outcome will not be something I enjoy, I’m aroused by the idea of her doing things to me. I try as hard as I can to shape the activity. For example, I react strongly even to the mention of the tiny, dollhouse clothespins. I’m generally effective in convincing Mrs. Lion to put them away. I also try to limit how much Icy Hot ends up on my balls and perineum. I’ve been pretty successful in limiting my discomfort.

If Mrs. Lion has decided to up the intensity, I imagine that I won’t be as successful keeping her ministrations inside my comfort zone. I will hate it at the time, but I know I will always come back for more. It’s what I really want. Crazy Lion!

Yesterday afternoon, as promised, we played. I was blindfolded and my balls were tied tightly. That was followed by more clothespins, this time on my perineum. Then I got a surprise. Instead of a blow job, Mrs. Lion climbed on and did some reverse cowgirl lion riding. She had teased me so much that I lasted just a few seconds. She was surprised. I was too, but it felt great. It was my first vaginal orgasm since mid-2016.

A little while later, I showered (no cage!) and was locked up again.

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Do you or don’t you? We’d like to know.

I think the proliferation of blogs featuring women in sexually controlling roles signals a much larger change. This has been slow in coming, but now it feels like it is becoming more generally acceptable. Male chastity remains a rather small corner of this shift. That’s not surprising. It’s pretty extreme in terms of sexual control.

That’s not to say there are many marriages that practice active female control. Of course, women have long worn the pants in the family. But they’ve done so subtly without asserting authority. That’s changing. I think that women are more willing to speak up and let their partners hear them assert themselves.

Ok, that’s sociology. But more interesting to me is the growing trend of women topping men. In the 90’s so-called dominant women were few and far between. Men wishing to bottom outnumbered female tops 20 or more to one. Now, barely twenty years later, dominant women seek submissive men (as evidenced in blogs and fetlife) nearly as often as men seek dominant women. Cool!

When it comes to sexual blogs like ours, men outnumber women in terms of our readership. Almost 60% of our readers are men. That’s actually a great number. Most of the Internet is over 80% men. I find that all of the women who comment on this blog are in a dominant/top role. All of the men self-report as bottoms/submissive. This isn’t surprising since The Journal is about our female-in-charge relationship.

You don’t have to be full-on femdom to participate. I suspect most of our readers have an interest but don’t necessarily live in a female led relationship.

I’m curious about something. I wonder how many of the men reading here are spanked by women? Conversely, how many of our women readers spank men? Obviously, I’m spanked. I know that studies of male and female fantasies consistently reveal that over 75% of men dream of being restrained and/or spanked. This is usually in the context of a sexy scene, not female domination.

The reason I’m using spanking as a sort of yardstick is that it is sexually acceptable so it is likely to be the first activity when a woman asserts herself sexually in a way that puts the man in a clearly-understood-to-be vulnerable position.

This isn’t a case of me looking to validate my submission. I’m curious about you. Our readers are part of a demographic. I wonder how that demographic defines itself.

I realize that a sizable number of our male readers don’t get spanked or dominated in classic ways. They wear chastity devices as their only act of submission. The reason I didn’t pick chastity device wearing as my measure is that many women simply allow their men to wear the devices. They don’t necessarily actively participate in the lockup. However 100% of men who get spanked have their partners actively engaged.

I’d be interested to learn if you spank or are spanked. It doesn’t matter why. It just matters that a bottom is being swatted. Maybe we could also have a spanked bottom gallery. How would you feel about a picture of your reddened butt published?

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I’m still wild. I suspect that my recent discovery of woman-initiated, enforced male chastity may have given Mrs. Lion pause. I’ve embraced the idea of turning the penis into a toy owned by the keyholder. This concept implies, to me at least, that my penis would be locked at all times Mrs. Lion doesn’t want to play with it.

She mentioned that such possession wouldn’t really apply to us since she has no interest in sex for herself. I agree that limits the usefulness of the penis-as-toy. But she’s managed to enjoy it by teasing me and providing eventual ejaculations.

It’s true that I initiated all this stuff. None of it was her idea. I’m very lucky she embraced it. She doesn’t like the idea of me wearing the device when I travel, or at other times when it might be inconvenient, like on our camping trips.. I get it.

In fact, I agree with her approach. She’s already made my penis hers. The chastity device is just something I like to wear. It is, to me, the exclamation point at the end of her declaration of ownership. I like physical manifestations of things. I love bondage. I don’t generally need it. I’m not going anywhere. The actual feel of physical restraint turns my internal reality into the physical as well.

The chastity device has a unique effect on me. It reminds me of its power even at times when I have no thoughts at all of sex, much less using it for release. It loudly proclaims to me that someone else is in control. I really like that.

On the other hand, Mrs. Lion seems to have no such interest. She’s content to know I’m not going to cheat. Verification and enforcement aren’t part of her domination calculus. In fact, I think that any slip I might have would hurt her and she would blame herself. The idea of preventing the possibility of an “accident” isn’t terribly meaningful to her

That’s where we are very different. I’m turned on by being forced to obey. She likes it when I just do the right thing. She’s very aware of this difference and works hard to provide me with the concrete realities of rules and punishments. I’m very grateful.

We are very different in this basic way. Yet, we make each other very happy. Somehow we just fit. I can’t ask for any more than that.