Lion’s Journal (Page 512)

I cooked the Thanksgiving dinner. I generally do feasts. As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday, she invited a coworker to dinner. I think that’s great. We had plenty of food and it was fun to sit down to a huge dinner. We had turkey, stuffing of course, a potato dish which is a “layer cake” of mashed white potatoes and mashed sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, gravy, and biscuits. We had several kinds of pie available for desert. Way too much food. But that’s fine. I love Thanksgiving leftovers. If you celebrate this holiday, I hope you shared a feast with people you care for.

One thing we did yesterday was to clean the house and rearrange the living room. I know, not a chastity activity, but one that brought us both real satisfaction. Wednesday night was my orgasm night and the memory lingers tauntingly at the edge of my mind. It was wonderful. As Mrs. Lion said yesterday, it’s wonderful being married to your best friend. She takes wonderful care of me and indulges my kinky nature.

What more could an old lion ask! I am very happy that she is now very much her own lioness. She has learned to not give me a vote in what happens sexually. That’s not entirely true. I don’t get a vote, but she listens to me. If, for example, it is orgasm night and I am just tired and grumpy. I can ask to postpone and I am very sure she will. She may not move it to the next day. She might just move it to my next scheduled orgasm date. That’s a risk I have to accept.

Orgasms, by the way, are becoming a bit less important to me. It’s true that I get massively horny and desperate for them. But I am starting to enjoy the teasing and being horny nearly as much as finally squirting. Don’t get the idea that I will ever not want one. But I am having more fun between orgasms. Progress?

I’ve never been subject to mood swings, especially predictable one. Since being caged I have a predictable mood swing every time my wait goes to six days. On the fifth day I am tree-humping horny. It is a good kind of frustration that is accompanied by chubbys inside my cage, and a certain amount of begging Mrs. Lion for relief.

The next day, however, everything is different. I lose my interest in sex and just feel sad. I don’t think I am sad because I want to orgasm. In fact, that is the farthest thing from my mind. I am just unhappy. I am frustrated in a most unpleasant way. I wonder why I wanted to be sexually submissive and what the hell I am doing in this cage. It doesn’t help to remind myself that this is exactly what I wanted. I am just, plain unhappy. On the seventh day, that mood lifts. I’m no longer sad about being caged. I don’t feel that I am surrounded by a bleak landscape of sexual deprivation. Some horniness returns too.

Sunday was the sixth day. It was also the day that Mrs. Lion had planned some spanking bench time. I should have been really happy, but I wasn’t. The spanking was well done, Mrs. Lion slowly increased intensity so my endorphins had time to keep pace. But I wasn’t having fun. I thought (still sorta think) that being unable to get aroused contributed to the lack of fun. But maybe it didn’t. I’ve been spanked before with no sexual component. It may have just been my sixth day syndrome.

When my waits get longer — Mrs. Lion said at least some would — Can I expect other sixth days? Even if not, do I want to put myself and Mrs. Lion through this? I realize that enforced chastity isn’t all roses and lollipops, but it shouldn’t put me into such a dark place. I have rationalized it by trying to believe that these feelings are just a reaction to losing control. But that really can’t be it. If it were, it would last more than a day and would be provoked by something that actually makes me feel controlled. Nothing on Sunday fits that description.

So, do I just suck it up and deal with sixth day blues? That may be how it ends up, but I think it may pay to try to find a way to avoid it. I know Mrs. Lion agrees. She did exactly the right thing yesterday. Any orgasm or end to enforced chastity were clearly off the table. That’s as it must be. She said that she is open going forward to adding some arousal to play. That might help. She also said that she is willing to not play if I am down. That will also help.

But the essentially unhealthy bad feelings need to be considered. Right now I have no idea how to approach them. I fully understand that being uncaged is not possible. Maybe, never let me get to six days? No, that won’t work. Well, it will work but isn’t in Mrs. Lion’s plans.

Somehow I will have to learn to deal with this speed bump. I don’t know how. Do you have any ideas?

Friday night was very cozy. Outside it was cold enough to make me very glad to get into the warmth of the house and Mrs. Lion’s arms. We had homemade chicken soup for dinner. That added to the feeling of cozy warmth. Friday is my scheduled tease day. It’s true that Mrs. Lion did some anal play the night before, so technically she didn’t have to tease me. If you read her post yesterday, you know that she is also confused as to the exact meaning of our agreement. I’m happy to go with her decision. She’s the boss, after all.

As she wrote, I had a small ruined orgasm. It felt very strong and I could sense that maybe I had gone slightly over the edge. Sure enough, a couple of drops of semen appeared. I stayed hard, but didn’t feel the urgency of a few moments before. So far, Saturday has been mellow too. Part of it is that I’m tired. I don’t think I am as horny as I was on Friday. That is easy to fix as Mrs. Lion knows well. Based on her post yesterday, I think I am in for a lot of activity this weekend.

When I am tired and not particularly turned on, anal play or spanking are much less pleasant to me. That’s not to say Mrs. Lion should only stick things up my ass when I am aroused, but from my perspective, it helps. Arousal increases tolerance for pain. No surprise there. What has surprised me is that external stress makes pain worse. I’ve been in the process of looking for a new job. The one I have now is being eliminated as part of budget cuts.  The economic uncertainty combined with loss of sleep appears to have changed how I perceive stimulation. The effect it has is to make it take longer for me to get into the activity underway. Warmup takes longer. The main reason, I think, is that my mind has to move away from my worries and for me to allow myself to drift on that pleasant wave of submission.

Just writing that makes me yawn. I’m off to curl up in a warm, cozy spot for a nap.

(Thursday, November 13, 2014) Last night (Wednesday) Mrs. Lion was busy. She adopted the policy I mentioned in an earlier post. I suggested that if I moved while spanked, that she start the punishment all over again from the beginning. She not only announced that was the new plan, but then proceeded to spank me with the sandpaper side of a very mean bloodwood paddle. I managed to hold still — just barely. That sandpaper really stung my bare bottom.

Once she finished the spanking (she said I earned it in her post. I did.), she then lubed up the heavy chrome butt plug (image on right). This plug isn’t too wide, but it is 4 1/2 inches of insertable length and weighs two pounds.  I really felt that weight. When she removed the plug, I asked if she would play with  me. She did and edged me a few times.

She then asked if I wanted to lick her pussy. Silly question! Of course I did and went right to work. I gave her two nice orgasms. Normally, I would give her more, but I wondered if maybe that was too much for her and one reason she wasn’t interested in another for a long time. So this time, I stopped at two.

I have a theory. There is no basis for it, just a thought. It could be that in order to get Mrs. Lion’s sexual engine going again, we need to more consistently prime the pump, so to speak. If she comes more frequently, even if it isn’t something she was really wanting, her body may learn to crave those orgasms on its own. You know, give the kiddies free samples of drugs until they’re hooked! It works on TV shows, it may work with Mrs. Lion. Besides, she tastes great and I love the noises she makes when she comes.

On a totally different topic, I’ve noticed that when Mrs. Lion unlocks me, the head of my cock is a different color than it used to be. The reason I noticed this is that in the tease and deny video when the male is unlocked from his cage, his cockhead is a rather pale, greenish color. See for yourself.  When I come out of my cage, I am too. Here are comparisons before caging and after (images). I don’t think there is a medical problem, but clearly the pressure of my cage on my cock head is changing the circulation a bit. It’s every bit as sensitive as it used to be. It’s just gotten uglier after living behind bars.

Go figure!