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Last night was not Lion’s night. He didn’t get in trouble or anything. He just didn’t get played with or edged. Unless you count snuggling with me getting ever so close to the cage without unlocking it. I played with his balls. I played with his boobies (and oh does he hate that I call them his boobies) but I didn’t unlock him. He was very horny and why didn’t I just unlock him already and give him the orgasm he wanted! Because I’m mean. Mrs. Lion 2.0 is mean. Mrs. Lion 2.0 doesn’t care what Lion wants. Except that Mrs. Lion 2.0 is giving Lion exactly what he wants. And he’s not at all sure how he feels about that.

Obviously, he’s glad I’m finally taking charge. But what will I do next? He has no idea. That has to be scary for him. He knows I would never hurt him, at least not more than he wants to be hurt. But I will hurt him more than he wants to be hurt at that particular moment in time. The menthol rub I used on him over the weekend was long expired. It still had some kick left in it, but I need to replenish my supply. Maybe I’ll find some extra strength stuff. He won’t like that idea, but he will love it. I’m sure there are a lot of contradictions running through his mind, along with the recurring thought of “Oh, shit. What have I done?”

Yes, my pet, you may have created a monster. Frankenlioness. It’s alive!

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I decided to be nice to Lion last night and allow him to give me the orgasm he missed on Sunday night. He wanted to know if he could do it again soon. Greedy boy. I told him he could. I don’t know when. He’ll just have to keep an eye on that calendar. Afterwards I unlocked him and worked on his horniness level. As promised, I made it worse. He still has a few days to go before it gets any better. I considered having my orgasm be the only play of the night, but I had promised him I’d give Mr. Weenie a workout since he didn’t get one Sunday. I’m trying to keep my promises.

Lion asked if I like my new found strictness. When I said I guess I do, he told me I am the most indecisive person he knows. True. I’m just not sure how long I can keep it up. It takes a lot to get me to a point that I will take action. You’d think that once I reached that point I could maintain it. Not so. Think about losing weight. You battle for a long time to get those twenty pounds off, but now you have to maintain it. Any little slip will allow it to creep back on. Do you really want to be on high alert all the time? I don’t. So, like most things, I’ll take it as it comes and try to rule with an iron fist as often as possible.

I was thinking on the way to work this morning that maybe we should play when I decide we should play. By that I mean, if I think we should play before dinner then it shouldn’t matter if he’s hungry. And when he’s hungry he tends to whine. So if I get home and decide it’s time to play, we should do it. If he’s in the middle of something and I decide to play, we’ll play. Lion has no say in the matter anymore. I’ve been too nice for too long.

This is not to say that I won’t take Lion’s suggestions into account. I will always listen to what he wants. I may not always act on them, but he usually gives me good ideas. I’d be crazy not to take some of them. Of course, I’ll put my own spin on them. It wouldn’t be any good if he knew exactly what I have in store for him.

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here are our sexual calendars. mine is on the left, lion's on the right. each indicates the next/last orgasm date. he will be surprised to see how it looks today.
Here are our sexual calendars. Mine is on the left, Lion’s on the right. Each indicates the next/last orgasm date. He will be surprised to see how it looks today.

Lion wonders why there’s a new sheriff in town. What happened to his old Mrs. Lion? What changed? He likes it but he’s a little leery. This is what he’s wanted all along but now that he’s got it he’s not so sure.

I don’t really have an answer for him. Did something just click? Did I suddenly decide that feeling like I was always disappointing him finally make me throw caution to the wind? Did I get tired of doing things his way? Or am I technically still doing things his way (female led relationship was his idea) but in my own way? I don’t know. And I’m not sure how long it will last. I guess we’ll ride the wave while we can.

After we played yesterday, I left Lion wild for a few hours. He wanted to know why. I told him because I felt like it. If I need a reason for doing everything, it’s going to be hard on a Lion butt. Why ask why? Just enjoy it while it lasts. He also commented that he hopes he gets an orgasm he can enjoy at some point. Jeez! I give him an orgasm he shouldn’t even have had, wreck it for him by continuing to stroke him afterwards, and suddenly he’ll never have another good orgasm again. [Lion — Ok, I worry too much] Melodramatic much? And, as we were falling asleep, he said he was horny. Awwww, poor Lion. I told him I couldn’t do anything about it until today. Of course today all I can do is make it worse. Oh well. Such is the life of a caged Lion.

Yesterday evening, while Lion was in the shower, I decided to test his powers of observation. He failed. I considered telling him I was testing him, but then I figured he’d look closely at everything and discover my change. It’s much better if he has to do it by himself. As you can see from the picture, his orgasm date is January 23. I changed mine to January 17. Yesterday. Oops. Lion missed that. [Lion — It’s been “00” for months. I stopped looking. That won’t happen again] Can he have a do-over? Does he have to wait until the date magically changes again? I don’t know. I haven’t decided. I do think it’s an indication that he has to be more aware of his surroundings. You just never know when things are going to change around the Lions’ den. And next time there may be a punishment attached to missing it.

Yup, the wind has definitely changed. Is that good news or bad news for Lion? Yes.

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In: Edging, Mrs Lion Comments, Sex, Shock Collar

Last night I unlocked Lion and tied his balls up tightly. When I said I was going to get some lube, he said the silicon lube is harder to clean up. Did that mean he wanted to use different lube? No, he said he was just thinking of me and how difficult it would be to get off my hands. The silicon is nice lube. It stays very slippery for a long time. I decided to use it.

As I was edging him I thought about giving him an orgasm and continuing to stroke him afterwards. I know he’s very sensitive after he comes. Too bad. I wanted to do an experiment. So on the next would-be edge I kept going. As soon as he came I kept stroking. He tried to wiggle out of the way and asked what I was doing. I said I still wanted to play with him. He said it hurt. Yup. I figured it did. He didn’t like it at all. Awww, poor boy. That was sort of the point.

Almost immediately after that he asked why I would give him an orgasm. He was worried he wouldn’t be horny for play today. Nothing about thanking me for his impromptu orgasm. (He did say it was the same as a ruined orgasm. Just as unsatisfying because it hurt.) I thought that was rude. But I told him I was sure he’d be horny again as soon as his butt was strapped in the sling. We’ll see if I’m right in a little while.

This morning, however, I decided to change tactics. Ordinarily Lion decides when we run our errands. This results in my waiting around for him or I’ll be in the middle of something when he wants to go. Not today. I told him I was starting the laundry and then the bus was leaving for Costco. It was up to him to be ready. As he dressed I told him to put on the shock collar. I wasn’t about to put up with any nonsense today.

I zapped him once for interrupting me, but other than that he was good. I told him I wished I could zap the other people who kept jumping in front of me. Too bad it doesn’t work that way. Lion did get a warning for interrupting again, but no more zaps. So far. We’re watching a football game we recorded while we were out. He’s making a lot of derogatory comments about the coach and the team. I think another zap might be coming soon.

Later on I’ll tell him when it’s time to play. It’s up to him to get himself downstairs. I won’t wait for him. When I tell him to jump, he should ask how high and when he can come back down. No more Mrs. Nice Lion.