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After my post yesterday, Lion informed me he’d ordered ginger oil. Of course he did. I can’t mention anything without him jumping right on it. He gets so excited. There was no reason to wait, but it still seemed quick to me. He managed to get it delivered the same day. Apparently Amazon is testing out delivering things the second you hit the order button. We did have to wait until after 8, but once we had it Lion wanted to try it. Right this second. And he kept mentioning it until I finally tried it on him.

It didn’t smell very strong. I thought maybe it needed a chance to breathe. Not knowing how strong it actually was, I didn’t use very much. We started with a finger tip’s worth. Lion reported no effect. I took a little more and actually inserted my finger a little bit. Nothing. Phooey. It finally started to smell stronger, but there was little to no effect on Lion’s anus. Either I need to use a lot more or it doesn’t work at all.

I’m wondering if we need to grind up the actual ginger and use it as a paste of sorts. Lion pointed out that the essential oil should be the same as grinding up ginger. What do I know? I’m just trying to come up with ideas to make it work. If all else fails we’ll just continue on with the ginger butt plugs. I know that works.

Lion also ordered peppermint oil. He’s a glutton for punishment. Why don’t we try jalapenos too? The peppermint oil might work. I know he likes when I brush my teeth and then give him a blow job. We’ll have to keep experimenting. It’s a tough job, but we can do it.

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We’ve bought an awful lot of ginger lately. There are two fairly full produce bags on the bottom shelf of the fridge, with another bag in the crisper. In the past we haven’t been able to find such nice pieces. These are thick and some are even pre-shaped like butt plugs. All I have to do is peel it. Lion has been hinting about it for days. Last night seemed like the perfect time to use it.

The problem I see with using the ginger is that it’s difficult to get in. Using lube would be counterproductive. It would coat the ginger and mask the oil which creates the burning sensation. Last night I wondered if I should have heated it slightly. Trying to shove a refrigerator cold object in might dull the pain of shoving something in but it might also make the sphincter contract. Having it at least room temperature might help. Besides, who wants to dull the pain?

As I was waiting for the ginger to heat up in Lion’s butt, I started wondering if anyone makes ginger infused lube. It seems to me it would be an interesting idea. I know there are warming lubes out there, but I’m not sure any are specifically ginger. Lion suggested finding ginger oil and making our own to test out the theory.

When Lion said the effects of the ginger were dissipating, I removed it and I thought maybe that would be the end of our activities for the evening. A few minutes later, Lion astutely informed me that he was still caged. Why yes. Yes he was. I told him he had his play time for the night. He said that was unfortunate. Eventually I did unlock him. How can I turn him down? I edged him as we discussed using ginger on Mr. Weenie. We do have a lot of ginger.

Since last night was our second chastiversary, I decided to give Lion a present. Yes, he just had his scheduled orgasm the other night (a day early as a matter of fact), but I decided that two years was a lot to celebrate. Besides, when I was looking at my calendar for the next scheduled date I realized that his last date was supposed to be January 12. So not only did I give him his orgasm early by the schedule’s standards, I had missed the date anyway. That’s what I get for relying on my memory. At any rate, Lion got an anniversary orgasm after all. And, of course, he laughed at me when I wished him a happy anniversary afterwards.

I like surprising him with impromptu orgasms. I just like making him come. Schedule be damned.

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A little more than two years ago today, Lion came to me with yet another (I thought) hare-brained idea. He wanted me to lock him into a chastity device. Of course I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking at that particular moment in time, but it was probably something like: What now? Who ever heard of such a ridiculous idea? This won’t last long. Just humor him. Etc. At that point we weren’t doing much in the sex department anyway and, I admit, it just seemed like another chore.

Those first few cages were horrible. Too many moving parts that had to come together just so, without pinching poor Lion in the process. The Chinese one is so bad that I prefer to leave Lion wild when he has to send the Jail Bird back for any reason. Since Lion is in charge of the finances, I had no idea how much he was spending on these cages. Had I known how much the Jail Bird cost, I might have committed to lock him up for the rest of his life just to make sure we got our money’s worth. As it is, we’ve gotten a lot more than our money’s worth. [Lion – It cost a bit over $400 and Mrs. Lion is committed to locking me up the rest of my life!]

If you look back over previous posts throughout these two years, you’ll see a lot of pushback from me. [Lion – To put it mildly.]  This is indeed a foreign idea to me. Why would I want to tease Lion? Why would I want to get him close and then not give him an orgasm? I’m not one of “those” girls. It always seemed logical (if I can use that word for things that haven’t always been logical to me) to end a play session with an orgasm for Lion. Isn’t that the point? I must admit, I still don’t really understand the appeal of being locked away. Then again, I don’t understand the appeal of being spanked or any of the other things that float Lion’s boat. The good part is that I don’t have to understand. All I have to know is that Lion wants it and I can do it for him. [Lion – I am so lucky!]

So, here we are, two years later. It’s been a wild ride so far with no signs of calming down anytime soon. I thank you, our readers, for riding along with us. We certainly don’t have the kinks all worked out yet (see what I did there?) but we’re happier now than we were before we started. And it’s all because of a silly piece of metal locked securely around Mr. Weenie.

Happy anniversary, my pet.

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Lion and I bought a Powerball ticket. The prize will be at least a billion dollars. We have about as much chance of winning as we have of walking on the moon, but we had some fun talking about what we’d do with all that money. We decided we wouldn’t fall into the same trap other people have fallen into. We don’t need Ferraris and Lamborghinis. We don’t need a private jet. We can fly first class, with the occasional chartered jet. We’d pay off bills and buy a reasonable house. We’d help out our kids without handing them everything on a silver platter. That’s the dream anyway.

While I was playing with Lion, however, I found a flaw in our plans. How can we be world travelers, going through security so often, with Lion wearing his cage? No, we’d have to fly exclusively on chartered jets. Of course, I could always let Lion be wild during our flights. The cage could be stowed safely in our luggage which, as billionaires, we could afford to check. And perhaps we could even have someone design a travelling cage out of plastic or carbon fiber. Would carbon fiber set off a metal detector?

And finally, since we’ll be world travelers, as I edged Lion I was thinking about the first place we’d visit. Obviously it would be New York. And as it hit 9 pm Pacific time, it occurred to me that it was already midnight in New York. What luck for Lion! That meant it was already December 11th – his scheduled orgasm date. I edged him a few more times and then gave him his New York orgasm. When he caught his breath I asked if he was confused. He admitted he was so I shared my thought process. I said he should never argue with my logic. He happily agreed.