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In: Chastity hardware, diapers, Edging, Lion's Journal
liom in thong panties
Here I am in a pair of panties Mrs. Lion picked out for me..
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Our move is almost complete. Yesterday, Mrs. Lion picked up the last of our belongings and left our keys in our old house.

You come across the darndest things when packing to move. I discovered that I have at least a dozen pairs of panties. They were jammed on one side of a drawer. I had no idea my collection was so extensive. We’ve made more shopping trips to buy panties than days I’ve actually had to wear them.

I’m not complaining. Women’s panties don’t turn me on to wear and are much less comfortable than my men’s boxer briefs.

We also turned up a ton of diapers. It’s been a very long time since Mrs. Lion made me wear one. That too is another example of something that is way more exciting to think about than to actually wear.

Obviously, I don’t have a panty or diaper fetish. It is hot to think about being made to wear either under my clothes. Of course, since I’ve been working from home, I don’t wear clothes most of the time.

Given that we both seem to have forgotten about diapers and panties, that doesn’t mean I won’t be wearing them in the future. Mrs. Lion likes to mix things up sometimes, and will instruct me put on a pair of panties or a diaper. When it’s a diaper, she knows that wearing a dry one feels pretty much like wearing regular underwear. To make sure that I am aware I’m wearing a diaper and not underwear, she makes me wear a wet one until I have to pee again. Then, I can change it just in time to wet the new one.

I am wearing a dry diaper in this image. It will stay on me even after I wet it. I can only change it when I am ready to pee again.

Wet diapers don’t smell bad (they have some sort of odor preventing stuff in them), but the absorbed liquid is heavy and the diaper becomes swollen and sags. So, I spend my day pulling up a wet diaper that keeps trying to fall off.

Panties just don’t feel right when I wear them. I can’t forget I’m wearing them because of that. I think that’s the entire point of wearing them. Either diapers or panties are uncomfortable enough to remind me who is in charge. It isn’t so bad that I am desperate to get back to either being naked or wearing my own, male underwear.

When I’m required to wear either, they stay on even if we go out. It does feel a bit odd going out to dinner wearing panties or a wet diaper.

For us, that’s the entire point. It isn’t the excitement of a fetish. Instead, it’s the constant reminder that I am not in control. I suppose it’s a good thing to remind me of that every so often by making me wear frilly panties or a wet diaper. If I enjoyed wearing either, making me put one on would just be feeding my fetish.

I definitely have a bondage fetish. That’s why I like wearing a chastity device. It’s 24/7 penis bondage. When I wear one I don’t necessarily feel the power Mrs. Lion has over me. However, when she takes me out and edges me repeatedly, then locks me back up without an orgasm, I feel her power.

She brings me to the point when I start humping air and whimper when she let’s go just before I can get relief. She’s become an expert at this. I just know that this time she’s going to let me ejaculate.

Oh no!

She stopped just a couple of strokes too soon. I’m left panting and humping air. Then, when I calm down just a bit, her hand returns and gives me just a few quick strokes. The first few times she does this I’m excited but not ready to blow. It doesn’t take long after she begins this rhythm that I’m on the edge again. I’m so close, she sometimes accidentally gives me a ruined orgasm. Most of the time she stops just millimeters before I can come.

Mrs. Lion generally repeats this cycle three or more times before stopping. Sometimes, she continues doing it over and over until I just can’t have an orgasm even if she masturbates me continuously. We say that I’m broken at that point. Apparently, you can’t edge a man indefinitely. Eventually, he just gives up on a physical level. That’s its own special kind of hell. Mrs. Lion can keep stimulating me. I’ll stay hard and feel excited. No matter how long she does this, I never get close to ejaculating.

A lot of women’s enjoy post-orgasmic torture (POT). Just after ejaculating most men experience extreme sensitivity on the heads of their penises. It doesn’t happen to me every time, but it is frequent enough to make POT a fun activity. It’s extremely easy to do. Immediately after the orgasm, vigorously rub the head of the penis. You better hold onto the shaft tightly with the other hand because he will work very hard to try to get away. I generally have enough control to stay in position, but I can’t help squirming trying to get away from that horrible feeling.

Now that we are beginning to get moved in, I expect Mrs. Lion will have some surprises in store for me. Stay tuned.

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In: diapers, Humiliation, Lion's Journal

As Mrs. Lion wrote, we’re snowed in. This is an amazing event. Most years we don’t get any snow at all, and when we do it’s two or 3 inches. In the more-than-10 years we’ve been living here I can only remember a few small snowfalls. Since there are almost no snowplows, we will have to wait until nature takes its course and the snow melts enough to let us get out. Fortunately, we both have four-wheel-drive vehicles.

Meanwhile back in the lion’s den, Mrs. Lion is making me wear diapers today (Saturday). As usual, I have to wear a wet diaper until it’s time to pee again and then change just in time to wet the new one. I am sitting in a wet, heavy pair of adult incontinence underwear. Yuck.

I should learn to keep my mouth shut. This morning, I reminded Mrs. Lion that she said she would be locking me up. As she wrote yesterday, she doesn’t want to appear to be doing something just because I told her. Her solution is to substitute a wet diaper for my locking cock ring or Jail Bird.

I wonder if Mrs. Lion’s newfound interest in diapering me and making me wear frilly panties is a sign that she’s feeling better. I hope so. Both of these activities have been dormant about a year. I can’t say that I missed them. Of course Mrs. Lion knows that I don’t particularly like wearing women’s underwear or diapers. It’s true that I originally suggested making me wear these things. It’s also true that when she does, I feel her power.

Does this make me crazy? When I’m not sitting in a wet diaper, I sometimes miss that Mrs. Lion doesn’t put me in one more often. The same is true of panties. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to be more horny tonight because of my diaper day. I’m going to be spanked tonight (Remember, I’m writing this on Saturday) because I spilled gravy on my shirt Friday night. Today, after all, is punishment day. And yes, I reminded Mrs. Lion of that.

It may be that Lioness 3.0 has emerged once again. If she has, I’m going to have sore buns much more often. 3.0 has no mercy enforcing her rules. It could be that February is Bruised Lion Month. Sadly, March is when I get the surgery that will put us out of business for several weeks.

I’m really glad that 3.0 has returned. This is a really good time for me to remember the important things. It’s entirely too easy for me to focus on the loss of sensation in my fingers and poor balance. Both conditions should be cured by the operation. In the meantime, I can’t button my shirts. It’s hard to tie my shoes. And, I drop things. I was clumsy enough before this problem. Now it’s just ridiculous.

I’m very grateful that Mrs. Lion is working so hard to help me keep things normal. I guess in our case keeping things normal means sitting in wet diapers and going out in frilly panties.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, diapers

I should have listened to Lion when he told me to come home yesterday. But I waited because I was trying to get more hours in at work. I was looking at the traffic cameras and the roads didn’t look all that bad. I left when it seemed a little worse. I forgot about all the other drivers who had the same idea. It took 2 1/2 hours to go 20 miles. Damn snow.

There are worse things than being trapped in by snow on a weekend. Lion could be on a trip somewhere and I’d be alone. I could be on a trip somewhere and Lion could be alone. Those are the two that come to mind immediately. We have food. We have electricity. We have each other. Perfect!

We were tired last night so we didn’t play but we did snuggle. And I’ve been making more of an effort to interact with Lion even if I’m on my iPad. I’m usually paying attention to him anyway but sometimes he catches me while I’m reading something and I don’t hear him. He does the same to me. Last night, he reminded me to check his post for typos and then he kept talking to me in the middle of it. I just think it’s funny when he does that.

This morning, Lion asked if I’m ever going to lock him up again. I said yes. The thing is, if he asks me and I do it then it just looks like I’m doing it because he asked me. There have been a few times I’ve thought of doing it so I ask him to remind me because I’ll probably forget. To me, this isn’t him asking. I suppose I could have said, “Let’s do it!” when he asked me this morning. Maybe that’s the reaction he was hoping for. Or maybe I should find something else to do with him. Maybe today is a good diaper day.

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In: diapers, Mrs Lion Comments, Spanking

Lion dutifully put on a diaper at 5 pm yesterday. He was not happy. He was really not happy. There have been times when I’ve made him wear diapers that he’s looked uncomfortable. I’ve never seen him truly annoyed at the prospect of spending any amount of time in a diaper. Normally I would have let him off the hook right away. This time I was trying to stick to my guns. However, allergies won out. He was so itchy I had to let him jettison the diapers.

I think it was around 9:30 PM when I told him to go wash off so we could play. He said he was still dry from the last diaper change. Lion wasn’t responding to me much at all when I tried to arouse him. What he was doing was scratching. Everywhere. It wasn’t just where the diaper had been. Once I gave up on playing with him I said it didn’t make much sense to put him back in the diaper if he was going to be miserable.  He agreed. He wasn’t just scratching to get out of the diapers. He would have gone back in them if I’d insisted.

I may want to make Lion uncomfortable with Icy Hot or Velcro or clothespins, but I don’t want him to be uncomfortable in general. If it’s something he wants to be doing, he’ll endure. He would have had the normal reaction to wearing diapers if his allergies weren’t bothering him so much. I could have poked fun at him and he would have laughed with me. He would have made his usual buh, buh, buh comments. Yesterday was different. I’m just sorry it took me so long to realize there was a problem.

On another note, there have been a few comments about my acting like Lion’s mother. I don’t really want him to cry while I spank him. It’s taken me a long time to be able to spank him as hard as I do. It may not happen often, but there are times I’ve almost been in tears trying to spank as hard as he wants. I know I’m still not there which is probably the reason for almost crying. I’m letting him down. If he cries then I’ll definitely cry, so no tears for Lion. As far as changing Lion’s dirty diapers is concerned, I don’t want to humiliate him like that. I think wearing diapers goes far enough. If he expresses a real desire for me to humiliate him I’ll try to get past my reluctance.

[Lion — I don’t consider being changed as particularly humiliating. I’m fine with doing it myself. The only possible benefit to being changed by Mrs. Lion would be a chance for some more intimate contact. It might be sexy for her to change me, but it won’t humiliate me. For the record, wet disposable diapers don’t smell like pee and they aren’t dripping wet. The technology the manufacturers use turns the urine into a nearly-odorless gel.]