As I imagined, Lion is not happy being in his diaper, but he’s kept the grumbling to a minimum. He must sense that any backlash will be met with a longer “sentence”. He asked how long he had to endure it and I hadn’t really thought about it. I decided it should be at least 24 hours. Then I quickly added that he would be allowed out of it when we go to the store today. I also hadn’t decided how long he should have to remain in a wet diaper. I knew that overnight he would be allowed to change it immediately. Once the diaper was wet I decided he could change it as he uses it. The next problem was that the diaper is very hot to sleep in. I told him he could remove it for sleeping, but he said he would try to make it; and he did. Good boy.

This morning I’m thinking that he needs to wear the diaper more often. It’s been a long time since he’s worn one. Not that I think he’ll ever get used to it, but I think he might need refresher courses more often. It’s not a punishment. It’s just a task I want him to perform. Like getting the mail. Or taking out the garbage. I’m sure he’d trade a hundred other chores for one day in a diaper. But that’s not his choice, is it? Nope. He gave up that right when he asked me to take charge. I know he knows this but sometimes he needs to be reminded.

I decided yesterday that I’m going to splurge a little and take my Lion out for lunch. He’s been lusting after the Subway commercials on TV. I was going to splurge on my own lunch yesterday, but it will be much nicer to eat with Lion. He deserves to have a treat for all the work he’s been doing around here. And there’s only so much Cup ‘O Noodles and leftovers a person can take before they need a treat.

I have not painted his toes yet. I figure one event per day is enough for any Lion. When diaper duty is done I’ll give him a few hours before I break out the sparkly purple nail polish. He said he thought I had forgotten about the diapers and nail polish. Silly boy. We were just talking about diapers the other day. And the nail polish is right near the bathroom sink. How could I forget? Besides, I’ve been thinking about giving him girly toes for a while. I was just waiting for the right moment. What makes now the right moment? No idea. I just decided it was. And that’s my prerogative as the one in charge.

I’ve noticed that, like Lion’s horniness, my willingness to be in charge goes in cycles. A few days ago I was feeling a lot of pressure from work and money issues. I was not really in the mood to do what Lion wants me to do. I guess I’ve turned a corner. The other day it made sense to me to make Lion wear a diaper and have girly toes. Since most things in life are cyclical, I don’t think there’s any need for alarm. I just need to remember when I’m at a low point that things will swing back the other way in time.

I had to postpone last night’s play session. I was having a problem with the bank and I just wasn’t in the mood to torture Lion. I’m sure he thinks it would have been the perfect way to relieve stress, but I don’t think so. I have to be in a better mood to play. Tonight will be better for me. I don’t think Lion was much in the mood either. He had been awake most of the night Monday night so he was tired.

For a while I’ve been thinking about diapers and pretty Lion toes. Not together necessarily. I’m wondering if Lion sees them as punishment. I’ve never used them that way. He’s only had pretty toes once but I’ve been meaning to give him sparkly purple toes. There’s no real reason to do it other than my wanting to see his feet all dolled up. I know he hates both the diapers and the nail polish.

If I can use spanking as punishment and play, then I am assuming I can use diapers and girly toes the same way. It would just depend on the context. That’s my assumption at least. Lion may feel differently. And I don’t want to send mixed signals. Then again, if you tell a kid they can’t sleep over at Jimmy’s house because we’re all going to Grandma’s birthday party versus being grounded because he hasn’t done his homework in a week, I don’t think that’s mixing any signals. Same result for different reasons.

So Lion will have girly toes and diapers in his future. No frilly panties. They do nothing for either of us. At least the diapers and pretty Lion toes make me smile. Poor boy.

Today Lion’s frilly panties arrived. He called them his mistake. It’s partly true. He got one pink pair and one green pair. If I had bought them they would have both been feminine colors. Maybe pink and hot pink. Or purple. Or a lovely shade of yellow. They do, however, have a red rose on them which I think is a very nice touch.

When will Lion be wearing them? He wonders that too. I don’t think I will make him wear them to work. He already has to deal with not peeing on himself with the cage. And someone might see the cage although I’m not sure how often guy’s look at each other while they’re peeing. Having someone see the panties would be too much. Besides, I think it’s much more of a statement when he’s walking around the house undressed and can see the panties. Like his painted toe nails, it’s a visual thing. Knowing I made him prance around with girly toes and a girly butt is where the power comes into play.

I have to wonder why he’s always so gung-ho about these things. He swears he hates diapers, but if you could see how many diapers we have in the house right now you’d think he was lying. He doesn’t really want to wear panties, but he’s the one who bought them. Right. Sure, Lion. You don’t want to wear them. Wink, wink.

I may let him stew for a few days before I make him put them on. Then again, he might be wearing them by tonight. I also have to decide when he gets his sparkly purple toe nails. Lots of fun ahead for poor Lion.

Yesterday, Mrs. Lion wrote about our different points of view (post). We really don’t have a very different view of things. I suggested that while Mrs. Lion had her sexual training wheels and is getting her libido back, it would be a good idea that I stay locked while I gave her orgasms. I want to make sure she isn’t thinking about reciprocating. I want her focused on her own pleasure.

She wrote that she would like us to come together, or at least close together. I want that too, very badly. I hope it will happen once she has recovered her interest. As a practical matter, I will always get far fewer orgasms than she. It would be a giant treat to come with her. I know other keyholders and their males have delightful sex together. I am very hopeful we will too in the not-to-distant future. Speaking of the future, Mrs. Lion’s next scheduled orgasm is January 2nd. We will have a very hot New Year. I am due both New Year’s eve and New Year’s day. Mrs. Lion is the day after. That’s really great.

There has been talk in these pages about Mrs. Lion painting my toe nails, putting me back in diapers, and perhaps panties on non-diaper days. Because I mention these things, Mrs. Lion asked me if it is because I want them. That’s a tough question. I never saw myself with painted toe nails or wearing panties, but the thought has an element of excitement for me.

Mrs. Lion said she will definitely be doing my toe nails. She hasn’t so far. I really hate anticipating things that I am not sure I will like. It’s hard to explain. I guess it is like a punishment. It feels way worse waiting for it than just getting it done. Also, there is that little tingle of excitement.

I know this isn’t strictly chastity, and you may find this diversion uninteresting or even a turn off. For me it is forward movement in sexual control. It is physical evidence that I can’t ignore. It’s also totally irrational. I don’t get it; well more precisely, I don’t get how all this makes me feel. Are these hidden kinks that are emerging now? I suppose they could be. I just don’t know. But, as part of my decision to share everything with you, I guess you will end up reading about this new stuff too.

This new stuff might be puzzling Mrs. Lion. Am I becoming even more difficult to understand? Do these kinks drive her away or repel her? I don’t think she would tell me if they do. I’m just a mess of uncertainty and uncomfortable anticipation. Stay tuned.