I Want To Be Tamed. That’s My Secret
I had a post written for this morning. I wrote it yesterday afternoon. It was all about whether chastity is rational if I had no libido. I concluded that it still worked since enforced chastity isn’t so much about sex as it is about control. All that is true. I suppose with some editing, that post would still work. But then, after her shower last night, Mrs. Lion said it was time for my spanking.
I replied, “Didn’t you write in your post that you would think of an alternative punishment?”
“Did I think of one?” she responded.
“Oh.”
She walked to her paddle rack and selected a leather paddle. It’s medium-weight and can be a lot of fun in a play spanking. I noticed her selection and felt a little less concerned about what was to happen.
She did a nice job of warming me up. Mixed in with medium swats were some real stingers. I yelped each time one landed. Eventually, she stopped and returned her paddle to its place.”Time to stand in the corner,” she announced. I sighed audibly. I got up and moved to the corner. She muted the TV and told me to stay. I said I would.
She went to the kitchen to take care of some chores. I stood there looking at the wall.
The strangest thing happened. I could feel a stirring. I looked down and my penis was slightly hard. Wait a minute! It’s been a week since I got an erection and now I get one because I am standing in the corner? No, that’s not how it’s supposed to work.
I know what you’re thinking. You think I got hard because I’m really submissive and that erection was unmistakable evidence of it. No, that isn’t the case at all. I’m not submissive by a long shot. If you don’t believe me, ask Mrs. Lion. What I am is…complicated.
I spent my corner time contemplating that semi-erection. What exactly does it mean? I wasn’t a bit horny when Mrs. Lion told me to roll over for my spanking. I was absolutely not thinking about sex when she finished. But yet, not five minutes into corner time I was sporting the beginning of a woody. I realized I had to write a new post. I had enough time to consider what was going on.
Eventually, Mrs. Lion released me from the corner. We had some watermelon and then snuggled. I told her about my resurrected penis. She began fondling it. It responded. It didn’t take very long for me to sport a full erection. She edged me a few times and observed that things were working fine. Then she took me in her mouth and I had a great orgasm. Son of a bitch! I’m not broken.
If I’m not submissive, how do I explain my reaction to being punished? The answer is simple: I get turned on when I feel that I am controlled. That is very different from wanting to submit. It’s almost the opposite. I want control taken from me. Tie me up. Spank me. Make me stand in the corner. I want to feel your power over me. That’s the turn on.
Of course. My sexual fantasies have always contained an element of being forced. Submitting is just the opposite. I want rules that are enforced by punishments that force me to obey. I don’t live to obey. I have a dominant personality. Mrs. Lion knows that. Now, so do you.
Corner Time
I'm not a doctor, but from all accounts Lion's surgery has not failed. I've spoken with people whose friends, relatives, acquaintances, etc. have had the same surgery and even after a year do not have the range of motion or strength that Lion has after three months. And it has only been three months plus a few days. I am anxiously awaiting the results of the MRI on Thursday so I know whether I need to go open a can of whoopass on the surgeon.
The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. What sort of bedside manner do you have when you blame the patient and jump to such dire conclusions? I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was having a bad day. The first time Lion saw him he said the surgeon was curt with him and not forthcoming with details about the surgery and recovery. I went to the pre-op with him and suddenly he was a friendly guy with all the answers on the world. Lion said he thought he might be afraid of me. Well, doctor, you should be afraid now. Don't make me come to this appointment with Lion. It won't end well for you.
I don't want to paint a picture of Lion as a basket case. He's not sniveling in the corner mourning the failure of the surgery. But he is worried. And when he's worried he's not horny. And I like it when he's horny. I prefer the Lion weather reports that say it's hot and steamy or tropical. When he doesn't mention sex at all, it's a sad day.
Of course, it's not all the surgeon's fault. Lion's allergies are also bad. He's itchy and it's hard to be turned on when you're scratching. Even snuggling has to be cut short when the allergies are driving him crazy.
Lion has been wild since the other night. I see no reason to cage him again since his MRI is tomorrow and he'll need to be wild for that. He's also been wearing his own underwear. That's not to say I've given up any power. Last night I caught him eating first so he will be punished for that. He admitted he was distracted and wasn't paying attention. He'll get his punishment tonight for that infraction.
Now, should it be a spanking along with a "dessert"? I don't really want to bother his skin any more by making him sit on the punishment stool. I don't really want to introduce more chemicals by soaping his mouth. That leaves just plain old corner time. Works for me!
My Preferences As A Blogger
As a blogger, I generally confine my writing to discussion of our interests and feelings. I figure that once in almost 2,500 posts I can talk about the blog itself and about how it affects me. Both of us like writing. I guess that much is obvious. We like reading what each other writes. Every day we exchange quite a few emails. Most of them are short; all express our love for one another. Sometimes, Mrs. Lion sends me previews via the blog of what we will be doing that evening. Other times, she surprises me and then tells you about it the next day.
You have an effect on me. Even though we have a lot of readers, I react to the comments and contacts you make. This blog is a form of social media. Unlike a newspaper or magazine, a blog is often a conversation between the blogger and readers. I’ve learned a lot from readers who have taken the time to comment on what we write. Sometimes we also feel pride that we have helped someone. That feels amazing. Thank you if you’ve let us know we’ve been useful. It makes my day.
We don’t “print” every comment we get. From the first, I decided we wouldn’t be a forum for narratives for chastity experiences if their only point is to provide an outlet about those experiences. On the other hand, if a comment has a point and is illustrated by the writer’s experiences, then those descriptions are very welcome. I realize that other bloggers welcome narratives written without relevance to the post they follow. That’s fine. I want the discussion here to expand on the conversation.
As a rule, very few comments need to be deleted. Generally, one person will write a series of long descriptions of enforced chastity, domestic discipline, etc. The most recent case was a series of seventeen comments about a whole two months of chastity experience. I indulged it for a while, but finally just deleted the lot. On the other end of the scale is a small group of people whose comments always add to the dialogue. Often, we learn from these people.
That doesn’t mean you have to be an expert to join in. You don’t. All you need is an interest in what we are discussing. Ask questions. Tell a joke. Offer your viewpoint. All that is very welcome. I love it when we get a discussion going. It’s rare around here, but when it happens I love it.
Wanna make me happy? Add a comment. Thanks.
Wild and Pantiless
It’s been fairly quiet around here lately. Lion isn’t feeling very sexy. He’s waiting for news about his shoulder surgery – MRI Thursday and doctor appointment Friday. His allergies are bothering him. It’s difficult to concentrate on sex when your mind is elsewhere and your body is attacking itself. That doesn’t stop us from snuggling though.
Even though he’s not in the mood, I’ve still been unlocking Lion and fondling him. I’m not necessarily looking for him to get hard. I just want him to know I’m still here for him and if he gets hard, he gets hard. No pressure. In the meantime, he gets massaged balls and weenie rubs. What’s not to like?
He’s also finally getting started on a project at work that’s largely been hanging over his head. Imagine your boss saying you need to build a giant wall in China and not giving you any workers or stone. Lion finally has his workers and stone. Let the wall begin. Rather than being a huge unknown, it’s now becoming a structure. So you can see, his mind is elsewhere.
Lion feels bad when he doesn’t/can’t respond to me. He thinks he’s letting me down. He’s not. I don’t think he’s suddenly turned off by me. I know there are other things going on. It’s my job to help in any way I can. Even if it’s just by snuggling beside him and letting things happen, or not, as they may. I’ve never punished him for not performing and I’m not about to start now.
Last night I suggested leaving the cage off. Lion said he could handle it being on. In the middle of the night he asked to have it removed. His allergies were too much for him. This morning he had to get out the door quickly. He didn’t ask about underwear and I didn’t stop him from putting on his regular briefs. There’s a time for being in charge and a time to let things go. I don’t feel bad that he is wild and pantiless. He still knows who’s in charge even if I didn’t insist he wear a lacy thong. We’re nothing if not adaptable.
