Welcome Developments
Last night was the return of the porcu-Lion. I put twenty-one clothespins on my balls. He always looks like a porcupine when I do that. It was, by no means, the most clothespins I’ve gotten on him. The record is somewhere in the fifty-something range. I wasn’t going for a record. I was going for a happy Lion.
While I was putting the clothespins on and taking them off, I was stroking my weenie. I even edged him a few times. I noticed it was a little difficult to tell when he was getting close. Apparently I’ll need more edging practice. Lion doesn’t think I do, but he’s willing to take one for the team and allow me to use him as a test subject. What a guy!
Perhaps the best news from last night is the return of Lion cum. It was only a little and it was somewhat watery, but it was there. Yay! At first he didn’t think there was any, but he was convinced when I fed it to him. He is definitely on the mend. I guess it really was the narcotics that stopped his ejaculations. Now that he’s weaned off of them, we’re back on the right track.
I know Lion was wondering if he’ll go back in the cage once he’s producing semen again. I think being in the cage is tied more to his physical well-being that his sexual well-being. Can he maneuver himself well enough to accommodate having the cage on? I think not. He’s barely able to maneuver himself without the cage on. I don’t have an exact date or milestone in mind, but I think his recovery has to be further along than it is for the cage to go back on. However, I believe all other rules can be reinstated. Uh oh. Poor Lion.
Incentives
Over time, things change. Male chastity and domestic discipline are no exceptions. Now that we are in our fourth year of these power exchanges, I’ve noticed some changes in both of us.
For one thing, activities that felt unnatural, even extreme, in the beginning are routine now. For example, spanking was something Mrs. Lion shied away from. For the longest time she avoided hitting me hard enough to make me yelp and approached spanking as something she really wanted to avoid. I’m not saying that now she doesn’t want to avoid it; she does. But, she has learned to administer very painful spankings each time I earn one. She has evolved into an effective disciplinarian. I’ve evolved too. I dread her spankings, but I admit that I am not all-that-careful to avoid breaking a rule. She, more often than not, will let me slide. She does this out of kindness, mostly. When she is Lioness 2.0, that kindness disappears.
The same is true of food spilling and interrupting. She said that she interrupts me and hijacks conversations as much as I do, so I think she feels it is unfair to punish me for something she is doing too. 2.0 wouldn’t agree. I’m the one with the rule, not her. Mrs. Lion has a wonderful sense of fairness. I love that about her. It seems to me that she may need to suspend it when it comes to managing me. It’s my behavior she is changing, not hers.
Tightening things up means swift and sure punishment for infractions. I also think that repeated infractions demand more severe punishment. The objective is to deter me, at least for a while, from breaking a rule. We have never practiced this escalating severity. I suggest we should. The point of punishment isn’t just retribution, it’s also education. Some lessons take a while to sink in.
Thanks to Mrs. Lion’s consistent use of the chastity device, there has been a true change in my sexual behavior. With or without the chastity device I have no desire to masturbate. The last time I did that was in January 2014 at her request. I admit then when I am allowed to run wild (no cage), I do a little penis fondling. It’s never to the edge of orgasm, but I know I should keep my paws off. When the cage is on, I can’t do even that much. If that low level touching is acceptable to Mrs. Lion, I am safe to be uncaged.
Our oldest rule, which predates enforced male chastity by a decade, is the n0-clothes-in-the-house rule. I am to be completely naked when at home (unless we have visitors). The only exception is that if I am cold I can wear a t-shirt and socks. That’s it. I am expected to go straight to the bedroom when I get home and undress. Period. This has been slipping. I’ll often go to the kitchen or my office to take care of a “few things” before undressing. This is against my rule. However, Mrs. Lion has been permitting me to do this.
It’s true, delaying my nudity does no harm. But to me, it’s slackening of authority. There’s no question that my pre-stripping stopovers are efficient and make good logical sense. But it isn’t good for me. I have come to realize it is a regular inconsistency in discipline. I sometimes ask permission to delay undressing. I always get it. I suggest that this change. It’s letting me put my submission to Mrs. Lion on the back burner. Even if it feels artificial, at least at this point, I need consistent enforcement of all rules. I would even suggest that t-shirt wearing requires permission.
Now that I am well along in recovery, there is really no barrier to punishing me. Except for rare times I am drugged by meds that reduce my concentration, I suggest 2.0 be in attendance. It’s too easy after years of doing this to let up. It isn’t either of our fault. It’s just natural that as practices become part of our normal lives that we both pay less attention to them. I think we both should fix that. I also think that I could benefit from more requirements to obey; not necessarily rules, just requests that have the paddle and maybe corner time behind them.
Mrs. Lion has avoided associating our sexual activities with my behavior. It’s absolutely fine for me to be spanked at 8 PM and given an orgasm an hour later. I like this, of course. But I wonder if, from a disciplinary point of view, if I deserve sex after needing punishment for being naughty. Domestic discipline is isolated in terms of the rest of our relationship. Should it be?
Just as enforced male chastity has become an integrated part of our marriage, I wonder if we should be working to do the same thing with domestic discipline. Is a simple spanking enough? It can be. But there could be other effects in the “naughty lions don’t deserve…” vein. Should punishments include more than a sore bottom. Would soaping my mouth and then making me hold the bar of soap in my mouth during the spanking help send a message? I’m sure there are other equally unpleasant examples.
The reason I bring this up is that there is a limit as to how severe a spanking Mrs. Lion wants to administer. Add-ons increase severity without requiring worse beatings. This is all just my thoughts. Just like the point of spanking is to supply the most pain possible without permanent injury, the point of punishment in general is to stop a repeat of offending behavior. Similarly, expanding behavioral expectations increases my awareness of my lioness and her wishes.
In case you were wondering, I wrote this post when very horny.
Time for Fun
Aside from the fact that Lion is still falling asleep at the drop of a hat, he seems to be returning to normal. He’s been horny lately. Very horny. Erections in the middle of the night horny. Unfortunately, since he fell asleep during prime Lion sex time last night, he didn’t get any.
I could have been nice and helped him out once he woke up. He couldn’t have used the excuse of being too tired at that point. But I didn’t. I figured I’d let him fester for another day. I’ll take care of him tonight. I’m sure he’ll enjoy himself and won’t even think about having to wait another day for attention.
We played Zapardy last night. Since our server crashed, there may not be any references to Zapardy available. Basically, Lion puts his training collar on and he gets zapped for incorrect answers on Jeopardy. If he gets enough answers correct, I can forgive random incorrect answers. He did very well. He only got five answers wrong which earned him three zaps. He was getting so many right I was afraid I wouldn’t get a chance to zap him at all. As you can tell, I forgave two incorrect answers along the way in exchange for a whole bunch of correct answers. He may have been on fire, but his balls were not.
Tonight I think I’ll bring out my bag of tricks and see what trouble I can get Lion into. He cringes when he sees it coming. The Velcro is in there. But it also has clothespins, including those tiny bastards, and assorted other goodies. He doesn’t mind the regular clothespins. Perhaps, since we’re starting out slowly, I’ll make porcupine balls with the regular clothespins. It’s a manageable pain, but pain nonetheless.
It looks like Lion’s dance card is full for the evening.
Waiting For Ejaculation
My libido appears to have returned. Monday night after Mrs. Lion fell asleep, my imagination was running wild and Mrs. Lion’s weenie was at attention. That is a very rare occurrence. Too bad I’m not allowed to jerk off. I sure wanted to do it. I have no idea what made last night different, but I like it, especially when I’m not caged.
Speaking of cages, I’ve been buying and trying them for years. One and only one has proven to be comfortable enough for me to wear 24/7 for years on end. That’s the Mature Metal Jailbird. It’s an open cage design. That makes it appear less secure than the models that fully enclose the penis, but don’t be fooled, it is pretty good.
I don’t consider security a major requirement of a male chastity device. It just has to be secure enough to take a dedicated, probably-painful effort to get it off. The key security requirement is that erection and orgasm are prevented by the device. The Jail Bird is very effective. In over three years of wearing the device, I can attest to that.
Right now I am cage free as I heal from my shoulder injury. I don’t expect to be this way much longer. I really like being wild. Monday night’s erection felt very good. That may sound odd, but in almost 3 1/2 years the only times I could experience a full erection were the times Mrs. Lion unlocked me for teasing. That’s the point of enforced male chastity.
When I was unlocked prior to my shoulder surgery, I worried that an extended period of being allowed to be wild would cause us to forget the positive sexual changes we made as a result of me being caged. I’m very happy to report that didn’t happen. Mrs. Lion still snuggles with me and plays with my penis. She hasn’t teased me. So far, every time she turns me on, she eventually lets me come. That’s really nice.
She has a reason for all these orgasms: I’ve stopped providing semen. It’s very unclear to me why this has happened. Mrs. Lion thinks it’s a medication (opiods), but I’ve stopped taking them. This lack of product doesn’t change the pleasure I get from coming. It feels to me like something is coming out. I trust my lioness. If she feels frequent orgasms will help the return of semen, I’m on board. I wonder if the return of the Jail Bird is based on semen production.
So I wait. Even with the campaign to get me to produce semen, I am under orgasm control. With or without the chastity device, the rules are in full force. I can not sexually touch her weenie at any time. Only she may provide sexual stimulation. Fortunately, she is providing a lot.
