The Innovator

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This is the sort of reading material I like and would love to suggest Mrs. Lion read too. (To read this post, click the image.)

Mrs. Lion tends to misunderstand why I ask her to read something I find interesting. We have very different tastes in how we spend our down time. She will spend hours on Facebook reading and viewing stuff reposted by a large number of people. That’s fine. It’s entertaining. My reading is more directed. I tend to look for material that provides information about a subject that interests me.

When I come across a blog post or article I think she might find useful, I suggest she take a look at it and I email her a link to access it. If the suggested reading material is about enforced chastity, FLR, or domestic discipline, she very reluctantly reads what I suggest. I think I understand what’s going on. She takes my suggestion to read something as a criticism of the way she is doing things. She thinks that I want to “educate” her in the way I think we should proceed. She’s half right.

I generally ask her to read things that either turn me on or seem like a fresh point of view about what we are doing. In some cases, I would like to try what we read. So, in that sense she is right. But, I never use my reading suggestions as a sideways effort to tell her she is either doing something wrong or missing something I think we need. That’s never the case. I will tell her if I think she should consider something different. In some cases after we both read something, I ask her if we could try it. But I never imply she is somehow deficient in her leadership or technique.

It seems to me that when we read something, we process the information differently, particularly when we read about others who share our power exchange. When I read a post or article, I either put myself in the writer’s shoes and try to learn how it feels to experience what I am reading, or I make mental notes because I am getting good information. Sometimes I do both. I don’t compare myself or my actions with the writer’s.

When Mrs. Lion reads the same piece, I think she compares herself with the subject of the item. Is she not spanking “correctly”? The writer is obviously much better at it than she. Or, “Does Lion want me to do that? I don’t think I can. I’m letting him down.” In fact, that never occurred to me. I probably thought it might be a good idea to try this new approach. It simply never occurs to me that she is doing something wrong.

As a result of this difference, I rarely suggest reading material to her and she never goes off to find things on her own. I think we are poorer for this. I don’t think it is reasonable for her to take on the task of “inventing” FLR and domestic discipline on her own. Though I have to admit she is doing a great job.

Reading an article doesn’t mean you have to adopt what it advocates, just consider it information that perhaps could  help us move along. I think that if somehow we could both read some of the same material, it would foster great conversations and perhaps transfer the role of innovator, from me to her.

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Heat

I managed to mow the lawn before the heat was too bad. A few minutes ago one of our thermometers, which is in direct sunlight, said it’s 105 degrees and feels like 111. The other thermometer, in the shade, says it’s a frigid 85. No thank you. I’m more of a 75 degree girl. We’re not used to the heat up here in the upper left portion of the country. Especially west of the Cascade mountains.

Next weekend we’ll be east of the Cascades, in the desert. We’ll be camping along the Columbia River, which lends its water for irrigation. We’re hoping to find some fresh cherries and maybe even some early peaches. Both are great in sangria. Yes, please!

Lion is still in a state of denial. Orgasm denial. I’ve been edging him for almost a week and he’s absolutely ready for an orgasm. I’m not sure when he’ll get one, but he’s ready whenever I am. I wasn’t ready last night. As a matter of fact, I edged him within a stroke or two of a ruined orgasm; and I didn’t let up. As soon as I stopped, I gave him maybe five seconds to recover and then I was back to work. Afterwards, he said he was dripping. I’m hoping that means I will be rewarded with a lot of semen when he finally does get the chance to come.

Before I edged him, and even while I was getting him aroused, I swatted his balls. He hates when I do it, and I always remind him he said I can hit them harder, they can take it. He said he hasn’t told me that in ten years. I can’t help it if I remember certain things so vividly. I didn’t want to hit his balls back then. He encouraged me. Encouraged. And now he tells me it hurts when I swat them? I hope it does. It’s supposed to. And he told me, albeit many years ago, that I should do it. Silly Lion.

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