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Lion strapped to spanking bench

We are on a five-day staycation. We had planned to go to a nice spot in Oregon, but we decided to take the loss and stay home. A big reason was the cost. The boarding kennel for our dog was going to cost over $400. The trip would cost over a thousand dollars if we added in gas, meals, and extras. We decided it was worth it to lose the motel cost.

We’ve had a relaxing time so far. Mrs. Lion has been spared many hours of driving, and instead she can relax at home. Well, she has had to take care of a few chores. She spanked me on Thursday night. I yelped right from the start. Cross-crack beatings are much more painful. I can’t object. After all, the entire point of spanking is is to make it hurt.

On the anniversary of our first date, I wanted to have anal sex. That’s what we did when we met for the first time. Yes, it was a bit odd. I found Mrs. Lion on an Internet dating site. We chatted and talked on the phone for a couple of days. We met on the third day and had very hot sex. It may sound odd, but it was what we both wanted.

Obviously, it was the right move. We met and had various kinds of sex several days a week for a while. We both wanted to be together more. It wasn’t just sex. Mrs. Lion moved in with me. We’ve been together ever since.

There’s absolutely no way I can explain what happened. There’s no need to. I’m more in love with her today than I was all those years ago. I’m grateful that she decided to be with me. I’m even happier that she hasn’t changed her mind.

By the way, I got a blow job instead of anal sex. It was wonderful. We’ll get around to anal one of these days.

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Mrs. Lion jorking off lion

Yup, she read my post. When I got out of the shower on Monday, Mrs. Lion had the spanking bench set up, and she invited me to mount it. I was a little surprised since she hadn’t mentioned any plan to paddle me. I got a full ten-minute spanking that had me yelling and crying, “Enough!”Of course, Mrs. Lion ignored my cries. There was a little bleeding and a lot of yelping. I didn’t feel the spanking the next day. That was probably because she used leather instead of wood. She also commented that some of her swats were the hardest she ever gave me. I believe her!

I also think that it was good she could swat that hard. I know that one reason she avoids spanking me when she is upset is a fear that she will get carried away and really hurt me. Apparently, if she uses her leather paddles, there is little risk of injury and a good opportunity to let me know how she is feeling. It isn’t that I think it is important to spank me in the moment. I think that Mrs. Lion has gotten completely out of practice when it comes to discipline.I think it would do us both a lot of good if she gets back to spanking me for a reason.

It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. My thoughts have been getting more and more erotic. Mrs. Lion has left sex up to me. If I say I want an orgasm, she obliges. I’m not suggesting that we get back to denial, but like spanking, I need her to take the reins and call the shots. It’s much more fun for me when she initiates. When I say I want sex, her response is unenthusiastic agreement. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy she agrees. It’s just more fun when it is her game.

I think we need to go back to easy-to-break rules. We’re both out of practice. I’m not sure what they might be, but I knowwe need to get ourselves back into domestic discipline. Sex is more difficult. It feels like Mrs. Lion avoids touching her weenie. When we snuggle, she likes to stroke my inner thigh, but never gets near the naughty bits. The only times she does is when I’ve asked for sex.

I miss the intimacy. I miss it a lot. I also miss touching her erotically. I know that she isn’t interested in sex for herself, but sexual touching isn’t just about forelay. I’ve come to understand that. I wonder if we can agree to try this again. I know that I’m asking a lot, maybe too much. But there it is.

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spanked with erection
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Four days ago, I did a shot of Edex and had a very nice oral orgasm. Over the last few days, Mrs. Lion has been putting out panties for me to wear. I’ve been feeling rather frisky. I felt stirring between my legs. After Mrs. Lion finished work yesterday, I took 60mg of generic Viagra (3 20mg tabs). I was curious to see if it might work. I told Mrs. Lion we had to wait thirty minutes for the drug to work.

A half-hour later, Mrs. Lion went to work. I got hard! It was a full erection. Mrs. Lion jerked me off to orgasm. I didn’t produce any semen, but still… We were both surprised. It’s been over a year since I was able to get hard without injecting a boner drug.

I had morning wood this morning. That’s something that hasn’t happened in years.

What the hell?

I know that there is no organic reason why I had severe ED. My testosterone was tested and found to be well within normal levels. I have no prostate issues and no other organic issues. The urologist I’ve been seeing for the ED problem thought it might just be an aging issue: “manopause?”

It could also be psychological. That’s behind a lot of ED. There was no way to know. The evidence suggests that’s my problem. Am I suggesting that some deep-seated need to wear women’s underwear was behind my ED? I don’t think so. Cross-dressing has never appealed to me.

The answer might be just as simple as Mrs. Lion’s decision to exercise sexual control. It can’t be simple domination. She’s been spanking me consistently with no erection improvement. So what’s different now?

Part of it is that her (no prompting from me) decision to make me do something triggered sexual thinking for me. Spanking can alos work, but only if associated with a reason she invents. If I’m right, it’s not too complicated.

I’m surprised at my reaction to such a simple change. I started thinking back about what I wrote about over the years. Mrs. Lion has done a great job of most of what I suggested. Recently, there’s been a change. It’s subtle but very significant. Some of the activity has continued, but was limited to the action, not the underlying reason for doing it.

The easiest example is spanking. Mrs. Lion spanks me fairly regularly. She understands that it’s important to me. Is it the spanking that I need, or is it something else? Simply paddling me doesn’t get my motor running very well. It should. I’ve wanted it forever.  Could it be that expressing a desire to be spanked isn’t the real need?

I’m sure that it isn’t. That’s the problem. Mrs. Lion often follows my lead. I need spanking; she spanks me. Job done. Spanking is the obvious physical activity. Why would I want it? That’s the question she didn’t answer. I’m pretty sure that she knows, but for reasons of her own limited her participation to the obvious end game.

Spanking works for me only if there is a reason for it. She knows that. She refers to “punishing me.” Right! I need that more than just paddling. It’s a game that involves understanding what pushes my buttons and then building a little drama around it. Catching me doing something “wrong” and punishing me for it is what I need. Silently spanking me doesn’t touch that deeper need. Obviously, it’s harder to set the scene and follow through at punishment time. I get it, but that’s what works.

The same is true of sex. Why did I want my cock locked in a male chastity device? It was because I wanted to feel Mrs. Lion’s sexual control. Why is wearing panties exciting? Same reason. Waiting for me to ask for an orgasm and then giving me oral sex or a handjob doesn’t work. It’s providing the end activity without any surrounding scene setting.

All this stuff is my version of foreplay. It’s more than that. It’s what feeds my sexual and emotional health. I need it.

It isn’t all that easy to provide. It requires thought and planning. It takes time and consistent effort. I get that. It’s why professional dominants get paid so much. It isn’t their ablity to use toys. It’s the emotional environment they create for their clients. They determine what works for the client and then they provide it. If they fail, he won’t be coming back.

I’m not going anywhere. If Mrs. Lion doesn’t provide the environment that works for me, then we’ll be back to Edex. We may be back to it anyway, but I’ll have a lot more fun if she discovers what works and then follows through.

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Befitting a big cat, I suppose; I’ve had a lot of interesting adventures in my life. One particular memory bubbled up this morning. In my twenties, I discovered a very primitive form of online chat. In those days, interactive online activities were hosted by individuals or companies who charged for connection to their services. Chat was a plain terminal screen with lines of text scrolling.

Oddly, the conversations on these black screens with white or yellow type felt intimate. I can’t explain it, but it felt like I was in a dark room chatting with people. One Saturday morning I was in my office. I owned a small business and went in to get the invoices out to our customers. When I finished, I used the modem to dial into one of those services. I ended up chatting with a cute grad student. One thing led to another, and she agreed to meet me at my office.

I was particularly horny that morning. Maybe that need traveled over the phone lines to that woman. After our chat, I went back to work. I wasn’t at all sure she would show up. About a half hour later, the buzzer went off from the front door. I used the button on the intercom to unlock it.

I waited by the door to our offices. A pretty girl in jeans and ski jacket came up the stairs. She had long, brown hair that  flowed halfway down her back. Big, brave lion me was terrified. What had I done? She didn’t look much happier. Her bravery was being tested to the limit.

I don’t think either of us was sure that anything would happen. I was never very good at initiating sex. I was wearing jeans and a button-down oxford shirt. We sat close to each other and nervously talked about ourselves. She was an English major doing her master’s at Columbia. She didn’t have a boyfriend and made a strong point that she wasn’t looking for one. Uh oh. Not a good sign.

As we chatted, she moved closer. I went in for a kiss. She returned it passionately. Our clothes came off, and I was inside her almost immediately. She was very turned on. The sex was great. After we dressed, we talked a little more and exchanged phone numbers.. She said she had to go to the library but wanted to see me again. We kissed, and she left.

Over the next year or so, I would call her some evenings after everyone had gone home. She would come, and we would fuck. Each time she was as aroused as she was the first time we were together. At one point, she said that she was addicted to me. What?  She admitted that when I called, she came regardless of what was going on in her life. I asked her if she thought her addiction was dangerous. She said that sometimes it worried her. While we were having this conversation, she was undressing.

At the time, I didn’t give this much thought. We both liked to meet for sex. As far as I could tell, she wasn’t being damaged by her addiction. I’m not sure I believed her. It worked for us at the time. I can’t remember her name, but I can see her clearly in my mind’s eye. It was a very strange experience. I remember that at one point, I suggested oral sex instead of fucking. She was agreeable. It didn’t work. Even though I love oral sex, giving and getting, it didn’t feel right with her. She felt the same way.

Neither of us understood why this very limited contact was all that worked for us. I can’t say that I was addicted to her, but I loved being able to be with her whenever I wanted. We talked about our odd arrangement. I felt guilty that she only got sex. I liked her and would have been happy if we had more. She was more accepting of the situation. Her response was always, “Call and I will come.” She did every single time.