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Lion was really looking forward to his long-awaited, and delayed, orgasm. He was hard almost immediately. I decided to give him a hand job, but this time I used some lube. Most things feel better with lube. It means I can grip him tighter without friction being a problem. I know he loves that.

The down side to using the lube is that I couldn’t feed Lion his semen. I know Lion will say I could have fed it to him. He hates to eat it so, from his point of view, it may even improve the flavor. But I think a mouthful of lube would be far worse than semen, so I don’t give it to him. I think it’s mean. He wants me to be more mean. I’m working on it.

The other night, when I had extended his wait time by a day, he thought I should have teased him so he was more frustrated. He says it would make him less likely to be snarky in the future. I figured it would make him more snarky that night. Live and learn. I was trying to prove a point without pissing him off more than he already was. I guess I need to roll up my sleeves and get meaner.

His next scheduled orgasm is November 17. He’s already complaining. Not real complaining. It will be about a week before he hits his toddler stage again. And he’s already said he may need to break out the coupons. For a two week wait. When I laughed at him he said coming feels so good he wants to do it more often. I can’t disagree with that statement. It doesn’t mean I’ll allow it. He may be disappointed when he finds out what some of his other wait times are. Oh well. One day at a time, Lion.

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In case  you haven’t noticed, I generally write my posts the day before they are published. I do this because I want my evenings to be spent with Mrs. Lion. This wouldn’t be noticeable except for the fact that Mrs. Lion writes her daily post the same day it is published. This missive is available on Tuesday morning, even though I am writing it on Monday. Just sayin’.

Saturday was rather historic. Mrs. Lion firmly put her paw down and added a day to my wait. This never happened before. She wrote about it yesterday (Monday). I hated that delay. Sunday, though, was quiet and I didn’t feel particularly grumpy or horny, for that matter. But the punishment still rankled.

In her post, Mrs. Lion wrote that she didn’t tease me last night because she didn’t want me unbearably horny as a result. I may be digging my own grave, but I disagree. The point of the punishment was to teach me to watch my step. If it is to be effective, it should be as memorable as possible. Assuring that I remain tree-humping horny is a logical way to do it.

I know that Mrs. Lion is a very kind soul and it took all of her strength to make me wait another day. She couldn’t bear making things worse by teasing me Sunday night. Ok, Mrs. Lion, I want you to make it worse. Why? Because, like enforced chastity itself, it is only truly effective when the keyholder is in firm control.  I’m safely locked up. Making me feel the consequences of that lockup is a big reason why I am teased. If my wait is extended, it makes sense to make that extra time as difficult as possible. I would never say it at the time, but it is how I would hope it works.

That brings me to the other two pleasant surprises Sunday night: spanking and anal play. I’ve been giving spanking a lot of thought lately. This is partly due to the fact that Mrs. Lion had temporarily stopped, but also because I have a longstanding love/hate relationship with spanking. Mrs. Lion knows how to spank. She is very good with her hands, a strap, or a paddle. She knows just where to hit and has great aim.

Again, she is too kind. She wants me to be happy. She knows I like to be spanked and that it makes a good punishment for minor offenses. I think the trouble is that she really doesn’t want to hurt me. Why is that trouble? Because the key value of spanking is to “hurt” me enough to remind me to behave. There are two kinds of spankings: fun ones and discipline. Mrs. Lion gives great fun spankings. She builds up the intensity slowly enough for my endorphins to get going. A fun spanking takes at least 15 minutes, generally more. As the intensity builds, it feels better and better. Can you tell I love that?

Discipline, on the other hand has two objectives. The first is to make a point and to reinforce the control of the spanker. The second is more subtle. It is to train the recipient to accept punishment. I admit that I am terrible at that. When it really stings I tend to wriggle and roll over. Since Mrs. Lion doesn’t restrain me, either with bondage or by sitting on me, I can move quite a bit.

I should be required to stay still and accept my swats. Any moving should start the punishment again from the very beginning. Eventually, I will learn to accept my medicine. Also, Mrs. Lion is way too kind with the number of swats she administers. I know I am going to hate saying this, but the truth is that four swats aren’t enough to sting for more than a minute or two. Also, even rambunctious me can usually hold still for four. I don’t want to know how many swats I will get. I want to learn to just lie there and take my licks.

Mrs. Lion is probably wondering if I lost my mind. That’s a real possibility. But in this case I haven’t. That extra day of waiting taught me something valuable: when the punishment is strong, I feel it in a completely new way. It isn’t easy to articulate, but it feels “real”. When she added that day, for me the game was over. This was no longer something that I owned. It was the very first time that Mrs. Lion did something that I really didn’t want. She did it intentionally to punish me. That changes things in a big way for me. What I once thought would be sexy fun, like spanking, turned out to be real punishment that no longer felt like a game. I think spanking can also have that effect too.

I’m very proud of Mrs. Lion for her action. It had to be very difficult to hurt me. But she had good reason and it is what I asked her to do. Thank you, Mrs. Lion. No, I’m not going to say, “May I have Another?”

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The other night, I was surprised to read that Lion was fed up with chastity. I knew he was horny. I knew he was frustrated. I just didn’t know he was close to ending our experiment. I have mixed feelings about it.

My first reaction was that I must be doing something wrong. I haven’t lived up to my end of the agreement. I haven’t been enforcing rules. I haven’t been doing the anal training as promised. All I’ve been doing is remaining consistent with the every other day play sessions, which is actually a huge step for me. But I need to do more.

My second reaction, coming very quickly after the first reaction, was “Tough crap!” We agreed to an end date of sometime in 2016. It’s not even 2015 and he wants to stop? No way! If I’m willing to stick with it then so should he. Granted I have less skin in the game, so to speak. I’m not the one wearing the cage. “All I have to do” is train him and be in charge of sex. Actually I’d say we’re fairly equal partners. He has to deal with the cage and not being in charge. I have to deal with being in charge and doing things to him that do nothing for me.

And, need I remind him, both being caged and the 2016 date were his ideas. So I’m chalking that post up to being a tree-humping horny Lion who was frustrated and lashing out. I hope that by adding another day to his misery, he will think before he has another toddler temper tantrum.

Because I’m a nice person, I did not tease him last night. I knew that would make the extra day unbearable for him. Making him hornier was not my intent. For this reason he enjoyed two hours with his favorite butt plug. Tonight he will receive his delayed orgasm. Unless, of course, he makes some other toddler statements between now and then.

He also got some punishment swats for dropping his napkin, dropping ice cubes, and eating before I did. Despite squirming during the swats he said he thought I held back. I don’t think I did. It was a different paddle than I’ve been using for his punishment swats. Perhaps it’s not mean enough. Duly noted, my pet.

It’s important to note that I do not want a docile Lion. I just don’t want a snarky Lion. Whining because he’s frustrated for being made to wait when he’s asked me to deny him will not be tolerated.

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In: Femdom, Lion's Journal, Male Chastity, Punishment

If you’ve been following the blog, in her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion announced that due to my grumbling on Saturday night, she is extending my wait from Sunday to today (Monday). I am not pleased;  not one bit. It’s true. I was upset Saturday night. I was feeling that enforced chastity had stopped being fun for me. Yes, I love the way the teasing feels, and yes, I like it when Mrs. Lion plays with me. But do I really want to feel this frustrated? I was starting to think that I had made a mistake. I was very sure that I was done with this entire experience.

I went to sleep a very grumpy lion. I really had no reason to be grumpy. Mrs. Lion wasn’t scheduled to play with me and my next scheduled orgasm was for Sunday. It was totally irrational. Last night we went out for Mexican food. We haven’t been eating out much lately. It was a big treat. I had a very large margarita, nachos, and carne asada.  It was a huge meal. I fell asleep almost immediately after we got home. As you might have guessed, I’m not a big drinker. When I woke up, my mood had worsened. Mrs. Lion had commented in the past about my “grumblyness” after a certain amount of waiting.  I don’t think it was ever this severe. I think it is caused by the quality of Mrs. Lion’s teasing. The less teasing, the easier it is for me to ignore that I have to wait. The last few times, the teasing has been really good.  I can’t forget that I want to have an orgasm.

When Mrs. Lion told me that I had to wait another day, it made me unhappy. Not unhappy in a sexy, I’m a submissive way, but just unhappy. I think that means the game is over for me. Mrs. Lion has let me know that she is in control. Whether or not I like it, or feel it is sexy, I am going to wait another day or more if she gets angry again. Clearly, I don’t get a vote, and if she chooses to tease me today (which will only make things worse), I will respond whether I want to or not. I think she realizes that I don’t have to want her attention for my cock to respond.

Before this latest development, I was going to write about the fact that Mrs. Lion hasn’t raised her paddle once in over two weeks. I continue to drop food, my napkin, and ice cubes. I also eat first when I forget. But there has been no retribution. I asked about this but didn’t get an answer. Spanking is discipline I want. I thought I would find waiting to have the same hate-it / love-it effect on me as spanking. It might if done at the start of the wait, but now it most definitely is different. I really hate this extra time she tacked on. I’m grateful it’s only one day.

This is a turning point for both of us. Mrs. Lion has done the one thing she has written that she has trouble doing: delaying my orgasm. She has reacted to my misbehavior as a true keyholder. This is the first time in memory when I have been punished in a way that isn’t fun, perverse or not, for me. I don’t like it one bit. Nope, not at all. But that’s the point. I understand. I didn’t think a one day extra wait would be a big deal. Well, it is. I’m not sure which makes me feel worse, Mrs. Lion taking away something I want so much, or that coming means so much to me.