Yesterday the sun came out for a while! We still have flood warnings in effect. A nearby creek has turned into a roaring river. We spent most of the day at home relaxing and watching football on TV. I made mushroom barley soup for dinner. It was just right for this cold, damp weather. I was thinking that bloggers like us must appear very two dimensional. You read every last detail about our sex lives. We share our innermost thoughts on enforced chastity and FLM. You read in detail about male and female orgasms depending on the blog. But you rarely learn much about the people experiencing all this. Of course, in some cases you are reading sexual fantasies and there is no reality to discover. In our case, we are real and what you read really happens. I imagine you knew that already.

There are good reasons we don’t reveal too much about ourselves. Anyone in the world with an Internet connection can read this. It would be upsetting for a coworker to out us. Also, does anyone really care about other details of our lives? I would imagine that about 60% of our readers have no real interest in us as people. They get her via search engine searches and when they learn what they want, they go away never to return; at least that’s what I think. This post is for you, our faithful readers.

Mrs. Lion and I have struggled first with enforced chastity and now a Female Led Relationship (FLM). I didn’t just ask my lioness to lock me up in a chastity device and then everything worked right from the start. I didn’t. I’m very lucky. Mrs. Lion is willing to do anything I ask if it makes me happy. When we started enforced chastity, she would do whatever I asked. Fortunately, it didn’t take her long to learn that what makes me happy is when she doesn’t do what I want. I asked for a power exchange. That’s what I have. It just took time for us both to figure out what that means in terms of our lives.We are still learning. One of the things I like about our blog is that we both share both our successes and our failures.

As you probably know, I have a habit of coming up with bright ideas I later regret. Our clothespin adventure is a perfect example. Right now I am not as enthusiastic as I was when I suggested it. The now-dominant Mrs. Lion is having none of that. She has no intention of stopping or even slowing down. Saturday  night I just couldn’t face that pain again. Last night I admit that I wouldn’t have felt badly if she decided to suspend it for another night. But her magic hands can arouse me to the point that I am ready to accept the challenge. I’m writing this early Sunday evening. So I don’t know what is in store for me later. But based on what I have been told, it will include more pins on the head of my penis.

I just don’t know why I ask for things I know are so hard for me to manage. At the time I asked I was very aroused thinking about it. I felt that way when I suggested spanking. The idea was very hot. The reality hurts a lot. That doesn’t mean it is wrong for Mrs. Lion to insist on continuing these activities. She’s absolutely right. It also wasn’t wrong or crazy for me to suggest them. If I look at these ideas in a cold, dispassionate light I realize that both represent a real power exchange. I may have thought I wanted to be spanked and I wanted clothespins on my penis. The reality is not like the fantasy. If I were in charge, we would drastically reduce both. But I’m not in charge and as Mrs. Lion says, “Suck it up, buttercup.”

I’m sucking. I’m sucking. It still hurts! As Mrs.Lion often says to end her posts with her tongue firmly in cheek. “Poor Lion.” Indeed!


  1. Author

    Thanks for the reality post. I am very interested in hearing about what real life is like for other couples who are trying to find their way with a new and different life style. My wife likes to remind me to be careful what I wish for.

    1. Author

      Half the fun is being teased for wanting things that are so painful. Humiliation is part of masochism for many. How humiliating to be teased about the pain you asked to suffer.

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