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In: Edging, Mrs Lion Comments, Sex

Yesterday I told Lion he’s easier to deal with when he’s horny than when he thinks he’s broken. He wondered why. I think it’s because it requires very little effort to get him aroused. When he thinks he’s broken he’s sort of depressed and even getting a smile out of him is difficult. He thought it might be because he is more attentive when he’s horny. Nope. He doesn’t turn into the sniveling little peon of internet legend. He’s just a happy, if somewhat frustrated, Lion.

Last night we couldn’t find the collars we were looking for. Lion thinks he might have gotten rid of them when we were no longer playing. That’s too bad. He had a nice leather one and a red nylon one that was more comfortable. Both had tags with his name on them along with my cell phone number to “report if naughty”. Of course, he very rarely ever wore them out of the house so no one would have seen the tag anyway, but it was fun. I did find the Christmas collar with jingle bells on it and he found two other collars. One locks on with a padlock and the other is very wide. For last night’s festivities I used the jingle bell collar because it’s nylon and more comfortable. I only want him feeling the pain I want him feeling.

Once he was handcuffed to his collar, I brought out the goodie bag of toys. I told him he was trapped and I could do anything I wanted to him. That’s almost always true anyway, but just saying that made Mr. Weenie jump to attention. I tried the tiny clothes pins in different areas but it didn’t work out as well as I’d hoped so I abandoned that idea. Instead I used the wooden clothes pins with the sand paper on his balls. I also put regular wooden clothes pins on his boobies. He hates when I call them his boobies. Men don’t have boobies, he says. If I want to call his penis his man clit, I will do it. He has boobies for the purposes of pinching the nipples. So there!

I edged him several times, something I haven’t been able to do much lately. I got him very close quite a few times. When I was done with him I removed the clothes pins and took off the restraints. He was mumbling about being hornier than when we started. I think that’s the point. Duh! And when we were snuggling later on, I said I love him. He said if I really love him, I’d give him an orgasm. I surprised him by telling him I don’t love him that much. (Of course I do. I was only joking to see what he’d say.) So now I have a horny Lion again and I love it.

This morning he told me he was trying to get hard when he woke up. Perfect!

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity, Sex

A new regime in afoot in the lions’ den. Tuesday was my scheduled orgasm day. In the past only illness has caused a delay. No longer. It’s true that I had a bonus orgasm Sunday afternoon. It was great. Monday we abstained from any activity. Tuesday Mrs. Lion resolved to make things “more entertaining”. So, Tuesday night about an hour after my maintenance spanking, Mrs. Lion brought out more spanking implements and announced we would “play”. She then got my butt pink from a spanking that actually started to get me hard.

After the spanking she began masturbating me. She edged me at least once and then announced, “You aren’t horny enough to come tonight. We’ll wait till you are really ready. We will try again tomorrow.”

What???? Scheduled orgasms are now conditional. I have to want one badly enough or I will wait longer. This is definitely something new. I have to admit that this is a good idea. It’s frustrating for me, but it makes sense. I like the idea of earning my orgasm. In this case, I do it by needing it badly enough that Mrs. Lion is moved to deliver it.

All sorts of questions spring up in my mind. Will she change the next scheduled date to be the same number of days she had originally planned? I think that is a good idea. How can I show her how badly I want to come? Is there any way I can do that or is my fate based purely on her determination? I prefer the latter, but if I have to put on a show to get off, if I am horny enough I will. There’s a nice little bit of humiliation there.

After my post yesterday about chastity theater, Mrs. Lion has informed me that she will work hard to keep me entertained. In this context, entertainment almost certainly will involve pain and humiliation. I wonder if it will entertain her as well or will it be just for my benefit?

For example, yesterday just after I wrote the first draft of this post, we exchanged emails:

Mrs Lion: “Entertaining a lion is a daunting task. I may have some ideas thought. ;-)”

Me: “The most exciting part for me is that I don’t script it and have no idea what you plan until you tell me.”

Mrs. Lion: “Sometimes you like a preview. Like if I tell you that tonight I’d like you to look for your collar because I have plans that involve your hands in cuffs hooked to the collar. I know you got a little tingle just now.”

Yup, there was some pressure on the inside of my cage. I wonder if I will be wearing the collar all evening. Ok, I’m really turned on. It’s exciting to think of my hands attached behind my head to the ring on my collar.

Mrs. Lion and I are almost opposites in the way we approach things. I tend to research extensively and then jump in with all four paws. She is much more tentative and prefers to learn by doing. Eventually she catches up and even surpasses me. I think that she is now making a leap forward in terms of our power exchange. I’m excited and a little scared about how this new phase will go.

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Lion asked if I’d be writing a “poor Lion” post for today. He didn’t get his scheduled orgasm last night. And I decided every night should be maintenance spanking night, except punishment nights. We both need more practice with spanking. I guess that qualifies as a “poor Lion” event.

Actually, he didn’t seem all that horny so I decided he’ll have to wait until he’s a little more desperate. He asked if he had to wait until the next scheduled date. He doesn’t know when that is anyway, but I told him we’d take it a day at a time. I’ll know when he’s ready. It may be today. It may be a week from now. If I can’t even get him to the point of edging him then he can’t be very horny anyway and, therefore, does not deserve a “poor Lion” label. That’s for when I’ve frustrated him beyond any limit he ever wanted to cross and a gentle breeze will push him over the top. Nope. He’s nowhere near that now.

He may very well be frustrated that he’s not so horny, but that’s another matter. We need to regroup and get back to that point. We’ve lapsed into a mini play-coma lately. It’s gotten routine and boring. Last night, a while after his maintenance swats, I had him roll over and gave him some play swats. Tonight, I’ve alluded to the fact that he may be in his collar with his hands restrained to it. If we can find his collar. We haven’t used it in a while and we’re not exactly sure where it is. Not to worry. If we don’t find it, I have other ideas.

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In: Lion's Journal

Mrs. Lion discovered that my recent lack of libido was due to nothing more complex than boredom. I think she was right. Bored with what? Being locked up? Edged? Given orgasms? The answer is no to all the above. Again, as my lioness correctly diagnosed, bored with the process.

We had fallen into a pattern of unlocking the device, stimulating me by hand or orally and then locking me up again. Sometimes there were some painful clothespins in the process and on occasion my balls were tied up. There’s nothing to complain about at all. But then last weekend, Mrs. Lion took me down to our dungeon and put me in the sling. She figged me and got me off. I was hard almost before I got into the sling.

Let’s face it, enforced chastity like most power exchanges is more theater than reality. Don’t believe me? Well, I’m locked in a device that would be very hard to escape and if I did, Mrs. Lion would find out and there would be terrible consequences. That’s theater. The fact is that I carry a key to the device and can get out any time. Yes, she will discover it if I use that key. But will the world end? No, not at all. She may punish me severely, but that’s theater too. She has absolutely no worry that I will have sex or masturbate without her. But enforced chastity wouldn’t be “enforced” without physical restraint.

The same is true about other power exchanges. The fantasy and my belief in them is what makes them work. Yes, a spanking from Mrs. Lion really hurts…a lot. But she is only spanking me because she knows that’s what I want. I accept it in the belief that she is wielding her power over me. That’s what makes it exciting.

My point is that in order for any of this to really work, we both have to play roles. We understand the underlying reality, but we choose to suspend belief in that and instead, believe the power exchange. It’s not what she does, but how she plays her role that keeps things exciting.

Some keyholders and caged males will argue that the FLR and enforced chastity is real. It isn’t role playing. I disagree. The power exchange is real in terms of who locks what up and who makes decisions. But the power exchange is consensual. The caged male can decide to stop any or all of it and that is what has to happen. Doing so may have real world consequences in terms of the relationship, but the power exchange is truly consensual.

The better the keyholder understands the importance of the theater, the more effectively she will play her role. For example, there is a big difference between, “You broke a rule. Turn over for your spanking.” and instead at dinner,

“You know you did XXX wrong, don’t you?”

“Yes, Maam.”

“Do you know what will happen after dinner?”

“You will spank me?”

“Yes. You’ve been naughty.”

The conversation can be more elaborate, but you get the point. It’s the dialogue that serves the power exchange as much as the painful spanking. Effective top/bottom dialogue has a magic way of converting routine play into strongly anticipated events.

In the case of power exchange, words are at least as strong as actions. It’s fine for the caged male or disciplined husband to forget that this is theater. But when his keyholder / disciplining wife forgets, things don’t go as well.