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In: Femdom, Humiliation, Mrs Lion Comments
lion's collar and tag
Lion’s collar and tag.

I forgot Lion likes all the doggy training stuff. I really have no idea why I whistled and snapped my fingers at him the other night. Somewhere around here I think we have a dog bowl that one of his former tops made him eat out of. [Lion – I don’t remember that happening.]  It was something that 1.0 couldn’t get her head wrapped around. 2.0 doesn’t care. 2.0 is doing what Lion wants whether Lion wants it or not. Last night the collar came back out. I told Lion to put it on and, knowing it might take some getting used to, allowed him to take it off to sleep if it was too uncomfortable. I was going to decide today whether it would become a fixture, like his nakedness, but he can’t leave things alone and asked if he should wear it all the time now. 2.0 thought, “Fuck it.” and told him yes, he should wear it when he gets home. Apparently when 2.0 is questioned she decides to make life a little more difficult for Lion, although I think it was the answer he was looking for. Yes, it may be more uncomfortable, but he loves this dog thing. [Lion – I like the obedience thing and the humiliating doggy style…at least I think I do. It’s new to me too.]

So far today, Lion has sent me two emails telling me how much he likes the dog commands. Maybe that’s why he’s been getting in my way so much. He’s trying to imitate the dog. I’ll need to tell him to sit and stay while I do things. Maybe I need to attach a leash to the table leg and tie him there. I bet he’d love that too. [Lion – Yup, at least for a little while. It might stop being fun very quickly] For the record, I still think treating him like a dog is ridiculous, but 2.0 is charging forward. Full steam ahead. Over the top. I think Lion might draw the line at a flea dip or poodle trimming, but is it his line to draw anymore? Remember, 2.0 is a bitch.

Until further notice, Lion’s uniform consists of no clothes and a collar. He may still wear a T shirt if he’s cold. The collar must be worn when we are home unless other people will be present. If we are working in the yard, he must wear the collar with his clothes. For now, he will not be required to wear it in public. He may remove it for shaving and showering. He must sleep in it unless it becomes too uncomfortable. If he removes it for any of the reasons allowed, he must put it back on as soon as possible. He must ask for approval to remove it at any other time.

I think making him eat from a dog bowl is a bad idea. He’s messy enough when he eats with a knife and fork. Can you imagine how many swats he’d get for spilling food? Even 2.0 doesn’t want that.

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In: Femdom, Lion's Journal
woman signalling up
Up boy! Good boy!

On Monday night when Mrs. Lion unlocked me for my scheduled orgasm,  she sat next to me and then wiggling her finger said while moving the finger up and down in front of my penis,

“Come on boy, up, up!’

She used the cheerful sing-song voice one uses to encourage a dog to do a trick. [Mrs. Lion – I also snapped my fingers and whistled at him.] Immediately after she said it, she told me she was just kidding. That’s too bad. I really liked it. I told her that she could train me to do that trick. She ignored my comment. I think she might have been a little embarrassed to give me a doggy command. I loved it! I have a longstanding fantasy about being trained that way; not only to get hard on command, but to do other things as well. I loved her “training voice”.

It took Mrs. Lion a long time to even write, “Good boy!” when I do something correctly. She seems a bit uncomfortable with that. I have no idea why I have this fantasy, but it’s been around for many years. I have no idea why Mrs. Lion decided to do that on Monday, but wow it felt like an electric shock went through me. [Mrs. Lion – I have no idea why I did it either. Just a spur of the moment thing.]

We need a little reality check here. I am pretty sure I can’t really be trained to get hard without physical stimulation. That’s for younger guys. But being “encouraged” that way during stimulation would be amazing. Some swats for not complying fast enough would be fun too. There are other commands that would also be fun; things like fetch, sit, roll over come to mind.

I think there is a reason these things are fun for me. They are a little humiliating — I do like that — and they appeal to my love of bottoming. A submissive guy might like this too, but for a different reason. He might like being able to please his mistress. My motives are murkier and far more sexual.

Lioness 2.0 knows all this on some level. I think it is behind her use of nail polish and diapers. This, of course, has nothing to do with enforced chastity. It’s part of the package that turns me on. Consistent application of “training” is not only highly arousing. Once the novelty wears off it becomes a sort of emotional security blanket that gives me comfort in enforced chastity and surrender in general.

In my case, these expressions of control provide a sense of security and acceptance. They also keep me very involved in my surrender. It’s hard, for example, to forget I am not in charge when I am sitting in a wet diaper or my toenails are painted an ugly color. It’s even more obvious to me when I am performing tricks for my lioness.

It should be noted that I am writing this post only a short time after my orgasm. This is not my need for sex writing. It is coming from a much deeper level. I can trace this need back as far as the early 1980’s. I have no idea why I am wired this way. I just am.

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In: Orgasm, Punishment, Spanking

Yesterday I assured Lion that his date would not change unless he did something incredibly stupid. He didn’t. He did, however, have something on his punishment list. A big something. I grabbed the nasty bloodwood paddle with the rough stuff on it. I gave Lion four hard swats with the rough side and then gave him a rest. The next four were with the regular side of the paddle. He squirmed a little bit and I mentioned it to him. He said it really hurt and I said he needed to stay still. It’s not my problem that he can’t stay still. I’m only punishing him because he did something to warrant it.

I let him fester for a while and then I unlocked him. We snuggled for a bit and I teased him because he said he was very horny, but Mr. Weenie didn’t immediately spring to attention. What’s up with that? Was he really horny? Couldn’t be. He was hard soon enough though and it was apparent he was very horny. But weenies don’t get an orgasm just because they’re ready for one. They need to be edged a few times. Besides, I told Lion I wanted a lot of cream filling as a reward for letting him come. I had to make sure I’d get my treat.

After using my hand for a while I decided he needed oral attention. I got him oh so close a few times before I finally sucked him dry. He made the best noises. I guess he really was horny. And now he’s a satisfied boy who says he feels good this morning. I hope so. I also hope he’ll be very horny again on Valentine’s day for his next scheduled date. I bet he will. I’ll make sure of it.

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In: Femdom, Lion's Journal

Yesterday was orgasm day. I’m sure you will hear about it from Mrs. Lion later. I’ve been thinking about some recent changes that lioness 2.0 has displayed. This past weekend she showed a remarkable resolve to accomplish what she started out to do. This ranged from putting 35 clothespins on my balls, twice to pegging me and painting my balls with a menthol rub. She said what she was going to do and she did what she said.

The remarkable part is that she was undeterred by anything I said or did. This was particularly clear when she did the anal portion of her program. She started out with a very small butt plug. That went in easily and she did some pegging with it. Then I asked about the new dildo we bought that will eventually end up on the fucking machine. This dildo isn’t a monster. It’s the same diameter as my penis. It has a skin-like cover that slips a bit. It’s supposed to add reality. We got the dildo because of its size. It’s about seven inches long. She got it in a short way when it started to hurt me. I’m really out of practice. We haven’t done much anal play in a long time.

When I complained, she pulled it out a bit, but I could feel it continue to move in and out. Instead of keeping it withdrawn, she kept moving in and out and slowly going deeper and deeper. She got it more than halfway in before she stopped. The big change in her behavior was that she didn’t stop trying to go deeper and she maintained the slow in and out motion; something I have always hated. I have to admit that after a while I began growing used to the sensation. We agreed that I need a lot more practice. We agreed last time we did anal play too but it was over a month before we tried again. Given lioness 2.0, I am sure there will be regular practice on a much more frequent basis. The new lioness is much more consistent than version 1.0.

On Sunday after we came home from a short shopping trip, I went straight into my office to do something. I didn’t undress first. A few minutes later when I went into the bedroom, Mrs. Lion said that I was not naked. I agreed and said I didn’t think she cared. She said that she does care and there is now a punishment on the list for Monday. I was a little surprised. I really didn’t think she paid attention to the state of my dress. She never comments on it. I often wear a t-shirt (and nothing else). She said I could to keep warm. I’m starting to think that I am taking advantage of this loophole even when not cold. After all, naked is naked. Just sayin’.

Mrs. Lion also mentioned our lion piggy bank. She said that if I did something she really didn’t like, instead of a penny she could deposit a nickle or a quarter. I mentioned that each cent equals a swat. She said not necessarily so. She was still thinking of how to use the bank. Ok, here goes another lion suggestion. And yes, I will almost certainly be sorry for making it. The reason I suggested the bank was to simplify dealing with small offenses. Dropping in a penny or two doesn’t require remembering what I did when punishment day comes around; just that I get a swat for each cent in the bank. When we are out, Mrs. Lion can either give me the money to deposit or put it in another pocket and drop it in when she gets home. On punishment day, open the bank and count the change. Easy peasy. I figured it would simplify things for my lioness and assure that my training was consistently enforced.

Over a year ago we tried little notes with offenses that got dropped in a bowl and then read and punished when the time came for punishment. That didn’t work at all. It proved to be too much trouble. I really do love consistency even if it hurts. Someone tweeted a slogan yesterday that struck me as true: A meaningful spanking begins after the pain becomes unbearable. That’s true for me.

The last week or so has found me hornier than I can remember in a very long time. My arousal has been accompanied with numerous nocturnal attempted erections. The only change is Lioness 2.0. I truly need the stronger, more consistent lioness 2.0.