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OK. So Lion and I sometimes talk a good game. We say we’ll lose weight. We say we’ll save money. We say we’ll clean the gutters. We say we’ll play more. But sometimes it just doesn’t work out that way. We’ve been tired and yesterday both of us had stomach issues. We were just out of sorts. I did give Lion his punishment swats, but things ended there. He wasn’t up for anything else. We’ll try again tonight, but we’ve got a lot of running around to do to get ready for our trip and to get Lion ready for his first day of work. And then tomorrow is travel day. Blah, blah, blah. The point is, life is getting in the way a lot at the moment.

However, I have given Lion his marching orders for this weekend. We’re meeting a group of people at a rally. For the past two years we’ve gone to rallies and each time there’s been a problem. The first year the directions to the campground were wrong. The second year our site got changed and the itinerary got changed and we were not informed. Lion was upset and let people know about it. Maybe a little too much. Anyway, last year I made him apologize for lashing out about the change in itinerary. In the overall scheme of things it was small potatoes. This year I told him I want him to practice for his new job which requires friendliness by schmoozing with people at the rally. If there is a problem, and life always throws a monkey wrench in plans, he can complain about it without going all road rage on people. For example, if he doesn’t like our campsite, he shouldn’t say, “Our site sucks!” He can say something like, “From the satellite pictures, I expected the site to be bigger (sunnier, shadier, etc.).” See? It’s all in how you say things.

I don’t normally give Lion assignments. He doesn’t like when I give him a list of things to do and I feel guilty asking him to do things. But every once in a while, there’s something that I want done. Maybe I want it done a certain way. Maybe I want only a specific part done. I know I can tell him to do anything. I’m in charge. Instead of my usual “If you get a chance…” I can tell him specifically, “I want you to bake me a chocolate cake with buttercream icing.” When I told Lion I had an assignment for him, he groaned. I can’t remember what the last assignment was, but it wasn’t bad enough to elicit a groan this time.

I’m trying to decide how I feel about that groan. I do allow a certain amount of grumbling. The thing is, he didn’t even wait to hear what the assignment was. He just groaned when I said I had one for him. I think a groan may require punishment. After all, he could suppress it. Especially until he finds out what it is. How many times have I groaned internally when he starts talking about going to the opera? If he just thought “oh crap” instead of groaning, I’d have no idea. At least wait until I’ve given the assignment to see if it warrants a groan. If I ask him to fawn over my sister and brother-in-law’s cooking, I would allow several groans. If I ask him to be nice to one of my coworkers, it shouldn’t require a groan.

From now on, groans and grumbles will receive punishment as I see fit. Certainly a groan before the question will be worth a punishment. I can’t have Lion talking back, can I?

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In: 2.0, Anal play, Lion's Journal

We are returning to “normal.” Let’s face it, normal for us isn’t normal for most people. Mrs. Lion is resuming our “normal” activities. I am looking forward to them. We aren’t sleeping well. Maybe it is the snoring. Whatever the reason, we have lower-than-usual energy. Enough whining.

This is the time of year that we get to use our “camper.” I can’t seriously call it that. It’s a centrally air conditioned suite with satellite TV and a fully equipped kitchen. We drag it behind a Ford 350 diesel. Essentially, we “camp” in a hotel suite that follows us where we go. Of course, the queen-sized bed is fitted with restraints and there is a bag of toys to torture me. Home away from home.

We haven’t made much use of the restraints, though usually once a trip Mrs. Lion will do some CBT or spanking. The camper bedroom doesn’t have a lot of extra room and it is more challenging to play there. During vacations we tend to be pretty busy exploring the local area where we are “camped.” So, by the time we get back to the camper, we are tired and just collapse into our recliners.

Last trip, Mrs. Lion put some clothespins on my balls. This trip, she suggested in a post, she plans to do some anal play. She also said that she plans to start before we leave on Friday. Anal stretching isn’t a bit comfortable, but it is certainly an activity that emphasizes who is the top and who is the bottom. It’s one of those things that are hot to think about, but a sure boner killer when I experience them.

Once I get used to a particular toy, Mrs. Lion can get me hard and even have an orgasm with the plug in place. That’s a relatively rare event. Most of the time I just endure with some discomfort until she removes it. She usually keeps the plug in place for one to four hours. When I am clearly squirming she will remove it. That means I spend almost the entire evening being acutely aware of the alien presence in my anus.

There are times when I just don’t want to deal with this discomfort. So far, Mrs. Lion has agreed to abstain on those occasions. I’m glad she can be so flexible. That doesn’t mean I get stretched only when I am in the mood. But it means that when I am tired or out of sorts, I have a chance to avoid the extra discomfort. Other times, when 2.0 is in charge, it’s “suck it up, buttercup” time in the lions’ den. Nothing is assured in a lion’s life.

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We took another night off from play last night. Lion isn’t much interested the day after an orgasm and we were both tired. It turns out we don’t do much better sleeping at home than camping. Some of it’s my fault. I’ve been snoring. For whatever reason, I can usually sleep through Lion’s buzz sawing, but he can’t sleep through mine. And sometimes the dog wakes both of us up with her snoring. Oh well.

Lion dutifully noted that he has twelve more days until he starts work. He’s like a little kid he’s so excited. I’m excited because it’s a real job. There’s no need to start the countdown to the end of the contract. Plus, Lion loves what he’ll be doing. That’s really the best part. Money and security are one thing, but if he’s happy at work, that’s a huge bonus.

And if he’s happy at work, he’ll be happy at home. There shouldn’t be any stress about playing. As you may recall, this unemployment time has been very stressful. We both went right into depression mode. Lion wasn’t really interested in playing and I didn’t want to push anything on him. So we didn’t do much. Thankfully, this time he hasn’t been out of a job for long. And he’s already starting to bounce back.

Along with starting play in general, I think it may be time to start anal play again. I don’t know about Lion, but I’m interested to see if we can get the larger nJoy butt plug in. It will take some time. It’s fairly large. It’s not something you just shove in.

It’s also time to get back into the swing of punishment again. I owed Lion some swats from Monday that I haven’t given him yet. I think tonight is the perfect time to catch up. And when his butt has recovered, I can edge him some more. I won’t promise him an orgasm tonight. I have been on an every other day schedule so far, but there’s nothing that says I have to continue down that path. On the other hand, I could try to give him two tonight. I just can’t decide. Lion torture is so much fun.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex

Like many bloggers, I read what others are saying about FLR and enforced chastity. More and more I see pieces about cuckoldry. Most, as you might expect, are written by the cuckolds.  How much of what they write is true is anyone’s guess. I understand why some guys might want their dominant partner to have sex with other guys. It’s an extremely graphic demonstration of how unimportant the cuckolded male is.

Actually, cuckolding is observed in many mammals. A female selects a mate who is most likely to protect her and her young. But when she is in estrus, she looks for a male with “sexy” genes for a roll in the hay.  That male will be stronger, faster, and more attractive. The female has sex with him and then returns to her mate. This is an evolutionary strategy that serves two purposes: the “best” genes will reproduce and the young will have the best chance of survival. Nature doesn’t expect the desirable stay-at-home male to also possess sexy genes. This behavior has been observed in mammals from the smallest all the way to the most advanced primates.

This interests me because it provides some insight into why a female would want to find another male for just a short time; the typical cuckold scenario. From what I have read, in nature none of the cuckolded males are in the least cooperative in this female-initiated activity. A good deal of male fighting is based on the female flirting with a male who isn’t her mate. So, it could be said that females are disposed at certain times to look outside the relationship for some sexy genes. Males are not inclined to agree to their mates heading out for a quick fuck. That is another evolutionary adaptation. The male with sexy genes has to be able to cope with the cuckold male. In the case of lions, that can be deadly for one of the males.

It’s hard to find a natural reason for human males who not only accept but encourage cuckoldry. Since studies have shown that over 35% of married women have had extramarital sex, clearly the behavior is fairly common. Almost all that extra-marital sex is done without the knowledge of the male. Of course, males also cheat, but this post isn’t about that.

In the world of kink, the female’s hunt for sexy genes is not only tolerated, but encouraged by her mate. Cuckold fantasies rank right up there with enforced chastity. Some guys find fantasizing about  their mate being fucked by others very hot. If this fucking takes place with them witnessing  the fucking even hotter. Another characteristic of these stories is that the male who gets to do the fucking is almost always younger, stronger, and much more handsome than her mate.

I have no interest in cuckoldry. The idea doesn’t turn me on. I am monogamous. Happily my lioness is too.