Last night both of us were itching. In my case it is probably the dog. She’s off for a bath today, which will make things better for me. I’m not sure why Mrs. Lion was scratching too. In any case, she took mercy on me and let me stay wild. Dealing with the men’s room was far easier with the cage off. It’s no shock that life without a chastity device is much simpler. I enjoyed my brief freedom.
Last night I almost made it past a punishment day without anything on my list. Dinner was my downfall. I got some stir fry on my shirt. Oh well. Mrs. Lion looked way too happy when she saw the evidence of my infraction. I won’t comment further other than to say that I wasn’t happy about it at all.
Even though domestic discipline and for that matter, enforced chastity are integral parts of our lives, there’s nothing wrong with Mrs. Lion having fun in her role as disciplining wife. It seems to me that other wives find amusement at the predicaments that their husbands create for themselves. After all, if you like eating food that’s good for you, so much the better. Like it or not, you eat your broccoli. It’s good for you.
That’s a good analogy for our female led relationship. Mrs. Lion didn’t love the broccoli at first, but she ate it anyway. Over time, she found recipes that actually tasted good. Now she likes it. Ok, I admit it. While there are times when I truly hate what happens to me, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
It seems odd to me that even though I hate being spanked and constantly wearing a chastity device can be tiring, I am very happy. Don’t get me wrong. When Mrs. Lion gets out a paddle and tells me to roll over, I want to get as far away as I can. But all I do is groan a bit, roll over, and bury my face in a pillow. When I am driving to work and my cage works itself into a position that pinches, I imagine using my emergency key to relieve the discomfort. But I don’t. I know that enforced chastity changed our physical relationship.
As Mrs. Lion gets more and more enjoyment out of her role, I become more aware of mine. Her pleasure signals me that what we are doing isn’t just because I want it. Mrs. Lion is learning to like broccoli.