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Lion was upset yesterday because he thinks I don’t really want to do enforced chastity, female led marriage and domestic discipline anymore. Every so often he has these fears. I try to tell him otherwise. He says actions speak louder than words

Okay.

When Lion got dressed this morning, he forgot to put the shock collar on. He’s been wearing it this trip. He’s been behaving so there’s been no reason to zap him. I have been using the vibration every so often. After I read his post for this morning, we had a discussion. Perhaps a little more heated than a discussion. In the end, I decided Lion should wear the shock collar. I had no idea if he’d do anything that required zapping, but he needed to wear it.

I didn’t have to wait long to use it. At lunch he spilled food on his shirt. Not only did he get zapped, but he also earned himself a spanking. Not right then and there, of course. We went for a ride and Lion snoozed a bit. We had a nice adventure.

On the way home, I informed Lion when we got to the camper he should remove his clothes, keep the shock collar on and be ready for his spanking. When I was finished taking the dog out, I had Lion lay across the bed. I had my phone open to the shock collar app.

A week or two ago, Lion read a post suggesting that punishment swats should be eased into just like play swats. It makes sense to me and it doesn’t make sense to me. What the hell. We’ll give it a shot. I started off slow and fumbled my way along. Lion yelled yellow a few times. In between swats in the beginning I gave him a few shocks from the training collar. His butt turned red then a little purple in spots. He yelled yellow a few more times. I started swatting the top of his butt.

I don’t know how many swats I gave him. He figures it was around a hundred. I think I stopped when I was done. He thinks I could have gone on longer. Can’t win. All I know is that Lion’s butt was red for a long time and there may be a bruise or two left for a day or two.

I guess I should have left well enough alone, but I decided to play with him a few hours later. The other night he said he wanted to have a regular orgasm rather than always having the gentle orgasms. He only had two gentle orgasms. I was trying out the technique. I asked him if he wanted a regular orgasm. I was undecided whether he’d have one or not. I was just asking. He said he didn’t necessarily need one but it was up to me.

Bingo! I was going to edge him until he was begging for an orgasm and then leave him hanging. And I was doing so well. But I went just a little too far. Damned ruined orgasm. But the takeaway is that I did a punishment almost right. Except I paused in the middle a few times and when he yellow I was only supposed to back off a little.

From my point of view it was a win. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

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We go home today. This trip has been pretty much like every other one we’ve taken in the past. Yes, I missed my TV. Watching DVD’s is fun, but not the same thing. Like our other trips, we’ve had fun prowling around the area. We both like seeing what’s around the next turn or over that hill over there.

I can’t help with the driving, but then on most trips, Mrs. Lion has the wheel.This tends to tire her out. Worse, she has a cold that tires her more. That’s this trip’s reason for no play. I’m writing this on the morning before you read this. Who knows? Maybe some fun for me tonight.

I don’t think my lioness really likes to do sexual things with me. It’s understandable. The activity is strictly one way. So, it follows that a vacation would be an escape from work. I’m work. It’s probably too much to expect her to actually have fun playing with me. I know from my experience as a top, play is work. The rewards aren’t sexual for her. There may be some emotional rewards, but clearly they aren’t very big.

Mrs. Lion and I represent an extreme end of the continuum of differing sexual interest. Sex in any form is supposed to be reciprocal. Differences in libido generate stress. If the difference in interest is too great, the relationship will suffer.

My introduction of enforced chastity was an attempt to build a sexual bridge across the chasm in our sexual interests. It works when we do it. At least it has up to now. Vacations are the clearest indications of what’s working and what isn’t. We both love the time together and our little adventures. It’s not too surprising that sex for me, at least in the form of play disappears. After all, that is work.

As far as I can tell, the only real solution is to find something that makes sex with me something rewarding for Mrs. Lion. If it was something she really enjoyed, vacation would always include a lot of it. Other couples behave that way.

One reason I like the satellite TV so much is that it fills hours that are essentially empty while we are in our trailer. I wait, hoping Mrs. Lion will decide it’s time for sexual play. Once, maybe twice a trip she does some CBT and jerks me off.

That sounds horrible. It isn’t. I like it. What’s really bothering me is s our lack of sexual connection. I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt. I know Mrs. Lion will tell me that she will try to do better. I also know she will be thinking of her iPad, Facebook, and games she likes to play. They relax her and make her laugh.

Vacations, as it turns out, can be very instructive. While I’m writing, she’s playing games on her iPad. I wish she would think of playing with me the same way. She looks forward to Facebook and those games. She obviously missed them when she kept her promise to stay out of her iPad. She is clearly happier now.

Maybe this is why I don’t like these trips. Reality smacks me in the face. The artifact of our power exchange is on my dresser at home. I can’t lose myself in the 275 satellite channels. We have some under-bed restraints. We’ve used them twice. I trip over them more than that times a day.

I have no doubt that we’ll do something sexual tonight. We always do after I write a post about missing sex. But take note of how Mrs. Lion writes about it. Look back at former posts. She does a great job of reporting. She lets you know that I had fun. But not once did she say she enjoyed it. Why did it take me this long to realize? I’ve been blinded by my wish that we would both have fun.

You can learn a lot on a vacation.

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Lion is missing his satellite TV this trip. Almost every trip, I miss internet access. Not only because I can’t check Facebook or play some of my games, but also because we have to find cell service when we want to upload our posts each day. Lion sometimes tries to get a few posts ahead, which is why he had two publish yesterday. It’s also why his published late today.

I’ve been battling a cold for about a week. I thought it was allergies, but I don’t normally get allergies like this. It’s been concentrated in my nose and generally sounds worse than it is. The problem comes when I try to sleep. Consequently, I’ve been tired.

Yesterday we went for a fairly long drive and I needed a nap when we came home. I didn’t sleep long but it was enough to recharge my batteries. We went out to dinner and came home to watch a movie. The parts I saw of it were good. I was asleep for most of it. And I’m still tired this morning.

I guess Lion was right after all. We don’t play when we go away. Yes, that’s mostly my fault. This time around at least, it’s because of my cold. I don’t have any excuses for the other trips. When I’m done writing this I’ll take another nap and we’ll start our day. Lion is still sleeping. I don’t know what we’re planning to do today, but Lion did mention something about spanking. That sounds like a plan to me. After all, it is the 4th of July. It’s only fitting he should see some stars today.

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It’s Independence day here in the US. It’s the day we celebrate declaring that we are a federation of states no longer part of the British empire. It’s ironic that many of our readers want anything but independence.

We, as a nation, wouldn’t submit to the crown. We, as submissive males want nothing more than to submit to a strong partner. It’s more than a little ironic that we fought for our individual freedom, only to surrender it to our mates.

It’s different, of course. Our submission is consensual. I want Mrs. Lion to take charge. I had to work hard to convince her that I truly want her control. For her, it’s a role she never sought and even now, finds uncomfortable. When it comes to power, we have an uneasy balance that is far from resolution.

It all seemed so easy, even natural, when I imagined how things would play out. Mrs. Lion would take sexual and social control. I would have no sexual stimulation that she didn’t provide. That part has been pretty easy for us both. We’re in our fourth year of enforced chastity.t

What’s proven much more elusive is non-sexual power exchange. Mrs. Lion feels burdened by making everyday decisions, like what’s for dinner. We’ve worked that out. We take turns deciding; well, I don’t exactly decide, I suggest. If Mrs. Lion likes the idea, which she always does, that’s what we have for dinner.

I can’t think of having to handle any non-sexual no’s. Mrs. Lion is very accepting and agreeable. It’s a wonderful quality in a life partner, but perhaps less-than-desirable for her role.

We haven’t figured out how to begin training me in this part of our lives. Mrs.Lion got quite a few suggestions on how to deal with my upset over losing our ability to watch satellite TV on our vacation. She understands how important TV is to me. But still, shouldn’t she have been able to get me under control by wielding her power?

The obvious answer is yes. But the obvious answer is rarely the right one. Control on a level sufficient to manage such a serious upset takes a lot of time to build. That’s where we are stuck. We haven’t been able to translate our sexual success to day-to-day life; at least, not yet.

On this celebration of American freedom, I am pausing to reflect on what a luxury we have in being able to treat loss of freedom as a positive marital move. If we lived in an oppressive society, the idea of submission to another person as a voluntary, positive act would be unthinkable. Only in the fresh air of a free society can someone like me actually want another to take control of me. Perversion flourishes in a free society. Perverse, isn’t it?