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Maybe I can retire as the architect of my own demise. Mrs. Lion has picked up the mantle and is off and running coming up with new ways to torture me. This is very gratifying in one way and scary in another. When I come up with new ways she can get me, I have time to consider and fantasize about the activity before i suggest it to Mrs. Lion.

Now, unless she writes about it here, any new “ideas” will be surprises to me at the very time I experience them. That is totally new to me. If she hints about something new in a post, I’m free to imagine what fresh hell I will experience at a later time.

Mrs. Lion has come up with ideas before. She had a record of not following through. I know that’s changed now. For one thing, she is well aware how I count on things she tells me. For another, she has turned a new leaf. I don’t want to say that 2.0 has arrived full time. I’m not sure what that would mean. But I am positive that my sweet lioness has taken a much more active interest in what happens to me after a spanking.

Almost all spankings in our house are associated with me being naughty. We have some rules I am very unlikely to avoid breaking on a regular basis. Getting food on my shirt is the best example. That rule was adopted for the express purpose at giving us practice with punishment. It’s served very well.

And, it will continue to serve. Additionally, Mrs. Lion has become far more vigilant discovering infractions. As a result, punishment is a very frequent activity. I am spanked at least once a week; often more frequently. Don’t get me wrong, I have learned to hate being punished. But that isn’t the point at all.

We both need to learn how to function in a disciplinary relationship. It takes time to build the length and ferocity of a spanking. Similarly, it takes time to develop and execute spanking deserts, like corner time.

I am getting a lot of value from this program. I don’t know exactly why, but I am. Mrs.Lion appears to have noticed this. I wonder if she is also getting value as well. Changes, like adding domestic discipline, take time to establish. It also takes quite a bit of time to see if this practice fits into our lives.

It appears that, like enforced male chastity, it is fitting. Punishments have become an accepted part of our routine. There is no fuss or muss. Mrs. Lion gets her paddle of choice, I assume the position, and off we go. She generally tells me why I’m being spanked. I almost always know anyway. There is no ritual. It’s just another part of our life together. That’s how I think it’s supposed to be.

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My better half is on the east coast. Travelling is rough on both of us. The day he leaves, we get up at 4 am so he can get to the airport with plenty of time for him to check his bag and make it through security. Consequently, we’re exhausted at the end of the day. Obviously we recover fairly quickly and a few days later Lion is home. In the meantime we’re both alone and hating it.

Since I’m the play-by-play reporter, I don’t have much to talk about  while Lion is away. I always make a lot of plans. I’ll clean this, finish this project, read that book, etc. I rarely get to do them all. However, this time I do have a few projects I really want to work on. The first is getting the welcome mat cut to fit the top of the punishment stool. I have an idea of how I’ll strap it onto the stool. I just need the parts. I have the mat all marked out. Now I need to cut it. I also want to get started on the princess and the pea cushion. The one I’ll take the stuffing out of and replace with beads or whatever other hard-to-sit-on items I find.

Lion did very well Sunday night when I pegged him. I was able to move the dildo in and out further and much faster than the night before. It’s certainly easier because of the smoothness of the dildo. I think it was a good choice for the first round of pegging. We’ll continue with it for the foreseeable future. Even when we move to the Rodeoh. Once Lion gets used to the size and motion, we can try for texture.

I’m not sure I care so much about fisting him anymore. Perhaps we’ll get to a point that he is able to handle it, but I’m more interested now in being consistent. I didn’t mention it the other day but I did put Lion in panties. Can’t let him forget he has a pretty side. Each time we add something new I struggle to maintain things. It’s so easy for me to let things fall by the wayside. I’m going to do my best to keep Lion on his toes.

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In: Anal play, BDSM, Lion's Journal

I’m in the humid, blistering Southeast now. I’ll be here, away from Mrs. Lion the rest of the week. I always miss her terribly when I’m away. Any sort of sexual expression I’ve left behind with Mrs. Lion. That’s fine with me. I’m here on business and have a lot to do. I’m a wild lion this week. My chastity device is gathering dust on the West Coast.

It’s times like this, separated by distance and time zones, that I think even more than usual, about how lucky I am to have found my lioness. We sometimes growl at each other a bit, but it’s never more than some small misunderstanding. She would be with me now, but she doesn’t have available time off from her job. Too bad. Last fall she traveled with me and we had a great time. I hope we can do it again in a month or two. Meanwhile, I will focus on work and spend my evenings thinking about the naughty things we do together.

We have both been focusing on anal play over the last several days. It’s our pattern. As we move into a new or renewed area in our fun, we both focus and report on our process of learning and adopting the practice. We’ve also got a pattern of starting, then stopping, and then accepting an activity. The only exception was enforced chastity. We started that and never looked back.

I like to plunge headlong into a new practice. I talk (and write) a good game. But when it comes to actually doing things, we proceed more cautiously. Part of it is Mrs. Lion’s need to understand how to do things. Another, perhaps even bigger part, is my realization that the activity is a lot harder to take than I thought.

Consider spanking. Not very long after we met, I asked Mrs. Lion to spank me. She started off so gently, I could hardly feel her hand touching me. It didn’t take very long before she had me yelping. Then spanking stopped. It just faded away. Part of the issue was Mrs. Lion and I losing a lot of our physical intimacy. We stopped playing entirely for years.

Then, along came enforced chastity. I rediscovered it after nearly a decade of thinking about it. I found some inexpensive Chinese devices. I ordered a couple. One seemed wearable. I asked Mrs. Lion if she would lock me up. She agreed. After a fairly short trial, we agreed we wanted to continue it indefinitely. And we have.

We started the blog. This allows me to explore my kinky side. I proposed spanking as punishment. Once again, Mrs. Lion agreed. I have a lot of spanking experience; mostly giving. I wanted to make punishment different from play. So, I suggested that the spanking be very hard swats right from the first.  So, that’s what Mrs. Lion did. Spankings never went more than a few swats before I couldn’t take any more. Thanks to my reading of Julie’s blog, I learned that a punishment spanking is almost the same as one for play. The main difference is that the punishment spanking goes on a lot longer and harder than the one for play.

Three things happened: First, we got used to the idea of spanking and tried it. Second, we found a reason for me to be spanked, And, third Mrs. Lion learned an effective technique. Now, just like my chastity device, spanking is a permanent part of our lives.

Mrs. Lion and I have played with anal toys for a long time. My acquaintance with them has been mostly with butt plugs. We were never very regular about anal play. Mrs. Lion would do it for a while, then it would drop off the radar. At one point in the past, we considered pegging. I bought a harness. It never really worked. Then, after we began enforced chastity, pegging came back for a while. But it was limited to a dildo in Mrs. Lion’s hand. It wasn’t attached to a harness.

That stopped shortly after starting. Then butt plugs came out for a while too. That stopped as well. We’ve started again. This time Mrs. Lion is taking a longer view. Her “goal” in the past was to be able to fist me. She never got too far with that. Now, the objective is for me to be pegged with or without her Rodeo harness. She is being much more methodical. She started with the Tantus Silk dildo. It’s 1-1/2 inches in diameter and 7 inches long. I had no real problem taking it.

As she’s written, over time, she plans to use larger dildos with more texture. Texture and a realistic head are much harder for me to handle.  She will teach me to take them. I know I will feel a lot of discomfort as I learn. I also know that once I get comfortable, she will up the thickness so I can learn once again. Who knows? Maybe one day her hand will find it’s way up there too. One thing for sure is that she will never let me get too comfortable. That would spoil the game.

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scratchy welcome mat
This is as scratchy as it looks. Lion won’t like sitting on it.

Ha! Lion won’t find this very welcoming. I was trying to come up with ideas about ways to make the punishment stool even less inviting. One idea I had was to get a door mat that I could affix a part of to the punishment stool when I feel Lion needs a little bit less comfort. I was vacillating between a traditional coconut mat or a mat with plastic fingers. Lion solved that quandary for me by picking up the mat shown at the right. He’s such a good boy and usually master of his own demise.

Mr. Glutton-for-Punishment also suggested we cut a flap that would maintain contact with his balls if they hung down over the edge of the stool. Hmmm… and here I was just going to cut it in a circle and figure out a way to attach it to the stool with no flap. Good idea, my pet. I’m sure you won’t think so once you’re sitting on it. I can tell you that I’ve accidentally rubbed against it with my arm in its current position hanging over a chair, and it is not a good feeling even on non-spanked skin.

Another thought I had was to get a cushion for the stool, something that slips over it and attaches with elastic or ties, remove the cushioning and insert beads or oddly-shaped objects that will dig into Lion’s freshly whomped butt. I do have my sadistic moments. In having multiple tops for the stool, Lion will never know what to expect when I say he’ll have corner time on the stool. For all he knows, I might have something soft for him to sit on. Not likely, but possible.

He’s off on a business trip this week so I’ll try to bring an idea or two to fruition. It will certainly give new meaning to the phrase, “Welcome home.”