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Lion has been in a wet diaper since early this morning. He can change it just before he needs to pee. He sits in a wet diaper all day.

The Lion butt is in a diaper today. In an email yesterday he told me he’d be working from home today. I responded that it was a perfect day for diapers. He didn’t like that idea too much but he knows better than to argue. He has to stay in the diaper after one pee and just before he has to pee again he can change to a clean (for the moment) diaper. That way he’ll always be in a wet diaper. I reminded him that it could be worse. Sometimes he has to have two pees in a diaper before he can change it.

If it’s true that he needs to be controlled or humiliated in order to be horny, this should test that theory. I’m not sure he really needs it. Maybe it’s just like a reset button when he gets in one of his slumps. If he’s not horny then maybe humiliation or control is needed. Once he’s been reset he’ll be fine for a while.

On the other hand, maybe it’s because I haven’t humiliated or controlled him that he goes into the slump. If I’m more consistent with him, maybe I can keep him out of the slumps. It’s worth a try. Not that there’s anything wrong with slumps from time to time. Everyone needs time off. I just want to make sure I’m not inadvertently causing them.

Last night I was able to get Lion hard with the Magic Wand but he said he still felt stuck. He can get hard and it feels good and we may be on our way to the edge but halfway up the hill we stall out. He doesn’t get soft. He just doesn’t feel like it will do any good to continue.

Maybe it was just too late last night. He’s tired this morning. Maybe he was last night too. We also watched a disappointing football game. That’ll let the wind out of any fan’s sails.

Not to worry. We’ll try again tonight. And the next night. And so on. I’m stubborn that way.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex

I spent yesterday in panties. Mrs. Lion has decided to start exercising control again; at least in terms of what I wear for underwear. I get the point and I appreciate that we’re getting back on track again.

Here’s the thing. Last night when I took my shower, there was some stirring south of the border. Maybe it’s due to it being the eighth day since my last orgasm. I would like to believe that, but I know it isn’t completely true. Could it be that being put into panties was what I needed? I don’t like wearing panties. I have no cross-dressing fetish. So it isn’t the female garb.

A few weeks ago, I had a similar problem with my penis being uncooperative. Then one day, I was spanked for breaking a rule. The erection appeared again that very evening. I’m not terribly fond of being spanked and put in the corner. Are you sensing a pattern? I am reluctantly seeing it too. Apparently, my sexual health is connected to feeling my lioness’ control.

If I were sexually submissive, I would be hot and bothered just knowing I submit to my wife. I have to admit I am aroused by being forced to do submissive things. Allowing myself to be punished or to wear panties is arousing. As I think back, just being locked into the sling also got me hard. There you have it. At least at this time in my life, I’m a bottom.

I need being put in panties or diapers. Punishment and humiliation are apparently required for my sexual health. If I am a good boy too long and allowed to wear my underwear, it looks like my libido takes a vacation. What puzzles me is that my positive reaction isn’t at the time I submit. It’s always later. I don’t get hard when I am about to be spanked. I stopped that a long time ago. I don’t get hard when put into panties or diapers, but later I am easily aroused.

This isn’t a unique situation. Guys who want to get spanked, for example, almost always say that thinking about the spanking is more exciting than receiving it. Then, why get spanked at all? If thinking about it produces arousal, why suffer the real pain of a beating? For me, at least, anticipation is exciting because I know that the reality is coming soon. I don’t get excited thinking about being punished, but the actual punishment somehow makes me horny later.

Perhaps the cure to my sleeping libido is as simple as more frequent humiliation and punishment. Crap! I don’t like that prospect at all. Obviously, deep down I do.

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In: Panties

When I was in the shower last night I was thinking about making Lion wear diapers when he gets home from work tonight. I decided he’d have to wear them after he peed until just before he needed to pee again. And he’d have to wear them until morning when he could wash off to go to work. It flashed through my mind that he should have to wear them to work too but I dismissed that idea. Then I remembered the panties. He hasn’t worn them for a while. Why not make him wear them to work?

This morning he pulled a pair out of his drawer just as I was leaving for work. He’d remembered. What a good boy! He may not remember he has them on until he needs to pee but then he’ll see them and feel pretty. Yeah. Right. He’ll feel silly. But he’ll know that he’s wearing them because I want him to be pretty. And it’s one way I can be with him throughout the day.

I wonder if he thinks about it that way. I imagine he really does forget he’s wearing panties. But when he remembers, does he think of me? Does he feel like I’m with him? Even just a little bit? Does he feel loved? Does he feel controlled? [Lion – I sure do!] I know I think he looks sexy in them. Anything that draws attention to his butt works for me. And I feel good knowing he loves me enough to wear the silly things even though they were his idea in the first place. It’s a complex world we live in.

Lion will likely get home after I do. I’ll see those panties when he gets undressed. I’ve given up the idea of the diapers for tonight. Perhaps tomorrow or another night this week I’ll have a pair waiting for him when he gets home. Maybe it will be a weekend thing. For now he’s got his cute little butt in some cute panties.

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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Lion's Journal

I’m not sure what turns me on now. It’s an odd feeling; I miss sexual activity but I’m not horny. Maybe I’m like an old racehorse, munching grass in a meadow, remembering those amazing Saturday afternoons when I ran headlong around the track. Am I out to pasture? I know, I say this sort of thing and then recover the old energy. One day that’s not going to happen. Maybe it isn’t now, but it’s inevitable.

Let’s assume that now is that time. What would change? Clearly, there would be no anxiously waiting for the next orgasm; no more edging. The sexual power exchange would die with my loss of libido. What about our FLR? Is sexual tension the foundation on which it is built? I’ve been thinking about it. Arousal is one of the most powerful motivators for a male in a FLR. Sexual arousal is like a light drawing a moth. It’s the arousing thought of a spanking that drives men to accept what turns out to be a painful beating.

What if the sexual motivation is absent? Would I still submissively get into position and stay there while I am beaten? Would I want new rules? The big question is simply: Is male submission rooted in sexual feelings?

Of course, it’s impossible to generalize, but based on what I’ve observed, the vast majority of guys who seek to be dominated by a woman are driven by the overwhelming sexual excitement of being in that role. I admit that my attraction to enforced male chastity as well as FLR have sexual roots. I wasn’t entirely driven by sex. I had other reasons as well.

Reasons for entry notwithstanding, now that I am in it, what will keep me there? I could say that nothing will and if I let it go, so will Mrs. Lion. If the only reason that Mrs. Lion has assumed her role is to please me, has all this time living it given her a different reason to keep it going. I really don’t know if that’s happened.

So far, through horny time and uninterested times, our FLR with discipline continues unabated. Neither of us views sex as a necessary ingredient to this power exchange. Obviously, our sexual power exchange becomes moot during these times. Do we have a strong enough foundation to go on, long term, without it?

Of course, tonight Mrs. Lion might turn on the Magic Wand and my libido comes out from hiding. Even if it does, the big question still stays hanging over us: Can we sustain our power exchange without the red-hot, racing fuel of sex?