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In: 2.0, BDSM, Lion's Journal

My recent sex life has been exceptionally active. Mrs. Lion has been edging me almost every day. I’ve gotten frequent orgasms. I really like it. I’m not one of the guys who consider long waits to be a sign of my sexual submission. My submission is rooted in the fact that the only sexual activity I get comes from my lioness. If she decides to make me wait a month, then that’s how long I will wait. If the wait is only a few days, I’m very happy.

In my mind, the key is control. We have certainly achieved that. This also holds true in terms of obedience. If I break a rule, I get punished. Generally that’s a spanking. I have no doubt that any infraction will earn a painful visit with a paddle. Now that we are both recovering from whatever got us, I’m sure punishment desert will return as well. The world of 2.0 is here. Mrs. Lion is happy to administer punishments as severely as she feels necessary. Our FLR with discipline is firmly in place.

This is an enormous achievement. Her dominance is a routine part of our lives. It’s absolutely routine for her to tell me to roll over on the bed and then spank me. Just as edging and male orgasm control have become routine parts of our lives, punishment has too. 2.0 truly lives here full time! Congratulations Mrs. Lion! \I can’t be happier with how this has all worked out. We are doing what we set out to do four years ago. It’s part of our lives.

There’s one area we both tend to neglect: play. This isn’t Mrs. Lion’s failing. It’s both of us. We settle into our comfortable life. We watch TV and Mrs. Lion plays games on her iPad. Yes, we always snuggle and edge, and yes, I am always punished when needed. But that’s generally it.

It’s odd to me. We are living the hard part of all the stuff we wanted to do, but the play aspect eludes us. Mrs. Lion wrote about “Sling Wednesday”. We don’t do that. Maybe it should be “Sling Saturday” but it’s been quite a while since we went downstairs to play. Mrs. Lion tried to do anal play a couple of times. I asked her if we could put it off. I should never do that, but I did. We haven’t tried again in ages. The same is true of hot sauce on my balls, butt plugs, diapers, and panties. I’m sure I left some things out, but you get the idea.

Many of these activities require very little of Mrs. Lion’s time and a lot of mine; diapers and panties, for example. Butt plugs just need to be inserted and removed. The rest is my problem. The same is true of hot sauce.

I think the issue is probably the same one we had with orgasm control and discipline. We just have to do it. Maybe we need a play calendar which holds us both to follow it. I can be required to remind Mrs. Lion in advance of what is on the schedule. I do this twice a week with punishment days. Failure to remind her earns me punishment. I work hard to remember.

Maybe something like this is needed for play. I know Mrs. Lion thinks about it. She often tells me. Then later, she says that she forgot or was too tired. Sound familiar? It’s exactly what happened early in our FLR with discipline. It’s way too easy for us both to follow our routine. Of course Super Bowl Sunday was a great exception. Mrs. Lion proposed and then carried out a great spanking game. It was 2.j0-worthy in every sense. I still feel the result of that game it in a couple of spots.

Yes, Mrs. Lion has to initiate things, but she doesn’t have to do it in a vacuum. We are partners. She can ask me to give her a list of activities I might think about. Then, she could choose from that or come up with something completely different. We could write them on slips of paper and she or I could draw one or more each night we are going to play.  If we don’t return the item to the bag, it would guarantee we would do everything on the list. I can see that as setting up some anxiety since I am sure there will be activities I hate. But then, that’s the excitement of playing.

There is at least one thing that I think we need to do a few times a week. That is anal insertion and pegging. Frequent activity will let me “learn” to take larger dildos and plugs. I will also learn to handle hard and fast pegging as well. We both expressed interest in this.

The bottom line is that we both have to get off our asses and do things. I need to help make this happen. I can’t just passively wait for Mrs. Lion to come up with things. This is the way we add things to our lives. I’ll try not to be a pest when I remind her we need to play.

After we talked this over, Mrs. Lion asked me to send her a list of play we could do. Some of the items are general, like clothespins and butt plugs. We have a variety of options. Mrs. Lion can choose which she might want to do.

Play List
Butt plug
Pegging
Hot stuff
Diapers
Panties
Spanking
Clothespins on balls and other spots
Strapping
Ball stretching (weights)
Cock and ball bondage
Blindfold
Zapping (dog training collar)

Am I missing anything?

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

Lion just can’t help himself. Last night he asked if I was going to lock him up again. I know it’s been a while but now if I lock him up it’ll look like it was his idea. So he has to wait. Again. If he could just keep his mouth shut he might be locked up by now. Does he need swats in addition to being made to wait for the return of the cage?

Maybe that’s what he wants. So now if I swat him for asking about the cage, is that falling into his trap? No. Lion doesn’t think that way. I’m sure he thought I forgot and wanted to remind me. Ironically, I was thinking about locking him up about an hour before he asked. I’m probably overthinking the whole thing. I should just lock him up and be done with it.

We were talking last night about a comment I made early in our BDSM relationship. I said I thought I might get bored with playing. Lion remembers it a different way. He says I worried I’d get bored with him. Nope. It was playing.

In a way I think I did get bored. That’s why we stopped playing for a long time. Lion was left to his own devices except for the occasional hand job or blow job by me. Once he suggested the cage, things changed.

Lion wondered if I was still bored with him. I’m not. Again, I was never bored with him. But with (or without) the cage, things have gotten back on track. He worries that I’m bored because nothing is happening sexually for me. I still haven’t figured out how to get me back in the game but taking care of his needs is definitely not boring.

Tonight I’ll put the cage back on. Regardless of whether he’s being a toddler by asking when it will go on, it will go on. I haven’t forgotten. I’m not bored. And I’m still thinking about more spanking games to satisfy Lion’s butt.

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In: Games, Lion's Journal
paddle on lion's bare butt
This is the paddle Mrs. Lion used for our Super Bowl game. It’s only 3-inches across and has a long handle. It’s the meanest in her collection. It really hurt! You can see I still have marks a day later.

As Mrs. Lion wrote, Super Bowl Sunday had some surprises for me. She suggested a game. It was the first spanking game we ever played. The rules were simple: I get a swat for every point either team scored. I would also get one for each penalty.

She used one her most vicious paddles for my swats. My butt was burning from early in the game right through the evening. Each touchdown or field goal became harder and harder to take. She only held back on a few swats. The rest were punishment grade.

She wrote that I groaned when anyone scored. She’s right. I hoped neither team would get into the end zone. Every time someone did, my end zone got more painful. Mrs. Lion smiled a lot during the game.

I had wanted us to play a game with penalties (for me, of course) for a long time. We played “Zaperday” a couple of times. That game is a bit more complex. I wear my training collar (it’s a dog training shock collar that fits around my balls). I answer questions. l miss one and I get zapped. It’s fun for me in a masochistic way. Mrs. Lion appears to like it too.

Yesterday, I asked Mrs. Lion if she liked her Super Bowl game. She said that she did. I asked her what she liked about it. She answered that she liked my reactions to the football game. She liked that I groaned when a team scored. She noticed my concern when a team was in scoring range.

She didn’t mention enjoying paddling me. But she made a point of hitting hard. Was that because it would assure that my reactions to the game would get more urgent? Or, was it fun paddling me?

Actually, it doesn’t matter. As long as it was fun for both of us, it works. I know what you are thinking. How could I enjoy something that hurts that much? I found the game a big turn on. I’m turned on by penalties. It’s arousing. The game is exciting. It’s also very hot to think about playing. That’s how I’m wired.

I hope that Mrs. Lion will find more games for us to play. The element of surprise and my vulnerability turn me on a lot. I suspect we will learn about the next chapter together.

Mrs. Lion learned something during that game: I can take at least 78 hard swats. She will probably use that knowledge the next time she punishes me.

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In: Edging, Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm, Spanking
Lion got one swat for each point either team scored. Plus, he got a swat for each penalty. In total, he received more that 78 swats.

The So-What Bowl actually turned out to be a good game. Both teams played well and the hated Patriots lost. More importantly, both teams scored a lot of points. Seventy-four points in total. Seventy-four hard swats on the Lion butt. Plus another seven or thereabouts for penalties. By the end Lion was praying no one else would score.

I decided to do hard swats since I really didn’t expect the score to be so high and trying to figure out how many of our now normal punishment swats added up to the equivalent of seven football points seemed like a lost cause right from the beginning. Lucky for Lion there were several missed kicks or he might have had another bunch of swats.

By the middle of the second quarter Lion started groaning when someone scored. He also let out a sigh of relief when a kick went wide or a catch was dropped in the end zone. His butt was pink after every barrage but it had time to calm down between scores. That’s not to say he didn’t feel it from one score to the next. The evidence was just gone. When I inspected him later there was one tiny mark on one cheek. Oh well.

I edged him once we got settled in after the game. I was considering just playing with him without actually taking him to the edge. You know, just get him hard and make him think he’s going somewhere without actually getting close. But I didn’t. In the end I gave him another surprise orgasm. I guess it was a consolation prize for “his team” losing.