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Now that the holidays are over, it’s tough to settle back into my routine. I got locked up again last night. I didn’t sleep very well. I don’t think the device was to blame. When I returned to work today, there were a few times the device pinched me when I was at my desk. I had to adjust a little on the way home as well.

This is a bit unusual. I chalked it off to the holiday break from sitting in one place for long periods. I also think I’ve been spoiled by eight months of being wild. Ok, I admit it, I miss being locked up when I’m wild and don’t like the discomfort associated with full-time lockup when the cage is on. There’s just no pleasing me. I wonder if this is something that other guys go through as well.

Of course, I am extremely lucky to have a partner who is active in her role as my keyholder. She locks me up and unlocks me when she wants me wild. I never lock or unlock myself. I do put my base ring on and remove it. Mrs. Lion worries about hurting me when threading my balls and penis through the ring.

I think we are both a bit ambivalent about what role the hardware should play in our power exchange. Or, perhaps she is reflecting my own introspection about whether or not I want or need the cage. After four years, it’s amazing that we’re keeping it up. We are and have no intention of ending our power exchange. I just don’t know if we need the chastity device.

I’ve changed a lot in the last four years. I can’t even imagine masturbating. If Mrs. Lion doesn’t want to give me sex, then I don’t have it. The cage has nothing at all to do with that.

It isn’t as though I have a choice. I will be locked up as long as Mrs. Lion chooses. But I can have days like yesterday, when it feels like an inconvenience I don’t need. Today is a new day. By this time tomorrow, I may be an enthusiastic fan again.

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In: Anal play

Aside from pegging him, I had no other real plans for Lion once I got him in the sling. I knew the beginning and the ending but not the story in between. It didn’t take me long to figure it out though.

Spanking Lion when he’s in the sling is not the easiest. It’s an awkward angle and I can’t really use a paddle. It’s a good thing my hands are used to whomping him. I think I started off with my first-timer swats just to get him used to the idea. It wasn’t a punishment spanking. I was going for love taps. Real love taps. But I accelerated to harder swats soon enough.

I stopped from time to time to play with my weenie. I’d get him hard and then go back to spanking. Maybe it wasn’t the ideal way to do it but that’s the way I decided to do it. I did get him fairly pink but I’m sure I could have gone on longer. As I said, It’s an awkward angle. Maybe sometime this week I can spank him on the bed where I have more leverage.

Lion knew he was going to have a happy ending. He knew it was going to be oral. He just didn’t know what would happen before then. He enjoyed himself, aside from the pegging, which Lion endured with flying colors. Yes, he might have enjoyed it more if I had kept spanking him but he’ll never argue with an oral orgasm.

As promised, Lion is locked away again. He probably won’t be horny tonight so we’ll just snuggle. By tomorrow he should be regaining his horniness enough to be unlocked and edged. For now he’s back in the zoo.

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In: Lion's Journal
Happy New Year!

New Year’s Day found me restrained in the sling for some afternoon fun. Well, not completely enjoyable, but definitely with a happy ending. It was a good start for the year. Mrs. Lion did a great job, especially with my happy ending. As she suggested in her post yesterday, the ending was delightfully oral. I’m sure her post later today will give you further details.

The holidays are over. I loved the extra time we spent together. After living together for fifteen years, we still love each other’s company. Neither of us make New Year’s resolutions. Actually, I don’t think the holiday season is a particularly good time to review the previous year. Why would you pick the darkest days of the year to measure your successes and failures?

Wouldn’t it be better to do this in July when the days are long and warm? I don’t know about you, but when it is cold and dark I am considerably less optimistic than in the light of summer. So, if we celebrated New Year on, say June 30, reflecting on the past and making resolutions for the future would be a lot less difficult. Sun breeds optimism, darkness grief.

In our part of the world, it’s cloudy almost nine months of the year. Our summers are almost unfailingly sunny. Winter here is gloomy, damp and chilly. Yes, it is warmer than much of the country, but I really hate damp chill.

On weekends, when we play, it is almost always during the day. We reserve the evenings for snuggling and watching TV. Anything sexual during the week tends to be relatively short. Extended play is too much for weekday nights. By the time the dinner dishes are clean and our showers  done, we are ready for bed. In the summer, we have more energy after dinner. It’s still light outside and that seems to give us both more energy.

In the dim past before our modern religions, people recognized the need to add light to the darkest days of winter. Both Christmas and Hanukah stem from the ancient celebration of Yule. This holiday was timed to the winter solstice; the shortest day of the year. Celebration and feasting were a perfect antidote to the cold, glum reality of winter.

Our ancestors didn’t celebrate the new year in January. It was some time in November, as I learned. The point is that traditional holidays don’t have to move if we shift the new year. I’m saving my resolutions for July.

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In: Anal play, Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm

We celebrated New Year’s eve twice last night. We consider the real one to be when New York’s ball drops since we’re from New York. And, let’s face it, Seattle’s fireworks are just pathetic but we watch it every year just to make fun of it. How can we not? It’s the same reason one of the first camping trips we took was to Cape Disappointment. How could we not see what the disappointment was? Spoiler alert: it’s not disappointing at all.

Last night I tried to get Lion aroused. He did get hard but I couldn’t quite get him to the edge. I don’t think there’s a problem unless he’s waiting for today’s festivities to really shine. I have no doubt that being in the sling will help immensely. I don’t think it matters what else I do to him. As long as he’s tied up he’ll be ready to roll.

I’m definitely going to peg him. The rest will happen as it happens. I have an arsenal of things I could do to him. I’ll pick something when the time comes. And speaking of when the time comes, Lion will get to come for the first time in 2018. He’ll exit the sling with a big smile on his face.

As I stated in a previous post, my New Year’s non-resolution (I don’t do resolutions) is that Lion get more oral orgasms than hand jobs. I think he supports that whole-heartedly. The other non-resolution is that Lion will be in his cage when I say he’ll be in his cage and out when I say he’ll be out. I know this may not seem like news but so far I’ve been fairly democratic about when he’s locked up. I consult him. Last week I told him he can plead his case about why he should or should be locked up but I will make the final decision.

So far, he’s been wild a few days. Before we went to bed the other night I informed him that I hadn’t forgotten to lock him up. I was leaving him wild. After his orgasm today he’ll be caged again. Next Saturday night he’ll be unlocked (of course, he’ll be unlocked and edged between now and then) and remain wild until he gets home from his business trip. I know he has the plastic cage. I know he can probably make it through security with either cage on. I also know that he’ll be on a plane for 5+ hours and I don’t want my balls and weenie getting pinched. I’ll be joining him on the trip and I’d like my merchandise unbruised.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to do some chores before I can play with my Lion.