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I’m up early, yet again, because of the dog. She needed to go out and there was an Amazon Fresh order waiting for me at the door. Lion was still sleeping and I expected him to stay asleep for at least another hour. He was up past midnight watching TV. It’s just as well the dog woke me up early because I have a lot to do to get ready for our first camping trip of the year.

I’ve been very tired the past few days. Despite this, I attempted to edge Lion last night. I say attempted because I wasn’t sure how it would go. He still has a sore spot and it’s been a while since we’ve had a successful edging session. Apparently the sore spot is sore no more. I got him to the edge. I think I even got him to within a stroke of an orgasm. And I wasn’t taking any chances. When I stopped, I kept touching him and started back in when I thought he’d calmed down enough, but not too much.

When I was done, I had a puddle of horny Lion. He announced that it had been seven days since his last orgasm. Duly noted. It will be at least eight days. I’m not heading for a particular number. I just don’t think he should have an orgasm without being tortured a little bit first. He needs to really want it. I know he thinks he really wants it now, but he hasn’t been edged for more than a few days lately before I give him an orgasm. Let him suffer!

After I edged him and we were snuggling, he asked if I was ever going to lock him up again. Ugh! I hate this question. If I lock him up it looks like he’s running the show. If I don’t then I’ll probably forget till the next time he asks. I wasn’t going to do it right that second anyway, so I said yes. I mean, I figured at some point I’d lock him up.

By 11 o’clock I was pretty fried. I needed sleep. We brushed our teeth and settled in to do Lion’s barrage of eye drops. When I was done I climbed into bed. But no. The question was back. “Weren’t you going to lock me up?” At this point, I don’t care who’s running the show so I put him in the cage. Done. If I’m not too tired tonight, maybe I’ll unlock him. If not, it’s his own fault for wanting to be locked away again. Be careful what you wish for.

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Mrs. Lion hasn’t tried this position yet. I imagine a firm grip on my balls would keep me in place.

(This isn’t fiction.)
We finish dinner while watching “Wheel of Fortune” and “Jeopardy”. The dishes get cleared and washed. I lie on top of the bed and watch TV while Mrs. Lion takes her shower.

When she’s done, she comes out of the bathroom naked. Instead of joining me on the bed, she goes into the guest room and returns with a paddle. When I saw her head for the guestroom, I knew I was going to be spanked.

She walks around to my side of the bed. She doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t have to. I roll over onto my stomach and wait. I feel the paddle repeatedly hit one spot 10 times.

There is a pause.

10 more swats to the same spot on the other cheek.

Pause.

10 swats on the first spot.

She repeats this process over and over. I lose count. I just want her to stop. I yell loudly and kick my feet. I tell her to stop.

10 swats on the left.

Pause.

10 more on the right.

Each set harder than the last. After a very long time, she says,

“Do you think that’s enough?”

I assure her it is. I stay in place a little while gently rubbing the sore spots. She’s moved into the bathroom. I hear the water running. She calls,

“We aren’t done yet. Come in here.”

I slowly walk into the bathroom. Mrs. Lion is vigorously rubbing a wet bar of soap into her hand. She tells me to open my mouth. She puts her soapy hand into my mouth and rubs soap on the top and bottom of my tongue, inside my lips, on the front and back of my teeth, and on the roof and floor of my mouth.

She puts the bar of soap in my mouth between my lips and tells me to bite down. I bite down on the bar of soft, wet soap. She sets the timer for three minutes. I stand there seeing myself in the mirror foamy liquid dripping from my lips.

The time passes slowly. The soap doesn’t taste horrible but it isn’t something I would want to eat voluntarily. Eventually the timer goes off and Mrs. Lion takes the bar of soap from my mouth. She tells me to rinse. I go to my sink and do my best to wash out the soapy taste.

When I’m done, my mouth still tastes of soap. I go back to the bed and we watch TV. I’ll taste that soap for hours; long after the burn of my spanking has faded.

The entire process took less than 30 minutes. It felt like hours to me. Since this was the first time I’d been punished in weeks, I secretly felt excited by this activity. I knew that in about an hour Mrs. Lion would snuggle with me and masturbate me to the edge of orgasm several times.

Was this punishment or foreplay?

I could pretend that this was to get me aroused. I know it wasn’t. That might’ve been the side effect but it wasn’t the purpose. Mrs. Lion knows that I react sexually. She’s worked out a way to make sure I understand this wasn’t for my pleasure.

The entire process is going to be repeated tomorrow night and for two nights after that. She’s asked me how much fun I thought that would be. She didn’t need to wait for my answer.

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One day down, only three to go!

I’m convinced that a male chastity device is more of a turn on for me than a sex-preventative. Over the last few months, I’ve spent a lot of time uncaged. Other than the lack of a chastity device, nothing else has changed. Mrs. Lion gets me off about once a week. She also teases me on a nearly-daily basis.

The thing is that I don’t find myself getting is turned on as much as I did when I was kept in a chastity device. It takes longer to get me hard when she teases me. I don’t find myself straining to get to the edge. I can’t say with any certainty that things would be different if I were locked up, but I know that my current loss of urgency seems to correspond with the lack of a cage.

The other night after Mrs. Lion spanked me, she called me into the bathroom to soap my mouth. I found myself getting hard when I realized what she was about to do. I was embarrassed that she might see my growing penis. Once she got to work rubbing soap into every corner of my mouth, my penis returned to its flaccid state. Other times, when told to sit on my punishment stool in the corner, I find myself getting hard as well. Ironically, when I’m about to be spanked I stay completely flaccid.

That means an erection is not my general reaction to punishment. But I am excited by random activities. Like wearing a chastity device, none of these activities are designed to provide sexual excitement. None involve stimulating my penis. Yet, it reacts as if it has a mind of its own.

Most of the time when I’m locked up, I’m not even aware the chastity device is there. I don’t feel any little sexual tingles when I realize my penis is under lock and key. I don’t even try to get hard when Mrs. Lion tickles my balls and reminds me that her weenie is locked up. I don’t think that means it has no effect. Just as I don’t show any physical sign that I like to be spanked, starting an erection when locked in a chastity device isn’t necessary to indicate I’m aroused by my predicament.

Could it be that I’m turned on by the situation itself? Being sexually helpless locked in a chastity device is clearly the raw material of fantasy. Similarly, being subjected to corporal punishment is another area of hot fantasy for me. Maybe we stopped understanding that all this stuff serves dual purposes: The obvious one is exercise of control and inflicting punishment. The more subtle one is that these activities sexually arouse me because they make me realize I don’t have control.

Mrs. Lion has kept me wild to make it easier for me. I don’t think that she considered the sexual side effect of leaving me unlocked. Similarly, the lack of punishments shows that I’ve learned how to do what she wishes, but also has taken away a source of excitement. I want to be good and do what I’m told. In a way, I’m punished when I do.

When Mrs. Lion wrote about using the silent treatment as a punishment, I realized that unintended silence, like withholding of punishment and lockup in the chastity device, affects me as well. For the record, I don’t think the silent treatment is ever a good idea. It plays into my deepest fear of being abandoned.

It would seem that remaining unpunished is a reward for good behavior. Of course, it is. However, it also takes something away that I need. Fixing this is not terribly difficult. Returning me to the Jail Bird is simple. More difficult is assuring that I am receiving punishments. In my mind punishment isn’t the same as play. Spanking me for no reason is play and doesn’t have the same effect. I guess I need some new, easier-to-break rules. I also think that Mrs. Lion’s idea of changing punishment from a single spanking to a series over days is another way to light the fire.

I thought her idea was pretty clever. Depending on how she feels about an offense, she can sentence me to a series of spankings that can stretch from one (hopefully two or more) to one a day for more than a week. Aside from making sure that she makes a lasting impression, she will also be reviving the turn on for me.

If spankings are multi-day and I commit an offense before she completes my sentence, she can simply add the new sentence onto the end of the current one. I can see myself getting a daily spanking for quite some time if I’m not careful. Similarly, her spanking desserts affect me as well. I hope she continues them. We have a punishments stool and lots of soap. She may come up with other ideas as well.

It’s a little difficult to acknowledge that being punished as part of our FLRD is also something I need. I don’t think that the fact that it helps me sexually takes away from its value as a teaching tool. If anything, it gives my lioness additional incentive to find opportunities to correct me.

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So the silent treatment is scarier than I thought. Lion doesn’t think he could handle it. Truthfully, I’m not sure I could either. I mean, I could probably do it for a few hours, but not for any length of time. I think if I was ever in the position to do it, I’d probably just leave the house entirely for a while. That alone would be bad enough. And neither of us can imagine a situation that I’d be so mad at him that I’d do either of those things.

The other thing I wanted to touch on was Lion’s posts about the way we met. I’ll just add that for the first few weeks or maybe even months, we didn’t know each other’s name. It really was anonymous sex. We communicated through the dating website and later emails. I think we even exchanged cell phone numbers before we exchanged names. I may be completely wrong about the timing of this, but I know it was definitely a while before we knew the other’s name.

[Lion — We knew each other’s first names after several weeks. I don’t think I knew Mrs. Lion’s last name for a long time. It wasn’t that we wanted to be anonymous; at least I didn’t. It just wasn’t important. We had each other’s email addresses and cell phone numbers. That was plenty to maintain contact.]

Last night I attempted to get Lion aroused. It was starting to work and I think I hit his sore spot. He cringed and said maybe we need to wait another day. I don’t want to hurt him unless I mean to, so we’ll wait as long as he needs to wait. I’d much rather have a happy weenie than a sore one. It seems to me the last time he had a sore spot, he tried to blame it on me and my Velcro. I haven’t used Velcro since then so this is definitely not on me.

About a week ago Lion got a small vibrator free from Extreme Restraints. Apparently they had an issue with an email they sent out and decided to compensate with a vibrator. I decided to try it last night before the sore spot derailed us. Even on its highest setting, Lion couldn’t really feel it. I think it might work as a butt plug stimulator. If I put the nJoy plug in and then vibrate it, he might feel it. We’ll have to remember the next time we do anal play.