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how will it feel if i put a chilli pepper up lion's ass
I know that ginger root burns when I shove it up Lion’s ass. I wonder how it will feel if I use the chili pepper instead?

Lion watched a few shows that don’t really interest me last night. I know I could have had him pause at any moment, but I wasn’t really in the mood to snuggle. It’s not that I don’t want to do it anymore. It’s just been a weird week. Tonight I’ll make sure we’re closer.

At bedtime, Lion put the cock ring on without my asking. I was considering leaving him wild again, but I know he feels my power more when he wears it. If I can’t be there to hold onto my weenie, then the cage should. He asked if I even notice the cage anymore. The Cherry Keeper is definitely more noticeable than the Jail Bird because it’s white. But unless I happen to be checking out my weenie I don’t really notice it.

Tonight I have a lot of chores to do. I asked Lion if he could make dinner so I’ll have time to do everything else. He said it would be his pleasure. I’m never sure if he feels up to cooking, or anything else for that matter. I know he’s been trying to be more active. Since the deck has been up, he’s been practicing going in and out of the door and down a fairly large step. Maybe he could do laps from the bedroom door, down the deck and into the kitchen door. If the neighbors look through the trees, they might catch a glimpse of naked lion butt.

Maybe we’ll try some ginger again tonight. It depends on how energetic I am after collecting the garbage and recyclables from the house and taking the cans out. I also have to take the hammock apart so I can return it tomorrow. Lots of bending and lifting. My chronic pain just loves bending and lifting. Not. But ginger is a set it and forget it kind of thing. Once I shove it in, I don’t have to do anything until I take it out. And tonight I think I’ll leave it in considerably longer than six minutes.

I wonder if anyone does anything with chili peppers. I know it’s the seeds that have the heat, but the pepper itself does have some heat. I might have to do some research on the subject.

[Lion — Mrs. Lion is hoping you can help her with her research. She is looking for new ways to “warm” my anal area. She would appreciate comments or contacts with advice. Some lionesses!]

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Enforced male chastity is all about controlling our penises. Think about that for a minute. We aren’t talking about sex. We are talking about taking away access to one of our favorite toys. I don’t know about you, but I have very little interest in my penis if it is flaccid. It’s no fun that way. Yes, it’s useful. I need that flaccid penis to urinate. But it isn’t fun.

When it gets hard, it can be lots of fun. I’ve understood my relationship with fun and my erections since I was 11 years old. Since 2014 I’ve lost access to that sort of fun. At my request, Mrs. Lion locked me into a male chastity device that prevents my penis from getting hard and keeps my curious fingers away from it. The only time I can get hard and maybe get a chance to ejaculate is when Mrs. Lion unlocks me and plays with it. I’m strictly forbidden from playing with it myself.

Of course you know all this. Aside from a kink that turns me on (ironically), the male chastity device is a tool to train me not to engage sexually with my penis. This training has been surprisingly effective. Even when wild (not locked in my device), I don’t stimulate myself in any way. I haven’t masturbated in six years since Mrs. Lion told me I was no longer allowed to do it.

I still wear a chastity device. It has less to do with protecting me from myself than being a concrete symbol of my commitment to Mrs. Lion’s control. That doesn’t mean it’s something I can put on and take off at will. I never have control of the keys. When the device is on me, Mrs. Lion either has the keys with her or has locked them in her safe. I have no emergency key or other means of releasing myself.

This is important to me. In a real sense, it’s important in the same way that being locked in the male chastity device matters. Both of us know that I have absolutely no way to access my penis other than to urinate. I don’t know how much Mrs. Lion thinks about that. After all, she has no reason to. I can’t help but think about it since concrete evidence is an unremovable object locked around my penis.

When guys first consider getting a chastity device, they often worry about security. They want a device that will keep their penises trapped even if they want to get out. Any device that uses a ring around the cock and balls to anchor it, is subject to pullout. With some devices it could be very painful, but it can be done. I think this concern about security is misplaced worry about the level of commitment the device represents.

I recognize that some keyholders allow their partners to masturbate with permission. I’m not referring to that sort of relationship. That’s different. In that situation, the keyholder is controlling his release while still allowing him to consider his penis a toy that he can play with.

That’s not how it is with us. Mrs. Lion will never tell me to play with myself. She is the only one who can sexually stimulate me. That is a very big change. The reason it doesn’t matter if I’m locked or not or if I can escape my device, is that what this amounts to is a very serious commitment to give Mrs. Lion sole access (including me) to my penis for sexual purposes. In our case, this includes anything that could make me hard or ejaculate. She also retains control of the chastity device itself. I am permitted to put on and take off the base ring. However, she and she alone puts my penis in its cage and locks it.

That means I have no excuse to handle my penis other than to wash it or urinate. I like the lack of ambiguity. There are no exceptions. That means it’s fairly easy to train me. Any time there is an exception, no matter how valid and useful, it adds ambiguity that makes the kind of absolute control Mrs. Lion wants much more difficult to train into me.

After several years of this kind of control, I’m conditioned to get my only penis stimulation from Mrs. Lion. With or without my male chastity device, I don’t get myself off, ever. I still really like my penis and I enjoy being hard. It’s a treat for me when Mrs. Lion turns my flaccid member into a hard sex toy.

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Yesterday was a weird day. It was gloomy and I thought it was supposed to be nice. The anniversary present I got for Lion arrived so I was excited to put it together. He’s wanted a hammock for a long time and I thought I found a nice one. Rather than being one of those that has a single pivot point  on each end which can send the hammock-ee ass over tea kettle (as my father would say), this one has two connections on each end to make it more stable. The problem, however, is that it’s too low for Lion to get out of. I know this because I tested it and my only method of getting out was rolling out onto the deck and standing up from there. That will not work for Lion. I’ll return it but now I need to figure out another anniversary present for him. Bummer.

After dinner, I felt like I’d eaten a bowling ball. My stomach wasn’t upset and Lion had made a very nice dinner, but I was very full. It was strange. We watched our busy Tuesday night TV schedule and just vegetated. When it was time to go to bed, I considered the cage and was about to suggest we postpone locking him up, when Lion asked if we could skip it for another day. Of course! Even if I had wanted it on him, I would have deferred because he asked.

No, Lion shouldn’t be able to dictate when he wears the cage. And he wasn’t. I was. If I really wanted him locked up, he would have been locked up. But, as I said, yesterday was a weird day. Lion was very apologetic when the hammock didn’t work out. I was disappointed. I tried to think of how to make it work. I tried to think of what to get the Lion who has everything if I returned the hammock. I tried to figure out the best way to return it since I’d been stupid and hadn’t ordered from Amazon. Nothing seemed to be working out very well.

I guess at that point, the obvious thing should have been to snuggle and make each other feel better. But I was still stuck on what to get Lion. Nothing affordable comes to mind. I have ideas for future gifts, assuming I can save up some money, but nothing right now. I know he doesn’t care what I get him. He’s worried about getting a present for me. I’ve already got the best present in the world. He’s an uncaged (at the moment) Lion.

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I like to read “The Disciplined Couples Club“. It’s a blog that invites discussion on various aspects of relationships where the husband is physically disciplined. Each week it introduces a topic relating to this. Visitors are encouraged to comment and add their own perspectives. Naturally, this is of interest to me.

Obviously, it’s impossible to know how many of the comments are factual. The host of the blog is a disciplined male like me. The reason I’m singling him out from others I also read is because the combination of the weekly post and many of the comments have given me a lot of insights into disciplinary relationships. I certainly don’t intend to put down other disciplined male blogs. For example, Michael’s fascinating blog, “Collared Michael“, offers insights into his life as he explores enforced male chastity and discipline. However, like me, he writes about his adventures rather than a more topical approach.

I realize that the way Mrs. Lion and I conduct our marriage is more of a subject for fantasy then something very many people actually do. Most who read about men being spanked find it a very erotic fantasy. They can’t imagine themselves in my position. The vast majority of our readers, I’m sure, fall into the category of people who are curious and interested but have no intention of actually pursuing our interests.

In a lot of ways, the Internet is the worst enemy of insight and understanding. The most prolific writers tend to be people who want to either prove a point or glorify themselves in the purity of some belief. Before the Internet became the ultimate destination for people interested in BDSM, we went to meetings of organizations of people with similar interests. The focus of the meetings and parties was to learn about and practice BDSM.

From its earliest days of newsgroups, the Internet attracted people who were much more interested in creating labels and definitions than actual practice. For example, over at least a decade the debate raged about how you would define a “Dom”. In fact, some people thought there was also a “true dom”. The idea was that the only people who were really into BDSM were exclusively dominant or submissive. Dom’s and subs still remain a focus for many.

Discussions of female led relationships often focus on the fact that the husband is a “sub”. His wife, of course, is a “dom”. This polarization completely misrepresents what’s really going on. Sure there are a lot of men who like to submit and women who like to be dominant. When they get together it’s not surprising that most of the men end up getting spanked by the women. In a Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD), the women spank the men. That doesn’t mean they are the same as the people practicing BDSM.

Even people like me, who enjoy BDSM spanking, sometimes confuse the erotic spankings we have gotten with the disciplinary ones we earn now. Our disciplining wives don’t mind that because our pre-spanking erections make it much easier to get us in position for punishment. They know our erections will be gone very soon after the spanking begins.

Mrs. Lion, I imagine, like most of the other disciplining wives, doesn’t identify as dominant. If anything, she identifies as being in a standard, vanilla loving relationship. The fact that she disciplines her husband has nothing to do with dominance or submission. She adopted a disciplinary lifestyle because her husband asked for help. It’s as simple as that.

In some cases, the husband has an obvious problem like drinking too much. He’s come across material that discusses using physical punishment as a way to correct his behavior. His wife agrees to try. There is no decision to bring out the whips and chains and practice BDSM. One partner expressed a need, a very clear need, and she agreed to fulfill it.

The request while simple on the surface, is actually quite complex and challenging to both partners. If he is lucky enough to have a wife who grew up in a family that practiced corporal punishment, his wife will understand what he needs. Otherwise, there is a steep learning curve for a new disciplinary wife.

It doesn’t help that almost anywhere she turns on the Internet, she will find erotic fantasies involving spanking. Chances are very good that this sort of reading will turn her off and probably have her reject her husband’s request. While he may get turned on reading about male spankings, the odds are very good that the opposite will be true for her. No wonder there are so few of us in disciplinary relationships.

There’s another problem. Even wives who come from families that practiced spanking will consider physical punishment either childish or a sign of weakness in a man who accepts it. After all, would a real man allow his wife to spank him like a little boy? The flip side of that coin is that she might worry she might make him angry and then he might attack her. If this isn’t bad enough, there is the politically correct argument that hitting your spouse is domestic abuse. Is it any wonder that FLRD has such a small following?

Somehow, Mrs. Lion got past all that and agreed to become my disciplining wife. She had absolutely no idea how to spank me. She is not inclined to do Internet research on subjects like this. If she had, the odds were good she wouldn’t discover the few websites that might be helpful. However, I don’t think it would matter if she found wonderful online resources. She had to wrap her mind around the idea that the entire point of punishing me with spanking was to hurt me as much as possible without injury.

She has no desire to hurt me. She loves me. As my disciplining wife, she had to learn how to make me very sorry when I break a rule or disobey her. Remember, this isn’t a BDSM game. It’s a serious attempt to modify my behavior.

Mrs. Lion has taken years to grow as a disciplinarian. While I’m sure I’m going to regret saying this, she still has a way to go in the spanking department. She generally stops considerably sooner than I think she should to make the impression necessary. I’m not saying that her spankings aren’t painful. They are. Just at the point when I am seriously sorry I am being spanked, she generally ends it.

Feedback like this has helped her develop. It’s also makes a lot of our readers shake their heads and wonder why I am making things worse for myself. I don’t want to make things worse but I do want things to work as well as they possibly can. Ironically, as Mrs. Lion has become a stronger spanker, I’ve become better at receiving. I have no doubt that the current level of spanking I’m getting would have been intolerable six months ago. Now, they feel like the beginning of something rather than the whole punishment. It’s not that they hurt less, it’s more that I’m conditioned to expect it and manage it.

I bring this up only as an example. In a very real sense Mrs. Lion and I are partners in our disciplinary relationship. If we are going to be effective, I have to let her know when I feel that more intensity is needed. My objective is not to get away with something. It’s to help her find her way as she grows as a disciplinarian.

She and I both think that if I can feel my spanking a day later, I will be reminded much more effectively to not make that mistake again. So far that hasn’t happened very often. To reinforce her point, Mrs. Lion has introduced serial spankings, one a day until I satisfy my sentence. This is helpful, but it still doesn’t replace giving me a more lasting reminder of my punishment.

Another very peculiar aspect of our disciplinary relationship is the fact that I can contribute to helping her become more effective. That doesn’t come out of some masochistic desire to get hurt more. It comes out of my sense of partnership. The more effective Mrs. Lion becomes at disciplining me, the better I will be as her husband.

Obviously, this isn’t for everyone. But it is for us and I know we are both committed to making it work as well as possible.