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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm denial, Spanking
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Lion hum;ping air and begging me to continue masturbating him. Of course I didn’t.
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I am attempting to make up some time at work this afternoon. Being gone all day Wednesday has me playing catch up. The good news is, I think we found a place to live. We just have to figure out where all the stuff we want to keep will fit.

Lion has been a horny boy for the past few days. I’ve been edging him more and more. Last night he was humping air and he kept moving closer to me after I told him he wouldn’t be coming. In a post a few days ago, he said part of the fun was in being horny and not having an orgasm. I reminded him of that last night. He was not amused.

It crossed my mind to make him wait until we move. If all goes well, we should get the keys September 1. He’s already waited ten days. His longest wait was 28 days. Neither of us sees any need to replicate that. Let’s just say that last night was not his night. Will tonight be? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

I was going to spank him after we played again, but after our doggie ice cream/lion snack, I wasn’t in the mood to whomp him. He’ll definitely have sore buns by bedtime tonight. Before or after we play is the question. I don’t want to completely change when I spank him. I like to keep him on his toes. When you least expect it, expect it.

I want to put it out there that I’m rooting for Lion to behave for a while. I really am. He’s been getting a lot of swats over the past month or so. It would be nice to have a flesh-colored Lion butt rather than a red butt, for a while, at least. Maybe a week. You can do it, Lion!

[Lion — A week? I don’t know. I don’t really set out to break rules. It seems to me that the stress of getting ready to move is likely to cause me to do something to annoy Mrs. Lion. Depending on the intensity of her response, maybe I can learn to think before I growl.]

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

As you know, we call ourselves Lion and Mrs. Lion. I’ve had the lion nickname for decades. More often than not, these nicknames have proven prophetically appropriate. One area where they didn’t seem to fit had to do with our relationship. Almost anything you read about lions, describes their social order as being highly male dominant. The lion is king of the beasts and rules his pride of numerous lionesses with an iron paw.

As it turns out, nothing could be further from the truth. A pride is now defined as a group of lionesses. The average pride has just two. Generally, these lionesses are sisters. They decide if a lion who happens to be wandering around, is invited to join. Most of the time, they drive off any males interested in the pride. If they allow a male to join (frequently, male lions are in groups of two or more called alliances), they keep a close watch on him (or them).

The males are kept around because they are bigger and stronger and very useful at defending the pride. Contrary to old knowledge, the lionesses remained firmly in charge and if a lion displeases one of them, she will give him a painful bite in the butt. It turns out that the males spend an average of two years with any pride. After that time has elapsed, the girls kick him out and he has to find new lionesses. This is necessary to preserve the gene pool.

The only place where the lion is king is at the dinner table. The lionesses let the lions eat their fill before anyone else gets a shot at the game. This is frequently annoying to them because lions have big appetites and an alliance of two or three males can decimate a kill. The girls put up with it because they know the boys have to be strong and prepared to drive off marauders.

This little bit of natural history is brought to you by way of demonstrating how appropriate our nicknames turn out to be. Mrs. Lion generally makes sure that I’m fed food that I like even if it isn’t one of her favorites. Beyond that, she tolerates no misbehavior on my part. Sex is 100% on her terms. If I don’t behave as she wishes, my butt pays the consequences.

The weird thing about this is that until a couple of weeks ago I had no idea that lion sociology is so close to our own. The one very important difference is that Mrs. Lion and I have mated for life. I don’t think she’ll be driving me off anytime soon. In fact, we’ll be celebrating our 14th anniversary next week. Six of those 14 married years have been spent with me in male chastity living in a Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD).

I guess lions are our spirit animals. Our relationship is a very close model of our four-footed brothers and sisters. A lot of the current behaviors we demonstrate weren’t instinctive. At least they didn’t manifest themselves without a lot of help. For example, our equivalent of lioness butt biting: spanking, took a long time to evolve to the point it is truly effective. I want to be careful in how I define “effective”. Most of the time, I refer to how effectively Mrs. Lion spanks me in terms of the impression it makes on me. That’s really only half of the criteria. I can report on whether a particular spanking brought Mrs. Lion’s point home effectively. However, we need her to tell us if she feels that she is satisfied that she expressed what she wanted to with her paddle.

I don’t think she looks at it in those terms. I think she considers herself successful if she’s given me a sufficiently sore, red bottom. After all, she has frequently said that she spanks me because it’s something I want and need. However, now that we’re in lioness 3.0 mode, I’m being punished for things that actually mean something to her. She’s in the habit of evaluating her “work” by my feedback. I think it’s time that she use the effectiveness of how she’s changed me to evaluate her performance. Even in cases where there isn’t any real emotional stake, like when I spill food on my shirt, her success is easily gauged by how long it will be before I do it again. The same is true of me forgetting to remind her of punishment days. Repeat offenses are sure signs that she failed to make her point effectively.

We are beginning to move in that direction. Now that any offense earns me at least two spankings, it’s very easy for her to make a stronger point by adding more days. She can also select more severe implements if she feels they will help me learn.

In the four-footed lion world, if a lion’s behavior can’t be effectively controlled with strategic butt bites, he can be driven from the pride. In our two footed pride, Mrs. Lion has an almost limitless range of “incentives” to apply to me.

In a very real sense it’s a battle of wills. It can be veiled in forgetfulness or inevitable sloppiness, but the bottom line is that I’m doing something unacceptable. If we learned nothing else over the last six years, it’s that absolute consistency, strictly enforced works best for me. I think it also works best for Mrs. Lion. I am much happier when there are no exceptions and there is no mercy. Things are clear and clean that way.

It may not make a lot of sense to some people that I like such a rigid system. The reality is that Mrs. Lion is inclined to be very kind to me. I suppose it’s because our disciplinary relationship isn’t completely incorporated in the way she operates. I get it. I’m not saying that she isn’t consistent or strict. She is. She’s doing a great job as my disciplining wife. She needs me to remind her now and then that she is on the right track. I certainly don’t act that way when she picks up her paddle and tells me to get into position for spanking. I don’t think she expects me to welcome the spanking with joy. She knows it hurts. I think she does need me to remind her that she’s doing exactly what I asked her to do. She is and I’m grateful.

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In: Edging, Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment
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Lion’s late-night surprise. He never expected to be spanked just before going to sleep. I gave him something to dream about.

Yesterday was an amazing waste of time. Well, not exactly. It started out okay. We made it to the doctor’s office and Lion was seen fairly quickly. We were making plans for lunch on the way home. And then the doctor said he wanted Lion to have an MRI, an ultrasound and blood work. By the time the tests were set up, any chance of lunch was gone. And then things started going in slow motion. We were struggling to stay awake and we were hungry. We didn’t make it back home until almost 5.

I didn’t feel like following any recipes or expending much energy, so I announced we’d be having tortelloni. Lion asked for a salad, which is just a bag to open and toss, so I did that too. My stomach wasn’t feeling well. It wouldn’t surprise me if I’m developing an ulcer. But, dammit, I have to spank Lion and edge him. He told me how horny he was. I didn’t want to push it off another day no matter how I felt.

When I came out of the shower, Lion was under the covers. I didn’t want to drag him out so I decided to put off his spanking. I managed to edge the horny boy at least five times. Right to the edge. Why he didn’t have a ruined orgasm is beyond me. I don’t think I’ve edged him that much in a long time. I’ve only been doing it two or three times lately. I guess I figured if he was horny, I should take advantage of that and make it much worse. So I did. Much worse.

We gave the dog her ice cream and we had some of our own. When I let the dog out, I realized (duh!) there’s no reason Lion has to get spanked before we play. Why can’t I spank him after? So I did. For whatever reason, it was a longer spanking. I didn’t necessarily hit him hard the entire time, but I made sure he knew he was getting spanked.

This morning he said he was very surprised that I spanked him after I edged him. Me too. I just never thought of doing it before. I try to give him time between his spanking and playing. I don’t want him to confuse the two. Spanking afterwards is a viable option. And it makes Lion think about sore buns as he’s falling asleep.

[Lion — Last night I was thinking about what I might want to write for Friday’s post. I was planning to write about what a creature of habit Mrs. Lion is. In fact, I was going to write about her pattern of showering, spanking me, waiting a while, playing. Then, out of the blue, after our late evening snack Mrs. Lion picked up her paddle and told me to get in position for spanking. I was quite surprised. I was even more surprised by the length and depth of the spanking. It was easily one of Mrs. Lion’s most complete. I think she was holding back a bit with her swats. Unless I do something else wrong today, tonight is my last spanking for current offenses.]

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In: Sex, Lion's Journal

We’ve been challenged recently by a combination of issues that range from my health to needing a new home. We may have found a new house to rent. It’s about half the size of the one we have now so there is no question we will have to get rid of a great deal of stuff. I’m okay with that. I’m not sure I have the energy to actually do it. We have no choice, so one way or another Mrs. Lion and I are going to downsize at least to some extent.

All of this activity has made it difficult to think about things we like to do. I’m hoping we can get back on track even in the face of our challenges. I’m confident we can do that. I’m not confident we can manage the other stuff. We spent all day Wednesday with Mrs. Lion driving me to and accompanying me on medical visits. We both had to miss work. It was a good thing I didn’t have my chastity device on. One of the things I had to do was get a MRI. You can’t do that with the chastity device on, even a plastic one like my Cherry Keeper.

That’s the reason you didn’t see a post from Mrs. Lion yesterday. We were on the road from 8:30 AM on. We got home at about 5 PM and I sat down to write this post. It’s been a while since my last orgasm. I think it’s been nine days. That’s a long time for me. Mrs. Lion keeps me on a regular schedule, spacing my ejaculations between four and 10 days. The average for me is around seven days. I don’t think she planned this. It just seems to feel right to her. Over the years, I think my body has adjusted to this rhythm.

It isn’t carved in stone. She can shorten or lengthen the spacing at any time. I know that she doesn’t consciously keep track of how long it’s been since my last orgasm. Usually, while she is teasing me, she just decides to push things all the way. She has no special reason when she does.

Nevertheless, Mrs. Lion has a pretty regular internal clock when it comes to getting me off. Of course, my internal clock ticks as well. I think I’m probably more responsive during her window of “opportunity”. From the perspective of male chastity and our FLRD, we agree that how often I ejaculate is largely irrelevant. What counts is that it’s all up to her.

There are times when I wish I could get myself off. I’m just horny. Actually, I don’t really want that. Since Mrs. Lion isn’t interested in sex for herself, I like to think of what we do is a way to share my sexual excitement. I like the fact that it’s something for both of us.