As usual, Mrs. Lion was right. On Sunday night she got out her trusty CBT rope and wound turn after turn around my balls stretching them far from my body. When she finished she left them that way and commented that she liked bouncy balls. A very short time later she started playing with my penis. It didn’t take long before I was rock hard and trying to help her with my hips. She edged me over and over. When she was done she kissed the tip of my penis and commented that I produced some precum.
All I needed was a little extra attention to get back to being her eager lion. If you read her post yesterday afternoon, you know that she sent me an email and asked me what I might enjoy doing on Monday (I’m writing this on Monday before anything gets started). I said it might be fun to try milking. So, she wrote her post “The Lion Says Moo“. In an email, she wondered if I would be able to stay on all fours long enough to be milked to the edge a few times. Good point. I’ll try.
I also mentioned that it might take some practice over several sessions for both of us to get into good shape for lion milking. Mrs. Lion expressed some doubt that she would be able to keep up her interest. She was underlining a point that is both an amazingly strong credit for her an ongoing problem for the two of us: There is nothing in all this for her. She isn’t interested in sex for herself and she isn’t particularly amused by the antics she puts me through. She really hasn’t found anything to motivate her beyond her strong desire to make me happy.
So far, we haven’t come up with anything that she is strongly motivated to do on her own. If it wasn’t for her strong love for me, I think she would’ve given up all the stuff years ago. I keep hoping that we will come up with activities for me that challenge her and make her want to keep going out of her own desire to perfect something.
Spanking may be one of those things. She does seem motivated to perfect her ability to effectively spank me. I’m not kidding myself. She would stop in a minute if she didn’t think I needed or wanted it. It’s not that she’s unusual. When I was topping I found it very difficult to look for constructive motivation to perfect my technique. I chalked it off to the fact that I was probably not really a top. I was right. Clearly, I’m not.
Mrs. Lion isn’t either. She’s very good in her role as my disciplining wife. It’s a role I asked her to play, not one she decided for herself. More often then not I think this is the case with most couples. When you come down to it, even though being under her discipline and orgasm control is important to me, it’s not a very big part of the reason I’m with her. People who get together because of an interest in BDSM, chastity, etc. don’t generally last too long. Let’s face it, even though I want Mrs. Lion to have a wonderful time in her role, she probably never will. What keeps her with me has nothing to do with that. We love each other and want to be together under any condition. That’s the real glue.
Still, I wish she would have more fun being my disciplining wife. Oh well.