I keep feeling like I’m getting a cold or the flu. Unfortunately, this will go on for months. I don’t tend to actually get sick, but I feel as if I’m on the verge. It’s not a fun way to live but it happens almost every winter. Last night was particularly bad. I was cold and achy and tired. I felt better after I ate but still not great. I just didn’t feel like doing anything but hunkering down under the blankets.

Poor Lion was trapped in his cage with no fun to be had. He was worried about me and the only time he grumbled was a tiny, “poor Lion” near bedtime. He was kidding, of course. Being locked up for one day is not a big deal. He knows I won’t let him languish in the cage. At the very least, my weenie will come out tonight to stretch his legs, so to speak.

Lion asked me if his being hairless meant anything to me. Honestly, the only time I notice his being hairless is when we snuggle and my nose is not tickled by chest hair. Aside from that, I only notice his hair in passing. If, for example, I’m jerking him off, I might notice a few long hairs but they don’t bother me. As a matter of fact, when I ranted about having to wax him the other day, I was envisioning tons of hair, especially on his legs. I don’t know where I thought this hair was magically going to appear because he didn’t really have much hair anywhere. I guess that shows how much I pay attention. I didn’t even notice the obvious hairs on his balls when I’ve been locking and unlocking him. Duh!

He says he’s impressed with my substantial new rule. It’s something that bothers me a lot like interrupting. It’s not a froufrou rule like eating first or spilling things on his shirt. He did comment that he must be behaving himself because he hasn’t gotten a spanking recently. I told him to wait until Thursday night when we watch “Grey’s Anatomy”. If he can’t behave himself then he’ll get himself in trouble. Of course, the rule does not apply only to “Grey’s Anatomy”. Any show we watch could have the audacity to have a soap opera component. The nerve!

When I unlock the poor Lion tonight, I think I’ll see how many clothespins I can get on my balls. It’s been a while since I loaded them up. It just feels like the right time to do it.

I realize that to most of the world the way Mrs. Lion and I carry on our relationship can look pretty extreme. What I find interesting is the level of judgment other people apply to what we do. For example, if you happen to believe in adult spanking, you probably would have no trouble accepting the level of beating I receive if Mrs. Lion found me drinking excessively. Many believers have trouble accepting that I receive a bruising spanking for spilling food on my shirt.

This comes out of a sense of proportionality or, if you will, fairness. Most people have an internal fairness meter. When something seems unfair or out of proportion it triggers a reaction of outrage or indignity. In most cases, this is a very positive thing. It keeps us from executing shoplifters. The trouble comes in when the same sense of fairness is applied to adult consensual behavior. It’s easy to forget that I am not defenseless. I choose to be defenseless as part of my power exchange with Mrs. Lion.

If instead of referring to my spankings as discipline for breaking a rule, I identified them as BDSM scenes, nary an eyebrow would be lifted when I reveal that my bottom has some new bruises. Yet, when I get some salsa on my shirt and as a result I receive the same beating, invariably some people react with outrage.

I think this is because many people misunderstand consensuality. Pretty much everyone knows that if I agreed to be spanked as part of a BDSM scene, I deserve whatever I get. I asked for it and I got it. How is that different from me giving consent to Mrs. Lion to punish me as she sees fit when I break a rule? The only difference I can detect is that my consent is displaced by one level. I agreed to let her punish me. However, I didn’t agree with her to punish me this time. That’s the difference between a scene in BDSM and domestic discipline.

Simply put, both situations are absolutely consensual and they’re truly identical in terms of my agreement to receive a spanking. Whether or not you think spilling food warrants me having a painful bottom for a few days is irrelevant. Mrs. Lion and I think it is appropriate.

There is another situation that is substantially more difficult to justify. It has nothing to do with domestic discipline at all. It comes up with people who are in longer-term BDSM relationships. Sometimes the top (dominant partner) enjoys inflicting pain and degradation too much. I will admit this is pretty rare, but when it occurs it disturbs me.

For example, there is a couple who have been together for more than a decade. He is definitely a bottom. He likes, even needs, humiliation and pain. It turns out that his wife gets very aroused by inflicting it. Over the years, she has become more and more extreme. She hasn’t caused him any permanent injury, but she makes his life with her a living hell. On occasion, he’s mentioned this to her. He’s indicated that things may have gone too far. Her response is that she can stop if he wants. He has two choices: he can continue to endure the ever worse torture, or he can return to a completely vanilla life.

She knows very well that he will never choose for her to stop. She also knows that he hates what she is doing. She likes that he hates it. In one sense he is getting what he needs, if not what he wants. In another, she is exploiting his weakness to feed an increasingly toxic relationship. This is something that I find disturbing.

While most of us who like to bottom also like to believe our consent is unlimited, the fact is that the deep needs that drive much of what we want can be exploited to feed a very sick partner. It’s way too easy to say that this can be avoided by setting limits. Limits are only useful if they represent the outer boundaries of activities. Limits are useless if the top takes the position that if the limit is less than she wants, she will quit any activity entirely. In the world of enforced male chastity, this is the same as saying that if the male cheats and removes a device, his keyholder will unlock him and never lock him up again. I’m not claiming that this is an unreasonable punishment. In the case of a chastity situation, it makes sense. However, any time it’s all or nothing there is a potential for abuse.

I’m very lucky that none of this applies to me. Mrs. Lion is perhaps too willing to reduce severity if she thinks she is making me unhappy. In fact, it’s taken years to get to the point that she is reasonably comfortable punishing me in a meaningful way.

There are a number of blogs purported to be written by dominant women that clearly demonstrate how abusive a BDSM relationship can become if the submissive partner will do anything to avoid his partner stopping their play. Every so often I check in to see what’s going on. I have no way of knowing whether it’s fiction or reality. I dearly hope it is fiction. There’s nothing wrong with a man who wants very strong domination. There is something very wrong about imposing it on someone who has no choice but to accept it. That’s abuse.

I’m not abused. I’m absolutely not defenseless. I am punished fairly, sometimes to leniently by my loving wife and lioness. Thank you, sweetie.

I got it! It finally hit me this morning. Lion’s new rule is that he can’t keep muttering “soap opera” under his breath when I’m watching “Grey’s Anatomy” or other shows that have storylines that diverge from the premise of the show. Yes, “Grey’s Anatomy” is a medical show but it never claimed to be 100% about medicine. It’s about the people too. It would be pretty boring if it was all operations and broken bones.


Lion loved “Suits”. It was about a law practice but there was a high dose of soap opera in it. Occasionally I’d point that out simply because he always makes the comment during my shows. He said he knew it did. Apparently that was okay because it was his show. He liked the characters and could follow along. He doesn’t pay enough attention to my shows to be able to follow the soap opera storyline.


I find it incredibly annoying when he makes comments during my shows. I usually don’t during his shows unless I’m jabbing him with the same comments he makes about mine. So now he has a new rule. Those comments will earn him a sore butt.


I should clarify. If he says he’s lost because he can’t follow the soap opera parts, he won’t be punished. If he just mutters something about it being a soap opera, he’ll be on the receiving end of a paddle.


Aren’t you proud of me for thinking of a substantial rule? I am. I’m actually finding things that piss me off.

Woohoo! Go me!

Mrs. Lion waxed me yesterday. Since my last hair removal was only about a month ago, I wasn’t nearly as furry as I was at our last session. That made her job much easier. I now have no hair from my knees up to my neck. I do have hair on both arms, but none in my pits. I admit that I like the feeling of hairless skin. I particularly like it in the Brazilian area. One of the reasons I asked to be waxed this weekend is because I plan to prepare my review of the Evotion Orion male chastity device. I’ve been wearing it for a while and I think I have enough information to write an informed review.

Mrs. Lion removed the device in order to wax me. She decided to let me remain wild until after the big game yesterday. We had a snack after the game and then Mrs. Lion applied the Magic Wand vibrator to my penis. It felt very good but I just couldn’t get myself close to orgasm. I was breathing hard and moving but for some reason stuck again. After I finish writing this post, Mrs. Lion told me that she will be locking me up again.

I don’t think that I’m broken. There are just times when it’s difficult for me. It’s been 16 days (as of today) since my last orgasm. Could it be that I’ve passed a point when my interest declines? I don’t know. My frequency has gone down quite a bit. I had just two orgasms in December and two in January. Typically I have three or four in any given month. Maybe this is a new pattern for me. By the way, I’m sure I’m not broken. I’m dripping precum as I write this post. As soon as she finished with the vibrator, Mrs. Lion suggested I go write my post. I was a lot more excited than I thought.

Speaking of excitement, I fell asleep a few times during the Super Bowl. Neither of us is a fan of either Kansas City or San Francisco so the game was more just for the fun of watching football. I decided I would root for San Francisco and Mrs. Lion decided she would root for the Kansas City team. Her reasoning was that she considered Kansas City an underdog since it hasn’t won a Super Bowl in 50 years. I just like San Francisco because Chinatown and Fisherman’s Wharf are really good places to eat.

Before starting this post I also put the Evotion device into my ultrasonic cleaner. The finish was looking a little dull from accumulated body oils. It’s a good idea to use an ultrasonic cleaner every few weeks on a chastity device that’s worn continuously. Soap and water, even detergents, can’t really completely clean off the surfaces of a device. Amazon.com sells a variety of ultrasonic cleaners that are pretty inexpensive. It’s a reasonable investment if you wear a male chastity device full-time.

Even though I wasn’t able to get over the top last night, I’m still really horny. That should come as no shock. One of the big advantages I find in wearing a male chastity device is that it prevents me from getting an erection except after Mrs. Lion unlocks me. It seems like that causes me to store up my arousal. Even though I would never masturbate, getting hard does provide some sexual relief. I can’t explain it, but when I’m locked up it feels like my sexual battery is being charged with no opportunity to light up anything.

I’m sure you know that Kansas City won the Super Bowl. Mrs. Lion didn’t celebrate but seemed happy her team came through in the fourth quarter. I’m not disappointed at all. I’d still like a chance to go to Fisherman’s Wharf and have a nice fried sand dollar dinner.