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In: diapers, Mrs Lion Comments

The rain came back the other day. We had a good run of sunshine and that may have contributed to people continuing to gather in spite of warnings to keep their distance. Maybe the rain came back to chase people indoors, although in the Pacific Northwest you get used to doing everything in the rain.

The other wetness is in Lion’s diaper. While I was in the shower last night, I decided to make him wear a diaper today. Then I decided to give him a choice. I didn’t really think it was much of a choice. He could either wear a diaper or I could put those evil, little clothespins on the head of his penis. To my surprise, he asked how many clothespins. Was he seriously considering them? Since I really wanted him to choose diapers, I told him three clothespins. I figured he’d never go for that. He still thought for a few minutes before deciding on diapers. He hates both but I thought diapers would be the easy decision.

I’m guessing he was trying to decide if he could handle a short time with the nasty clothespins versus a long time in an uncomfortable diaper. I wonder what he would have done if I had said two clothespins. We’ve never done more than two. I think he might have gone with the clothespins. The other thing I was going to offer instead of the clothespins was Icy Hot on his balls. Again, I wanted him to choose diapers, so I was looking for a horrible alternative. I decided against Icy Hot because I didn’t want to wind up with a face full of Icy Hot smell if I gave him oral sex. As it was, Lion was too cold to come out from under the blankets to play. We just snuggled a bit and held hands.

I think Lion is disappointed we didn’t do anything last night. More importantly, we didn’t do anything in the afternoon. I guess I assume when I see Lion move from his office to the bedroom and snuggle in under the blankets to watch TV that he’s cold and tired and looking for alone time. [Lion — Nope. Just tired of sitting at my desk.] Even if he is, I’ll have to check in with him to see if playtime is available. Maybe he does want to get warm and vegetate for a bit. Maybe he can tell me to check back in an hour. Maybe he’ll want to snuggle under the blankets and see what happens. Maybe he’ll rip off the blankets and ask what took me so long. Any of these is the correct answer!

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In: BDSM, Lion's Journal
Me in a diaper.

Last night Mrs. Lion announced that I had a choice: I could either have three of the tiny dollhouse clothespins on the head of my penis or I would have to wear a diaper for the entire day today. After very brief thought I elected the diaper. Both are unpleasant choices. Those tiny clothespins are incredibly painful on that sensitive spot. I’ve never had three on it. I don’t look forward to that happening. Mrs. Lion’s diaper rules are pretty yucky. I have to wear a diaper at all times. When I pee I have to leave the diaper on while it’s wet until I have to go again. Then I can change the diaper and wet the new one immediately. This way, I end up in a wet diaper all day.

My other choice!

Here I am sitting at my computer in a dry diaper. I haven’t had my first pee yet. Fortunately for me, modern adult diapers wick away the moisture. They also cancel out most of the smell as the urine ages. There is still some unpleasant odor. The liquid makes the diaper heavy and it sags and tries to fall off when I stand up.

This choice came out of the blue. Even though she wrote about it, Mrs. Lion didn’t want to do anything during the day yesterday. After dinner, we watched some TV and then she moved over to snuggle. She asked me if I wanted to come out from under the covers. I was feeling chilly all evening. I came out from the covers but I was still too cold, so back I went. There was nothing sexual at all. Then, about an hour later, Mrs. Lion offered my choice. Maybe she’ll explain what prompted her in her post later today. I’m not complaining. After all, it is what we do.

I can’t help but wonder if now that I used one of the two choices, I will get the other one without being offered any alternatives. I don’t know she thinks that way, but that’s the way I do. I’m glad she’s been thinking along naughty lines. It certainly adds spice to our quarantine.

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I took advantage of a break in the weather to move one of our solar-powered security lights. It wasn’t working and our theory was that the solar panel was not able to get enough sunlight. However, I couldn’t get the lights to shine in the correct area in the new location. It looked like rain so I packed everything up and went inside to ponder a solution. By the time the sun came out again, I had my idea and got the light mounted just as it started raining again. Unfortunately, the damn light still doesn’t work but I don’t feel like doing another day of up and down the ladder.

I don’t know if Lion was horny or not last night, but my ladder climbing left me a little sore. We snuggled a bit while we watched TV. He said maybe we could play in the afternoon today. He was very busy with work yesterday. He has a big project to work on. I’ve been doing outside chores when the weather cooperates. Other than that I’ve been doing inside chores and playing the Sims. I have not tackled unpacking yet. That will leave me wiped out and I want to have some energy to play with Lion.

Our state’s governor issued a shelter in place order yesterday. Unless your job is necessary, you should stay at home. This is, in part, in response to the far-too-many people who decided that social distancing meant they should go on vacation and crowd beaches. I mean, come on. If shutting down your company was meant to be a vacation then why are the amusement parks closed? Why are all the vacation type activities closed? Why would you crowd all the hiking trails? Why would you let your kids crowd the playground equipment? I get it. This is an unusual time and kids don’t understand why they’re stuck at home. I mean little kids. Teenagers should be able to understand why you shouldn’t go on spring break as planned. Okay. I’m off my soapbox.

We’re taking this “vacation” to spend time together. That’s because we like spending time together and we don’t have any kids to entertain. I’m sure, if this drags on and on, we might get on each other’s nerves, but we’ll move on quickly. Lion has been sequestered for a long time. He was nervous about me working and bringing death and destruction home to him. Now, he’s still sequestered, but he doesn’t have to worry about me anymore. I think, unless we need more medications, we can augment our supplies through grocery deliveries.

In the mornings, Lion has been working. He’s in his office and I’m all over the place. The house is just big enough to give us space but not so big that we feel alone. One thing I noticed yesterday was that we haven’t been saying I love you as much. Maybe Lion’s right. Maybe we do need to do our daily emails. Maybe we just need to get used to saying it more now that we’re both at home. It’s not that we don’t feel it. We just don’t say it and I’d hate to get in the habit of not saying it.

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In: Orgasm denial, Lion's Journal

Sex is different for me. It’s not that I’m no longer interested in it. I really love sex. More than six years of orgasm denial and control has trained me on every level of my being. I suppose the best way to explain this change is that my expectations are managed. I no longer expect to ejaculate even when stimulated right to the edge of an orgasm. Like Charlie Brown in “Peanuts”, I take a running start to kick the ball that’s teed up in front of me. The joke in the comic strip is that Charlie Brown never learns that Lucy is going to pull the ball away at the last second. I’m just like Charlie Brown.

In the heat of the moment, each and every time Mrs. Lion masturbates me to the edge of orgasm I fully expect I’m going to ejaculate. Somewhere in the intellectual part of my brain, I know that she’s going to stop before I reach the peak. The rest of me is ready to go. Just like Charlie Brown, I hope to be able to get that orgasm. When Mrs. Lion stops, the intellectual part of my brain says, “I told you there was no need to get so turned on she was never gonna let you come.”

Mrs. Lion is too smart to let me really learn. She gives me the chance to ejaculate regularly, but not too regularly. She lets me get over the top often enough that I am ever hopeful. She will even edge me multiple times and then push me over the edge. Other times, she’ll edge me multiple times, stop, and say “Not this time.”

I’m panting too hard to sigh. If I could, I would let out a big deep sigh of disappointment. The big difference between orgasm denial and orgasm control is managing ejaculations. Some people believe it’s far more controlling to withhold orgasms for very long periods of time. Doing this creates a very different mindset. Guys that don’t expect to ejaculate for months on end become a cheering section for their own denial. It becomes a sort of contest. Extending the wait is a contest. I imagine there’s a sense of disappointment when his partner finally lets him ejaculate.

It’s diametrically opposite to my situation. Mrs. Lion will give me an orgasm every 4 to 10 days. Sometimes she will make me wait longer. The average is about seven days. That’s long enough to make me really want to come, but not so long that I am not actively hoping that each time she plays with my penis she might let me ejaculate. It’s positively diabolical. Just enough time to get truly frustrated, but not so much that I will lose hope.

Edging every day or two guarantees that the right hormones are flowing. I’m rarely more than 48 hours away from being brought right to the very brink of an orgasm; actually, being brought to that brink over and over and over again. It’s exciting to think about. I find it fun as well. I never know when sexual activity will result in me scoring a touchdown. I don’t have any input into the process. I just have to lie there and hope for the best.

One sacrifice I make being under orgasm control is that I have to be sexually passive. I can’t initiate. I have absolutely no control over how stimulated I will be. I have to lie on my back while someone else — my lioness — has complete control over my sexual pleasure. If I’m tempted to take things into my own hands, we have a collection of male chastity devices that guarantee nothing sexual will happen without Mrs. Lion providing the action. After over six years of this, I find this very natural. I’ve surrendered control for so long that I don’t believe I could take it back if I wanted to. Fortunately for me, Mrs. Lion has no such interest.