In keeping with our recent Box O’Fun usage, I brought it to Lion and he chose the card that called for regular clothespins. It’s important to note that there are a few different kinds of clothespins. Regular clothespins are just that. They’re wooden clothespins you can buy at many stores. Plastic clothespins are like regular clothespins but, you guessed it, the plastic version. They tend to be meaner. I don’t know if it’s because they’re plastic or because the spring is stronger. Coated clothespins are wooden clothespins with an added kick. They have no-slip tape used for stairs applied where the they pinch. It’s almost like sandpaper, except much rougher. Last, but certainly not least, are the tiny, evil, mean, dollhouse clothespins.

All these types of clothespins are used for the same purpose. I pinch different areas of Lion’s body, mostly his balls, with them and watch him squirm. Obviously, the meaner the clothespin the fewer I can use. It also depends on where I put them. I think I may have gotten three or four of the tiny bastards on Lion’s balls at one time, but no more than two on the head of his cock. No matter where I put them, they hurt like hell. Sometimes I put the regular or the coated ones on his nipples. He doesn’t like it, but I figure it’s payback for all the women he’s done it to. I know they actually liked it so maybe it’s really payback for the one time he pinched my nipple. I really hated that. [Lion — I did that in my sleep.]

So last night he chose regular clothespins. Sometimes I make him look like a porcupine. I think I got 45 clothespins on him once. I usually start with a stripe up the middle and go from there. I did that last night, but decided to keep going. I went right on up his cock almost to the head. I have put them around the base of his cock before. I don’t know what made me do the stripe all the way up last night. I guess I wanted to see what would happen. He winced. He squirmed. He wasn’t very happy with it. Well, Lion might not have been happy, but my weenie was. It always gives him away. He was standing proud and tall. “Look at me! I have clothespins on me.” Silly thing.

I had to remove the top clothespins so I could really stroke Lion. By the time I had all the clothespins off, he started to fade. I asked if he needed the clothespins back on to get harder. He suggested I move my hand up. That seemed to help but then he looked like he was fading again. I still kept at it. He was bucking a little bit and I thought he was getting there. It was getting mixed messages. He wasn’t very hard but he was bucking. I kept going.

I don’t know how long it was before he made his I’m-getting-close-to-the-edge noises, but I stopped just in time. Less than a minute later I started again. He didn’t seem to be getting anywhere, but all of a sudden he was. And then it was too late to stop. I tried but I realized it would be a ruined orgasm. We hate those so I started stroking again.

I hadn’t intended to give him an orgasm. I don’t think he waited long enough and I wanted to keep the oral orgasm streak alive. I am determined to give him more oral than hand orgasms this year. What can you do? I guess I was just a little too successful with my hand. I can’t help it. I like to get him to the edge and sometimes I get carried away. Lion now has his first June orgasm to add to the chart. I wonder how many more he’ll have?

Sunday night’s ball bondage and non-orgasmic blow job left me horny and wanting more. My lottery-pick from the Box O’Fun was a favorite of mine. So far I’ve picked a spanking and ball bondage. There are quite a few cards in the Box. Most of them are for activities I don’t particularly like. Mrs. Lion has created duplicate and triplicates of activities she likes to inflict. I’m sure there are several Icy Hot-on-the-balls cards lurking in there. She makes sure to give me multiple opportunities to get the ones I like least. Since she takes the “used” cards and puts them in another box, my chance of getting things I hate gets better with every pick. Sooner or later I will get everything; even the dreaded dollhouse clothespins around my penis head.

Lioness 2.0 (and the emerging 3.0) makes sure I get the “most” out of activities. For example, she observes which spots hurt the most when she puts clothespins on my cock and balls. She makes sure to apply them first to those spots when she uses them on me. The same is true with spanking. She knows that swats on certain spots are particularly painful and makes sure to give them plenty of attention. She loves using Velcro strips on my cock. I hate it when she puts one or more on, hook-side-down on my skin, when I am soft. She then stimulates me. The little hooks bite in and the tight band is painful. It hurts most when she releases the velcro. The sudden rush of blood makes me yelp.

It’s not that she is a sadist and gets sexual pleasure out of maximizing my discomfort. She knows I want these activities — well most of them — and wants to make sure I get my money’s worth. It does strike some fear into my heart knowing that she always wants to maximize my sensations. I think she enjoys discovering and using her knowledge of what hurts the most.

tiny clothespins on penis head
The absolute worst card in the box has this happen to me with at least two clothespins.

One activity even she has avoided is using the dollhouse clothespins. These are tiny clothespins sold in craft stores to be used with dollhouses. These tiny plastic pins have a very strong grip and hurt like hell even on my balls. It’s particularly terrible when put on the edge of the head of my penis. You can see how tightly they grip. I am not a happy camper when Mrs. Lion decides to use them there. So far she has only used them a couple of times and never more than two clothespins at a time. I figure that Lioness 3.0 is likely to be less concerned with my aversion and may want to “train” me to take enough to ring the head. I am absolutely not looking forward to that. She keeps threatening me with them. Sooner or later, she will actually begin using them again.

Now that the Box O’Fun is back, I will be enduring the Icy Hot and the dollhouse clothespins for sure. I just don’t know when or how severe Mrs. Lion will be when applying them.

Without offending the intestinal gods, I’m going out on a limb to say that maybe Lion and I have kicked our issues. Neither of us was sick last night. I’ve got my fingers crossed that this continues.

After my shower, I brought out the Box O’Fun. Lion accidentally chose two cards. I was prepared to do the top one and return the second, but the top one was figging. I thought I’d removed those since we don’t have any fresh ginger right now. I guess it’s a good thing he picked two cards. The second card was ball bondage. Oh boy! Lion loves ball bondage.

Lion’s tied balls.

I stretched his balls out as I wrapped the rope around them. I made them nice and tight, but not too tight. My weenie was already excited. For a few minutes I stood beside Lion and stroked him. Then I told him to lay across the bed for some oral action. Jackpot! Lion loves oral attention.

I know he said he didn’t think it was time for another orgasm but I was toying with the idea of giving him one. I wasn’t trying to skew his stats or anything. I just thought, with all his tummy troubles, we could celebrate the potential end with an orgasm. It turns out, he wasn’t ready for one even if he wanted it. I gave it the old college try. He was having a good time. It just wasn’t meant to be. That’s certainly not a problem. I’ll keep going until I get him to the edge and then decide if I want to take him over.

Since I’m not really concerned with how long he waits, I can give him an orgasm any time he’s able and I want to. Let’s say he’s able tonight, but I don’t feel like it. No orgasm. Obviously, it makes it harder if I want to give him one but he’s not able. I mean, I have pressed the point in the past and given him an orgasm when he’s not ready. It’s very difficult and not really worth the effort. What fun is it if he doesn’t want one?

What I love is when Lion is really hard and is making his “oh this feels so good” noises. I like to know he’s getting close and aching to have an orgasm. Then I can decide if I want to be mean and leave him wanting more or if I want to be nice and take him all the way. In the back of my mind I guess I do try to take into account how long he’s waited, but I never really keep track. Unless he’s mentioned it to me I usually have no idea. Mostly I just base it on how much he seems to want it and whether I want to be mean or nice. There have been times that I thought I was being nice and Lion wanted to wait longer. I guess his body was willing but his mind thought it was too soon. That must be an internal failure to communicate.

Tonight we’ll find out what the Box o’Fun has in store for us. Come on, Velcro!

It’s the beginning of June. The stats are in. So far this year I’ve had 15 orgasms. . At the same time in 2019, my total was 22. That’s a decrease of 32%. If I keep going at this same reduced rate, I will end up having 35 orgasms this year. This will average an orgasm every 10 days. My 2019 average was 6 days. So far this year I’ve had 10 blow jobs and five handjobs. This is a distinct improvement over last year when I had 68% handjobs and 32% blow jobs. Mrs. Lion says she’s finding it easier to get me off orally. I’m delighted with this turn of events.

I’ve been tracking my releases since 2016. I decided to do it because neither of us was very good at remembering how long I had been waiting. I’ve been keeping a spreadsheet of my orgasms so that I would be able to remind her and myself of where we stand. Mrs. Lion has written that she thinks an orgasm every 7 to 10 days makes the most sense. In the past, she’s never suggested any specifics. She said that she preferred getting me off whenever the mood struck. She says she doesn’t keep track. She’s been very consistent this year. I’ve only had one very long wait due to my stomach problem. Other than that only once or twice did I wait less than a week.

Part of this may be my biology. It takes much longer to get me off. In fact, it takes a lot of work if she tries in less than a week. I know she can make it happen if she wishes, but then as she likes to say she’s in no hurry. She also suggests that if I really wanted to come, I would in much less time. I’m not so sure of that. However, she is the boss.

Since I have more time on my hands, I’ve been looking around the web for good information on disciplinary relationships. I really haven’t found much. Even the almost-religiously followed Disciplinary Wives Club drops into catering to male fantasies here and there. I’m thinking about working with Mrs. Lion to write a “Disciplinary Wives Handbook”. My idea is to make it useful to women who have been asked to become disciplinary wives.

The goal is to separate the reasons we males suggest this change in our relationships from the practical realities our wives need to adopt. Since Mrs. Lion and I have been in a disciplinary relationship for about five years now, and we’ve documented our evolution, I think we’re in a good position to offer useful information. My plan is to add it as a feature on this website. That way it will be freely available to anybody who wants to read it.

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