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I don’t understand why so few couples write blogs. Every blog I read is authored by either a man or a woman. One blog, now very inactive, occasionally featured a post by the husband of a dominant woman. I know that some couples maintain private blogs where they exchange feelings and wishes. I wonder why they don’t want to share?

It’s a happy accident that Mrs. Lion is a closet journalist. When I started The Journal, she readily agreed to post along with me. My idea was to make the blog a real journal that chronicled our sex life. When Mrs. Lion agreed to write daily posts, I was delighted. She would not only keep me honest but would also add her distinctly female perspective.

She says her job is to report the news. Her posts tend to focus on a combination of reporting and forecasting my sex life. More often than not, you learn about her plans for me at the same time I do. I sometimes comment on the same events. While we don’t often contradict one another, sometimes we see things differently.

Sometimes we use The Journal the way I imagine couples use their private blogs. We provide feedback and express our feelings about how things are going. We also use email as well. As I wrote in my post yesterday, there isn’t much verbal conversation between us. I hope we can fix that. After all, if we can write it, we can say it. Right?

There are times I think that it might be good if I don’t read Mrs. Lion’s posts. She frequently tips her hand at what’s in store for me. In one sense, that’s good. It gives me time to anticipate what fate is in store for me. In another, there are no real surprises. You might be thinking that Mrs. Lion can keep secrets by not posting her intentions. That’s true, of course, but when she doesn’t state her plans, she will often not actually execute them. In a way, the blog keeps her honest too.

Mrs. Lion has made significant progress as a spanker! Left is her handiwork in January 2020. The image on the right is my poor bottom in April 2021.

We frequently publish pictures of me illustrating the results of spankings, modeling of chastity devices, and “wearing” other toys. I sometimes joke that more people have seen my cock and ass than most porn stars. The pictures are also helpful for me. Since they appear in dated posts, I can see the progress, or lack of it, I have made. Certainly, they show how Mrs. Lion has become much more effective as a spanker.

Our blog uncommon both in the sheer number of posts and the consistent posting by both partners in an FLR/DD marriage. We’re both grateful you take the time to keep up with our lives.

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In: Lioness 4.0

Did Lion react more to the fact that I “demanded” he react, or was he just horny? The other night I pulled out a rope, and he asked if we could not do anything. I let him off the hook. Then we decided he might need a visit from 4.0 to kick him in the ass. Last night, I grabbed a butt plug and told him I needed his ass. He looked at me like he wanted to ask for a reprieve again and then decided it wouldn’t be a good idea. Damn right! You can’t say you want me to take charge and then ask me not to take charge.

When the time came for me to suck him, I did ask if he thought he could move across the bed with the butt plug in. It might have been too uncomfortable, or it might have popped out if he moved. He was able to move. And he maintained his erection in the process. Yay! I told him he was a good boy for being hard. I wonder if that had any effect.

I don’t know how long it took to get him to the edge. As a guess, I’d say ten minutes. When I thought he was close, I stopped. Then it seemed like I’d stopped too late, so I quickly kept going. He had what sounded like a big orgasm, although it didn’t produce much. I think I only had a taste of Lion cream. Too bad. I love his cream filling.

I teased him about something in this morning’s email and told him it might be the only teasing I get to do today since he probably wouldn’t be in the mood. He replied, “You never know.” Hmmm…is Lion back to being his horny self? That rope might just get used after all.

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In: Lion's Journal

We are only a few posts away from 5,000. That’s something of a record. Maybe we’ve said all we can say. I know that Mrs. Lion has less and less to say about what I write. Maybe that’s natural, but since my posts frequently offer insights into how I think we might do things, I always hope for some discussion of the subject. Sadly, nothing.

I need to talk about things. That’s probably the main reason I like to write. You would think after 4,938 (I wrote a little more than half) posts, I would get used to, “It’s a good post,” as the extent of the feedback I get. I generally ask for more reaction but rarely get more than, “We can try it.”

Of course, I appreciate her willingness to try things out. I still feel that a lot more could be said. Mrs. Lion has written about half of the posts on this blog. She mostly writes about me. It feels like our communication is limited to what we publish. Occasionally, she will react to something I suggest. Her reaction is here, not in a real-life conversation with me. Outside of the blog, the only other way she lets me know what she is feeling or what she wants is in an email she sends from work.

She talks to the dog. She has to. Our golden retriever can’t read or write. Her silence isn’t new. It’s just worse. The only time she strings more than a couple of sentences together is when she tells me about work. This is probably my fault. I don’t do anything interesting enough to grab her interest.

I think that’s true of this blog. The stuff I write about here is simply nothing she wants to think about. If I wrote about a better way to clean the kitchen floor, it would be on the same level of excitement as me writing about a DWC spanking. That’s how it feels to me. I get it. It’s all about stuff that works for me. Unfortunately, I don’t hear about what works for her. Maybe I should stop writing. Then she’ll either talk to me or have to acknowledge we have nothing in common. Since she is my world, I have no idea what I will do next.

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We seem to have hit a barrier. Lion doesn’t want sex if he’s the only one who wants it. I don’t want sex because, well, I have no idea why. If neither of us wants sex, we have a problem. I don’t know what to do to make Lion understand that I want to make him happy. Apparently, he has the same problem. He asked the other day if I can have an orgasm, why don’t I want one.? I haven’t had an answer until one just popped into my head. Maybe I’m like an old stick shift car with a bad starter. I will not start, but if you push me down a hill and pop the clutch, I’ll run fine. Does the car care if it starts? No. Me either. Does the car care if you push it down a hill and pop the clutch? No. Me…well, I sort of mind.

I suppose the problem is that I’ve been doing things with and for Lion for so many years that it didn’t bother me when my sex drive sputtered and died. I still made Lion feel good. Or bad, depending on what I was doing to him at the time. It feels very artificial to me, to have an orgasm now. Why should Lion waste his time giving me an orgasm? I don’t care if I have one or not. He’s the one who wants an orgasm. Let’s focus on him. Except now he seems focused on my having an orgasm, and in some way, it’s causing issues with his having orgasms.

He feels bad that I do everything for him, and he does nothing for me. Got it. I understand. I’m afraid I have to disagree, but I understand. Maybe it’s similar to salads. He hates making them but loves eating them. I hate making them and eating them. Sometimes, if he asks for a salad, I make him one. Is that a problem? I don’t care if I have a salad or not, so why make it? [Lion — Because we both need the fiber!]

Maybe I need to call Lioness 4.0 and have her wield her paddle: Listen here, Lion. This is how it’s going to be. That weenie will get hard when I tell it to get hard. You will get to the edge as many times as I want you to get to the edge. And you will come only when I tell you you can come. Understood? [Lion — Works for me.]

Oh, 4.0! Where are you?

(By the way, Lion o’clock was supposed to be when we started to play at a random time during the day, probably on the weekends. It hasn’t happened so far, but I just came up with it the other day.)