Our posts are mentioned on Twitter (@TheCagedLion). My post from yesterday, “Beggars Can’t Be Choosers,” discussed a very sensitive subject with Mrs. Lion and me: saying no to sex. @IRuleSubsDrool wrote a series of tweets with very good advice:

I had a similar stalemate in a past relationship. We fixed it with something like a type of homemade exposure therapy, haha. I ordered him to ask me for something sexual 2 times a day for 10 days, with the agreement that I would say no (like “nope! Try again later!” Or “no, don’t want to right now, love you!”). Then he would say, “thank you for telling me what you want.”

Having this scripted-out ritual removed some of the awkwardness, & it got me more comfortable saying no without worrying that he would pout or be resentful. Sometimes I would say yes because feeling comfortable grows my libido & being asked makes me feel respected, and it made him feel more comfortable asking because he knew that I had specifically told him to ask, and we both began to learn that “no” was simply my answer to the question about my preference about what to do, did not at all mean that I felt negative or mad about the ask.

When men are told it’s polite to not demand sex… and women are told it’s polite to give in to other people’s desires, I commonly hear about this kind of stalemate in femdom-y relationships even if they both say they agree that they want denial to be a normal thing. We both wanted to remove the feeling of pressure or obligation around asking for (initiating) sexual stuff with the goal of it being as casual as asking, “hey do you want a snack?” or “need anything at the grocery store?” which either party can easily answer no without feeling guilty.

In our particular BDSM relationship, we did end up incorporating more protocols about asking, and me humiliating him a bit if he started asking too much, but only after we both had become comfortable with the status quo of “no sex right now”≠rejection.

It never occurred to me that practicing ask-and-deny would teach us to deal with sexual requests the same way we handle asking if we want something from the kitchen. Sex is such an emotionally loaded subject that we put it into its own category. Just writing about the idea of turning me down as an exercise gives me a funny feeling in my stomach. It doesn’t feel like a new, safe form of humiliation. It feels like rejection when I think about Mrs. Lion just refusing me.

Denial is an accepted part of my sex life. Neither of us thinks twice about Mrs. Lion bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then saying, “Not tonight.” Then why should extend that to “Not right now” feel so scary? If nothing else, it is a sign that sex still needs to be handled with care.

I think that Mrs. Lion will have even more trouble with saying no as an exercise. As our very wise tweeter points out, “women are told it’s polite to give in to other people’s desires.” She will feel guilt and worry about hurting me. It’s no different than how she felt when learning to spank me or tease me. The big difference is that with those things, I wanted her to learn. On a deep level, I don’t want her to learn to reject me so easily.

It isn’t sexy to think about being casually turned down for sex. It doesn’t feel humiliating to me. It just feels sad. That may be the strongest argument for trying the exercise. My current instinct is to stop asking. Over the years, the only times I actually ask for teasing (I never ask for orgasms) is when I’m desperate for her touch.

What if I really need to feel her touch on my penis? Is there a sexual safe word? Can she use it if no really means no this time? Or, is that concept irrelevant.  After all, I won’t die of horniness. There is a real benefit to an emotion-free expression of desire or lack of it for sexual contact. Mrs. Lion isn’t upset if she offers, and I refuse. Why should I be different?

I’m reminded of a touching scene at the National Zoo. I was there with my ex-wife. We were watching a pair of lions in a grassy area. When we arrived at the exhibit, both were snoozing about 100 feet apart. The male woke up and trotted to the lioness. It was clear what was on his mind. He approached her and licked her face. She got up, and he licked her back. She looked at him sharply and growled softly. He sighed and went back to his napping spot. My ex said, “I wish you were so nice about it.”

In fact, I was always nice about it. The message was that she felt guilty if she said no. The answer was for me not to ask. My current situation isn’t different. Mrs. Lion will rarely say no. She won’t be happy about pleasing or teasing me, but she will do it. I sense her feelings, and that kills my mood.

Maybe this exercise makes sense. It will be difficult for us both if we decide to try.

[Mrs. Lion — Maybe, if we try this, the “no” could be accompanied by some sort of touch, whether a quick tug on Lion’s penis or a kiss. That would soften the “no” and provide Lion with the touch he craves.]

Lion, freshly spanked on his new spanking bench. His position is almost exactly the same as it would be if he were over my knee. His butt is nicely stretched out.

I did not whomp Lion as soon as I got home. We received the original strap he ordered, as well as the replacement straps. We had no idea which, if either, would work. The first strap is leather and looks like it would work well to hold Lion still. The other straps look like luggage straps. They are nylon with the standard connectors prevalent on nylon belts.

After dinner, I brought out the spanking bench. We never really discussed where we would use it. I put it at an angle in the dressing area. The cover is some linen material, so I decided to protect it with a towel. I fed the leather strap underneath, and Lion got into position. The leather strap didn’t quite meet. Phooey! All that time waiting for it, and it didn’t work. I grabbed one of the nylon straps, and it was too long when adjusted to its full length. No problem. I snugged it up, so it held him to the bench. We got four of these straps so that I can use more than one for the bench, or I can use them for other activities.

I realized that the bench position gave me easy access to my paddle collection that lives in a shoe organizer hanging on the closet door. I had chosen two paddles, but it’s nice to have options. He seemed to be at the right height. It was a good choice.

I started slowly. At least I thought I did. Lion was yelping right off the bat. As I whomped harder, he really yelled. His buns were getting pretty bruised too. But he wasn’t bleeding much. We concluded that his skin is stretched tighter on the bench. I’m sure that made my swats feel harder. I don’t know if the stretched skin explains the bleeding or lack thereof.

I don’t know how long I’d been spanking him when I realized I never set a timer. I should have whomped for ten minutes. Given the bruising or the look of bruising, I stopped early. Afterward, I suggested a five-minute timer since he feels the swats so much more. He didn’t like that idea. He suggested using a larger paddle in the beginning. That would spread the “love” out better. I know I have a large paddle somewhere. I’ll have to search for it.

Of course, this was the maiden voyage of the S.S. Spanking Bench. We can tweak all sorts of things before we settle on the best way to use it. I decided we’ll give it another try on Saturday. That gives Lion’s butt some time to heal and forget last night’s swats. He’s all for that.

As Mrs. Lion reported, we have no sex or spanking going on. She chalks it off to inertia. Maybe. She also remembered how locking my penis in a male chastity device served as a reminder to periodically unlock me and provide some sexual stimulation. As for the spanking, well, the main reason I’m swat-free is that she is either missing infractions or I’m a very good boy. It’s probably the former.

In terms of sex, I think the male chastity device works because it establishes a ritual that is obvious and has a built-in reminder. If she doesn’t notice my poor cock locked up, I will certainly remind her. Somehow, it is easier for me to do that when I’m locked than when I’m wild. I’m uncomfortable asking for sex. It’s different when I remind Mrs. Lion to unlock me for teasing. That doesn’t feel so much like begging for sex.

Begging! Talk about uncomfortable. I don’t like it, and Mrs. Lion doesn’t like it when I do it. Some women are amused or turned on when their partners beg. Some men enjoy the humiliation. I will agree that it doesn’t matter if I like it or not. It makes a big difference if Mrs. Lion doesn’t. That means if I ask for sex, at best, I am inconveniencing Mrs. Lion. Obviously, if she wanted to play with my penis, she would have done it independently.

Asking for sex wouldn’t be as difficult for me if I believed Mrs. Lion would say, “No,” if she didn’t want to play with me. Her usual response is a look of discomfort and then a silent, slow move to do something. It’s like she knew she should be doing something but was much happier with her iPad. That makes me feel uncomfortable and sad. Sex is something I want to believe is fun for both of us. I don’t want it to be a chore.

This puts me in a tough spot. I can’t masturbate, and if my only outlet is clearly uncomfortable about providing it, I have no choice but to try to ignore my need. It’s our version of, “I have a headache.” The only difference is that no words are spoken. I would be much happier with a “no” or a happy “OK.” I hate the big sigh followed by reluctant playing with my cock. Nothing is way better than that.

I realize that Mrs. Lion has a lot of trouble getting started with pretty much everything. I can too. My solution is to set reminders for myself. Of course, I have another, much more powerful reminder to do what I should; I get spanked if I don’t. That works well for a while. Then, another spanking resets my attention to duty.

Mrs. Lion doesn’t want to lock my penis up again. I’m not going to argue with that decision. She needs to work out what will get her moving. I don’t know if she understands how uncomfortable it is for me to ask for sex. I also don’t know what I can do to make things better. My current choice is to remain quiet. After all, beggars can’t be choosers.

Do we need to go back to the cage just to remind me to unlock and play with Lion?

Here it is in a nutshell: Newton was right. An object at rest will remain at rest unless acted upon by another object. Of course, that’s only part of the law, but it’s the part that applies to me most of all. It takes tremendous energy to get me moving. One reason male chastity was a good idea for us was our agreement that I’d unlock Lion at least every other night to tease him. It forced me to do something. Lately, that’s been an issue.

I think I burned out somewhere during the pandemic, and I never fully recovered. Any amount of stress forces me underground. Between my trip and the dog being sick, I’ve had less time to do more things. I want to sit in the corner and play with my toes. Things are also complicated by Lion snoozing. I know he says I can wake him up, but he also needs that sleep. Why else would he be sleeping?

Yesterday, I left work early so we could run some errands. We stopped to pick up a strap to tie Lion to the spanking bench, and then we made a half-hour drive to pick up the dog’s medicine. On the way back, we picked up dinner. Lion snoozed a bit after dinner, and he was still snoozing after my shower. By the time he woke up, I was tired. We didn’t do anything other than watch TV. We remained at rest.

If I was smarter/more energetic, I should have yanked the blankets off of him and told him to get on the damn bench so that I could whomp him. So what if he was snoozing. I said I was going to give him a just because spanking to test out the bench. Dammit! But I’m too nice. I decided he needed sleep. I need to grow a pair.

I’m not saying I want to lock him back in the cage. I don’t think we need to be that extreme. Lion may or may not like the idea, but I do not. But I need to figure out some way to prod me into action. What if I wake Lion only to find him groggy and not wanting to play anyway? Then I’ve just interrupted a nice nap for nothing. Maybe I should drag out the bench when I get home and whomp him first thing. That way, he can be recovering while I make and eat dinner and take my shower. If he’s sleeping when I get out of the shower, he’ll miss out on the play, but that will be on him. I can’t solve all the problems. He has to help.

Now all I have to do is work on the second part of Newton’s law: An object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by another object.