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When I imagined how life would change if Mrs. Lion agreed to take charge, I saw myself in some sort of 24/7 BDSM scene. That’s how a lot of guys blog about an FLR. You know, lots of spankings, orders to do menial tasks, and provide tons of cunnilingus. I couldn’t see myself in a situation like that. I’m not submissive by nature. If anything, I tend to be dominant. Still, I was turned on by the idea of feeling control and being spanked when needed. I was probably imagining myself having BDSM play, not a lifestyle.

Mrs. Lion is very smart. She knew that a permanent D/S lifestyle would never work for either of us. I suspect that is true of most people. Instead of plunging headlong into trying to live the fantasies, she chose a very gradual approach. She recognized that I would never be happy with her micromanaging me. She was sure she would hate being my permanent mistress. She decided to approach domestic discipline the same way she managed male chastity.

When  I asked her to lock me into a male chastity device, she agreed right away. She also unlocked me every night for a handjob. Over time, she made me wait longer and longer to ejaculate. We developed a rhythm that worked for us. Mrs. Lion figured I would tire of male chastity soon after we started. I didn’t and ended up being in a male chastity device full-time for over three years. After a break for surgery, we continued. The point is that she and I ended up integrating male orgasm control into our marriage. We can’t stop because it’s the only way we know when it comes to sex.

Domestic discipline started the same way. Mrs.Lion made a few rules for me that I would be sure to break. That way, I got lots of spankings and she got practice catching me breaking a rule and punishing me when I did. The offenses were trivial and her spankings were not very severe. Over time, she learned to give me disciplinary-level spankings without feeling remorse for hurting me. While she never enjoys spanking me, she also doesn’t mind doing it She takes some pride in being able to make me yelp and have a sore bottom for days afterward. I couldn’t ask for more than that.

My rules are still fairly trivial, but breaking one causes inconvenience or problems for her. For some time, she has been wrestling with punishing me for doing things that annoy her. This has been very difficult. It’s one thing to spank me if I forget to close the shower door or set up the coffee pot. It’s something entirely different if she spanks me for interrupting her. It may seem like an easy transition. It isn’t. Anyone can see if I forget to set up the coffee pot. It’s an easy call. But interrupting? That’s very different.

It seems fairly black-and-white, but it isn’t. Did I interrupt or misinterpret a pause? There is a subjective element. It’s difficult to enforce because Mrs. Lion is punishing me for pissing her off. I think she worries that is somehow crossing a line. It isn’t. One of my main reasons for asking her to take charge was to give her a “voice” in terms of dealing with things I do that upset her. Mrs. Lion doesn’t handle disagreements well. She avoids them at almost any cost. I figured that if she could get comfortable disciplining me, she could use her paddle to let me know when I upset her. It’s a necessary part of our evolution that has been slow in coming.

I think it is very important that we get there. I also know that I will spend a lot more days feeling pain when I sit down. That’s fine with me. I need to know that I will be punished if I piss her off just as consistently as I am for leaving the shower door open. Consider this Mrs. Lion, you have no problem bruising my bottom for trivial offenses. Maybe consider that you don’t have to be certain that I did something wrong to piss you off. I’m fine with being punished for my small rules, why wouldn’t I be good with being punished for something that might or might not be my fault. I need to learn and accept that subjective offenses aren’t always completely fair. Erring on the side of spanking me is better than letting something go.

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Our second farm arrived the other day and we started setting it up last night. It was pretty warm here yesterday. We hit 78. That’s a lot for our little area, especially this time of year. Between sweating and having too little light, I gave up before finishing my most hated task. They have impossibly short cables to attach the lights. I fought with them last time and trying to do it when I was hot and couldn’t see did not seem like the thing to do.

Lion was too tired for sex so we watched TV. (He was too tired before we started putting the farm together.) This morning I wrestled with the lights and they weren’t as bad this time. I told Lion they were getting easier so we should get more farms. Then I’d be a pro. I could have a side business setting up people’s hydroponic farms for them. Anyway, the water and food are in. Lion is fine-tuning the settings and I assume he’ll plant some pods in a little while.

I thought we were in for days of rain, but the temperature is up to 80 already. It rained yesterday before I could mow the dog’s lawn. It looks like it will rain again before I get out there today. It’s like Florida weather although in Florida the sun is out both before and after the rain. We’ll lose the dog before long in the high grass. It’s already hard to walk around with all the holes she’s dug hiding under the grass. I stepped in one the other day. I need to mow it soon.

Tonight, assuming we can figure out what’s for dinner, we can play Zapardy. Lion knew a lot of the answers last night. Too bad. It would have been a good night for him. Maybe tonight will too. You just can’t tell. I guess that’s one way to keep it fair. It wouldn’t be Jeopardy if all they asked were questions about presidents or Shakespeare, although sometimes it feels like it. Lion likes opera questions. Sometimes he pulls answers out of thin air. Why would he know that? Beats me. He always says he’s not a dumb Lion when he gets an answer right. I never said he was.

If Zapardy gets his motor running, I can give him his long-awaited orgasm. He’ll say waiting is harder for him than for me, but I like when he comes too. Sure, maybe it’s not as urgent a need, but I like his cream filling.

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Mrs. Lion wrote about our attempt to sell our camper. A neighbor came by saying that he wondered if it was for sale. We discussed selling it with our truck as a package deal. That’s what got me moving and made me decide to place an ad on Craigslist. We got two responses so far. One was the couple who decided to pass. The other was from an obvious scam to get our home address. The neighbor is still interested, so who knows.

I haven’t been very interested in sex. I don’t know why, but Mrs. Lion is convinced it is a temporary setback. She’s usually right about those things. I’m not so sure right now. We’ll find out. Playing Zapardy often helps me refocus on sex when I’m distracted by life. I am distracted by the need to sell our truck and camper. I’m also working on a different book. I’m discouraged by the rejection letters I’ve gotten for my first one. Writing may not be my forte after all.

We don’t usually get much mail from readers. The mail contains offers to write posts or advertise products when we do. We got two from guys asking for advice on BDSM stuff like mouth-soaping and whipping in the past week. Is this a sign that our readership is shifting? For the record, we don’t answer those requests. I wonder how they find us. They probably Google the kink they want to learn about. That’s what I do. But I don’t assume the author of a post or page about the subject is open for business offering free advice. Oh well. Maybe I’m extra grumpy because I need an orgasm.

When we showed our trailer to the prospective buyers, I got nostalgic about our trips with it. I loved exploring new, wild places. Washington has wonderful state parks. One of my favorites is way up in the state’s northeast corner. It’s high in the Cascade Mountains (about 3,000 ft). There’s a beautiful lake filled with rainbow trout. A nearby quarry (also state-owned) lets you prospect for fossils. Everyone finds some. It’s the site of an ancient lake. That was a real blast. The area also has gold mines. You can’t visit one even if you promise not to take home a sample, but the signs of gold mining are everywhere. We visited some small towns across a mountain pass (7,000 ft ). We even found a little casino.

This was just one destination. It’s a long, seven-hour drive to get there. I really love that campground and the surrounding area. Maybe if we can’t sell the camper, we can take it out one last time. It’s probably not a good idea. I’m enough of a burden to Mrs. Lion when we are home to add the load of helping me on the road. Oh well. I have such great memories. [Mrs. Lion — The hardest part would be helping Lion in and out of both the truck and camper. Once he’s in, he’s fine. Of course, having to do all the driving myself would be a bummer.]

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I didn’t write a post yesterday because I didn’t really have anything to say. Since Lion didn’t want any hanky-panky last night, I don’t have anything to say today either. However, if I don’t write a post, I’ll get in the habit of not writing them and then, you know me, inertia will take over. So, here I am, writing a post about nothing.

The other day, someone expressed interest in our camper. We’ve been trying to figure out how to get rid of the camper for a long time. Finally, we decided to try to get rid of it as a combo. Lion put an ad on Craigslist and today we had a retired couple look at it. After an hour and a half of looking and looking and thinking and looking and talking, they decided to pass on it. One of their concerns was the cleanliness of the camper. Given the fact that it’s been sitting for two years and we haven’t done a thing to it to really get it ready for sale, it looks pretty darn good. Anyway, I have to make up time with work and I have a headache. Both of those things would have been manageable if they had purchased it. Now they’re just super annoying.

I’m sure I’ll be better by the time Lion wants to play later. Last night we lapsed into the same old, same old of not playing early. When I approached Lion after dinner, he said he was too full to do anything. I get it. I was pretty full too, but I was willing to give it a shot. Maybe tonight I’ll actually remember to put the shock collar on him in time for Jeopardy. We haven’t done that in a long time. I’m sure Lion hasn’t missed it. I can only imagine what it feels like to have a jolt sent through one of your most sensitive areas. No, thank you. Luckily, I don’t have to deal with that.

I don’t know if Zapardy will be enough foreplay for Lion. He really needs an orgasm. Well, I really need him to have one. I’m sure he agrees.