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Today (when I’m writing this post) is the last day of September. It’s been 13 days since my last ejaculation. This is on track with my previous experiences. I have had 2 orgasms so far this month. I’ve been getting two orgasms a month for the last five months. I don’t think Mrs. Lion planned it, but she is very consistent. I’m most likely capable of having more than two. Apparently, she believes I don’t need more than that. Tonight should be another edging session.

Last night she edged me several times. We were both sweating when she decided to stop. I had fun and didn’t expect to be allowed to ejaculate. This sort of teasing is frustrating, of course. It’s also a fun way for Mrs. Lion to assert her control. I’ve learned that simply denying sexual activity, which is the classic male chastity scenario, is a game for one. The keyholder isn’t really asserting control as much as allowing her partner to live inside a sexual denial fantasy.

When frequent edging is introduced, the game goes from solo denial to a true power exchange. Each time Mrs. Lion teases me and brings me close to orgasm, I am reminded that she and she alone has the ability to give me sexual pleasure. This is very different from feeling that she has the power to deny orgasm. It goes from her preventing my pleasure to postponing it until she feels I should get it.

This goes against some fantasies. The idea that the keyholder is a cruel woman who enjoys seeing sexual suffering is hot to many men. I suppose I felt that way in the beginning. I saw Mrs. Lion as the dominant woman who denied me release. The regular edging changed my view. I see her as the only person who can give me release. Because she has a lot of contact with my penis, I know she is having fun by teasing me.  That feels very different than thinking she denies me.

I know she is having fun. I am, too, because being teased is fun all by itself. I know that eventually, she will let me ejaculate. I also know that the fun has to stop when she does until I am physically ready to come again. This takes several days. She has to decide how to balance getting me off with the daily opportunity to tease me.

Male chastity, the way we play it, is highly interactive. Mrs. Lion has at least as much contact with my penis as she would if we were orgasmic frequently. I’m not denied sex at all. I don’t get a chance to finish.

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In: Spanking

If you’ve been reading our blog for a while,  you know that I have a love-hate relationship with spanking. I asked Mrs. Lion to spank me almost twenty years ago. It took quite a while for Mrs. Lion to bring herself to the point of being able to hurt me. Since she reached that point, she’s worked to perfect her ability to make each punishment spanking memorable.

Since she’s perfected her craft, I’ve learned to hate it when she brings in the spanking bench. Her current approach to spanking me is very impersonal and business-like. Once she straps me to the bench, she goes to work. Lately, she begins with her largest paddle. It covers my entire bottom and is made from thick, zebrawood. If I were to offer my opinion, I’d suggest that she save that particular tool for later when I’m warmed up, and she can apply it forcefully. I have no idea what she uses after that. All I know is that it hurts a lot.

Every butt is different. Some go from pink to dark scarlet. Mine doesn’t. I get red, but not bright red. Instead, I develop little blisters and sore spots. I think they look worse than the red and black-and-blue of other rear ends. The areas with the little blisters feel leathery to the touch and very uncomfortably sensitive for me. I don’t bruise easily. Most of the time, when Mrs. Lion thinks she bruises me, none appear. Most paddles we have don’t seem capable of bruising easily.

One of the reasons she likes the “just because” spankings is that she gets to practice with different combinations of paddles. I dislike them because they are just as unpleasant as punishment. As it has turned out so far, each of the so-called “just because” spankings has been a real punishment. I’ve managed to annoy Mrs. Lion before each one. Ironically, she seems to have a problem telling me that the reason for the spanking is punishment for upsetting her. She tends to go to work on my butt silently.

Nevertheless, this is progress. She is spanking me and probably realizes that there is a reason she is doing it. Learning to observe and punish things I do to upset her is very difficult. I think she is becoming more aware when I do those things. She doesn’t seem willing to punish me when I do. I think it’s more difficult to learn to punish me for subjective offenses. In a way, it’s more important that she does. At least, that’s what I think.

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In: Lion's Journal
Caught in the act! This scumbag stole our packages on Monday. Recognize him? Please let us know. Click image to view full size. Feel free to spread the word.

Yesterday afternoon, a porch pirate stole packages from our front door. We have a Ring video doorbell, and it captured the theft. This is nice, but law enforcement doesn’t take crimes like this seriously. I filed a police report with the county sheriff. That’s as far as this will go. It doesn’t matter that I have clear images and videos of the crime. The sheriff doesn’t care.

OK, you could argue that stealing from a pair of lions isn’t important enough to get police attention. The chances are that this scumbag also robbed a dozen more houses yesterday. It doesn’t matter. We live in a white, middle-class neighborhood. Our property doesn’t matter. Sadly, my sex and ethnicity are wrong for garnering police attention.

We live in Washington state. Gun ownership is legal here. Mrs. Lion and I are seriously considering buying a firearm. It’s clear we live in the wild west and have to protect our property. I’m researching whether it is legal to shoot a porch pirate. I hope it is. Obviously, killing someone for stealing a package is a bit extreme. However, if the thieves learn that robbing lions can cost them their lives, they may not want to take the risk.

We aren’t violent and have always believed that guns are too easy to obtain. I still feel that way. I also know that I qualify as a responsible citizen who can get a weapon in any state. It makes me sad to think that I have no recourse other than to take the law into my own hands. The situation is that serious. Porch pirates have hit over 50% of Washington residents. The police do nothing more than amass statistics.

Criminals look for weakness in law enforcement and then exploit it. The cops aren’t making any attempt to curtail the situation. I guess we are on our own. What do you think, a shotgun or a revolver?

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In: Domestic discipline

We may have crossed a line. Mrs. Lion spanked me on Sunday night. She didn’t say why she was doing it. I assume it was for annoying her, but I’m not sure. I didn’t want to be spanked. I know, who would? I was seriously unhappy about it. Mrs. Lion stopped after five minutes. She declared that I would be feeling it when I sat down. For the record, she’s right. It was a seriously unpleasant experience.

After she finished, I said that I didn’t know if I wanted to be spanked anymore. She replied that if she didn’t spank me, what would she do if I broke a rule. I didn’t answer. I wondered if she was serious. It was the last thing I expected her to say. If she was, then we both crossed a line. I learned that I genuinely don’t want to be spanked. I’m not saying that I won’t find thinking about being spanked a turn-on. I hate being spanked.

If Mrs. Lion meant what she said, she has decided that punishing me is a real part of our marriage, not just an activity I asked her to do for me. I always assumed that if I got tired of domestic discipline, she would stop. Based on Sunday night, she won’t.

At the time we began domestic discipline, I agreed that my consent wasn’t revokable. The reason for this is that if I was serious about needing discipline, I had to recognize that a  time would come when Mrs. Lion would perfect punishment, and I would almost certainly want out.

This isn’t like male chastity, which is a sex game that is male-initiated. Ending the game isn’t a life-changing decision. Ending domestic discipline is. I get it. I surrendered control. Mrs. Lion is in charge and can punish me as she sees fit. The fact that she punishes me in a way that makes me seriously unhappy isn’t a reason for her to stop. It’s a reason for me to understand that DD isn’t a game. If I displease her or fail to obey her, I’m going to be unhappy. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to work?

I realize that most of the people who write about DD aren’t completely serious about it. The sexual component drives it. That’s how it has been for us. The “just because” spankings are intended to recharge my sexual batteries as well as to remind me what happens if I misbehave. I’m not saying that Mrs. Lion should stop administering them. I hope they will be much less frequent.

If Mrs. Lion is serious, the chances are good that I will be punished frequently until I learn not to interrupt her. I have to be much more careful about her feelings when we talk. I support this. If she is working to catch me, she will also become more aware of what bothers her. Expressing her feelings is very healthy. Whether I like it or not, punishing me for upsetting her is good for both of us.

I guess we’ve finally gotten to the point where domestic discipline is truly effective. It’s taken a long time, but we are there. I have to admit that I’m not very happy about it.