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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Sex

I have been in a reflective mood. Maybe holidays bring it on, or perhaps it’s just time catching up to me. It’s pretty obvious that I’m not a typical male, or anything else. Yes, I’m heterosexual without any weird pronouns to affix to my name. I’m also comfortable with people who have other ideas about sex and sexuality. After all, who am I to throw stones? Truth is, I’m busy enough being me to have any spare time to concern myself with how I think others should be.

Fate has been good to me. The Universe has granted almost all my wishes, even the truly stupid ones. I have few regrets. Most of mine are about things I like not lasting long enough. For example, my triad with a lesbian couple. It lasted a little less than two years. At first, it was about sex. I had the first penis they ever experienced. Well, you know what made it hot for me. After a while, we all grew used to the sexual part. We settled into a comfortable routine. It ended when one of the women asked the other if she would honor an agreement they made before meeting me for the first time. They agreed that if one of them wanted to end the triad, the other would go along. It was a stupid thing to ask, but she did. The answer she got was, “No. I love him.” That set off a nuclear bomb that destroyed our triad. I had read that relationships like this usually fail due to jealousy. Mine did.

I can’t feel too badly about that ending. Look what I have now! Before Mrs. Lion, I was heavily into being a top/dominant. I had an excellent reputation in the BDSM (real life!) community. I had wondered about being a full-time master. There was something appealing about having a beautiful woman at my beck and call. The Universe heard me. A friend in the community called and said that there was a lifestyle, service slave who was in a bad situation and needed a master. Did I rub a magic lamp, or what?

I said that I was interested. I met her at a party. She was a former model and very sweet and pretty. I agreed to take her. Obviously, she agreed to be taken, but she hated thinking that way. She preferred the idea that I acquired her. We were together for almost ten years. There was more than pure BDSM to the relationship. There had to be. Unfortunately, we eventually broke up. I realized that I didn’t want a slave. I wanted a partner. She wanted to live in her fantasy. She left with my blessing.

At about the same time my slave left, I asked the Universe for a comfortable, loving relationship. I was willing to forgo BDSM for love and peace. The Universe answered. I found a personal ad from Mrs. Lion on a dating site. I was instantly drawn to her picture. It was a closeup of her smiling face. At the time, I wanted sex without complications. I wasn’t looking for someone to marry. But, I also craved the simple warmth of peaceful love.

Against all odds, we liked one another. There weren’t sparks and violin music when we met. We fucked and sucked and had orgasmic fun. The Universe came through! I was comfortable and satisfied being with her. At some point, we realized that we wanted to be together all the time. Mrs. Lion moved in. Shortly after that, we admitted that we were in love. I’m very sure that we were in love long before we admitted it.

I asked Mrs. Lion to marry me a year or two later. It wasn’t a driving need for either of us. I just realized that life would be simpler if she had the legal rights a wife gets in the event I got ill or died. I also wanted to make it harder for her to run away. That was over fifteen years ago. The Universe is very wise. It knew I needed BDSM. Somewhere along the way, I asked Mrs. Lion to do things to me. I decided I didn’t want to top. She was willing and did all sorts of nasty things to me because I asked.

Over seven years ago I suggested male chastity. She figured it was just one more thing I wanted to try and I would quickly get bored with it. To her surprise, I didn’t. In fact, we expanded activities to include domestic discipline and a female-led relationship — our version of one. It works for us. This time, it’s permanent.

All of these experiences, and many others, started as wishes on my part. One way or another, they got granted. I can’t explain it. All I can do is be grateful for the amazing adventures, especially the last one that brought the love of my life to me. Yup, the Universe has been good to me.

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In: Lion's Journal

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday, I got a most excellent Christmas Eve present from her: an orgasm. It was my first in December. I wasn’t sure I wanted any sex when she started to jerk me off. I had forgotten to set up the coffee pot. Mrs. Lion is mystified that I can forget something this simple. If I’m not in the kitchen during the day, I don’t see that it isn’t set up. This is a problem on weekends when our schedule is irregular. Anyway, she spanked me. I didn’t like that one bit and it didn’t put me in the mood for sex.

I wasn’t feeling particularly horny anyway. Clearly, that isn’t a requirement for sex. I’m easily convinced to become horny. Mrs. Lion had decided that this time would be a handjob. She hasn’t used her hand since June. It hurts her shoulder to jerk me off, so she substitutes oral sex. I’m not complaining. Oh no! Not me! Uh uh! I love blow jobs. Anyway, I suggested that she try the trusty Magic Wand. That’s always reliably gotten me off. She did and I had a great time. Then she switched to her hand. I could hardly feel it. The strong vibrations from the Magic Wand can numb my cock to less intense stimulation. So, I suggested she go back to the power tool. She did and she let me come.

I had a good time. It was a very nice Christmas Eve gift. We spent Christmas Day quietly. We made our traditional turkey breast with stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and gravy. The biggest treat is that we are together. In these times, being with my soulmate is the best gift of all. I hope your Christmas was happy too.

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In: Lion's Journal, Life with Mrs. Lion

Christmas Eve is here at last. Our turkey breast is defrosting in the fridge. We have the fixings for our Christmas dinner for two. We exchanged gifts earlier. Mrs. Lion got a twelve-inch iPad and I got the smaller one from Santa Lion. We are enjoying our gifts. We upgraded our computers too. Mrs. Lion had been using an old (6 years) HP all-in-one. It was so slow that she could hardly play her SIMS game. She now has a 6-core Dell with lots of memory and a solid-state disk. My computer is the same model but over five years old. I ordered a new one similar to Mrs. Lion’s. My new one will have 8 cores, 32 GB of memory, and a 1TB solid-state disk. If you are technically inclined, all this power is needed to support Photoshop, and get this, MS Word. Word eats up resources with its auto-update feature. While writing, I get frequent stutters. Hopefully, the new box will fix that.

We don’t have a tree. We haven’t had one in years. It seems like too much trouble just for us. One thing we have that has served us very well in the pandemic is our unsociable way of life. We are both very happy with each other’s company and being quarantined is our normal way of life. Tonight, we will snuggle and, if we have any, drink some eggnog. That’s a tradition we have enjoyed since we have been together. We may miss it this year because we don’t go out unless we have to.

The best Christmas gift for me is my life with Mrs. Lion. It seems so improbable that we would have met. We came from different worlds. Thanks to a dating site we connected. I have no idea why she agreed to meet me, but she did. I had absolutely no way of knowing how incredibly well we would fit together. I’ve always been attracted to tomboys. Mrs. Lion is most certainly a tomboy. She played soccer, loves football, and doesn’t mind getting dirty. She’s also developed into a frighteningly good spanker.

We both make sure that the last words we say to each other are “I love you.” It’s a sort of superstition of mine that if I don’t wake up, those will be the last words we share. It may sound sappy, but I go to sleep each night with a smile on my face. I look forward to waking up on Christmas morning next to the most wonderful gift in the world: my sweet lioness.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex

This is the time of year that you usually find heart-warming stories of generosity and love. From Dickens “T’was The Night Before Christmas” to O’Henry’s “Gift of the Magi,” sentimental tears are shed. This year, love and goodwill aren’t on many minds. Between a global pandemic and a crazy person in the White House, it’s nearly impossible for even died-in-the-wool optimists to crank up “It’s a Wonderful Life” and shed a tear when a bell rings and another angel gets his wings.

I admit that I’m an optimist, a glass-half-full guy. Even I find it hard to understand how to get through until the end of January. I’ve never counted the days until the presidential inauguration before, but I am now. No matter where I turn, I see the destruction caused by the combination of a lunatic and a virus. It’s a horserace which of the two has done more damage.

In the face of all this, I’m expected to write about sex. Well, maybe that’s going too far. I expect to write about it. As of yesterday, It’s been 23 days since my last orgasm. That’s a new record for us. Only one other time did I wait longer. That was due to surgery and the wait was 28 days. It’s not like I’m in a frenzy begging Mrs. Lion to end my misery. I’m not all that concerned. I can’t explain it, but I’m not.

Mrs. Lion has been trying to help change that. I’m not cooperating. I have posited that my work on my book has used up my sexual energy. That makes zero sense. If anything, it should be revving my engine. I’m sure that in due course Mrs. Lion will get me as frustrated as she likes. If she follows through with her threats of anal penetration and relocking in a chastity device, she will probably jump-start my libido. If not, it’s OK, I’ll just read The New York Times and cry.