It’s been a month since my Brazilian waxing. Mrs. Lion did a very good job. Hair is starting to return to my balls. I can also feel some on my thighs and legs. A few hairs are returning to my chest as well. It may be time for a rewax.

The hair I can see is definitely finer and softer. It’s also not coming back in the quantity that was removed. Mrs. Lion’s job will be a lot easier in maintenance mode. I’m happy with how I look. Mrs. Lion hasn’t commented. Even if she decides to let some of my hair grow back, I doubt it will be as thick.

This is the last day of our vacation. We drive home today. It’s been a very nice trip. Even though it was cool and cloudy most of the time, we had a great time prowling around the area. Once we get home, we’ll be winterizing our camper. This is our last camping trip of the year. I’m sorry to see the summer end. It’s my favorite season of the year.

I’m hoping we will play more. I think we should go back to our Box O’Fun. It’s hazardous to me since there are quite a few cards in it that hurt quite a bit. Despite that, I love the suspense of gambling with BDSM. Now that 2.0 is fully resident, I have no doubt that I will suffer even the most vicious activity in the box if I pick it.

I’m brave now. I might regret that I asked for the box to return. That, believe it or not is also part of the fun. Right? Maybe. I think so. Well, maybe I spoke too fast.

Mrs. Lion has been thinkng about my suggestion that orgasms be used as rewards. She seems to be stuck on the idea that if orgasms are rewards, I can only have one when I do something extraordinary. I admit that I hadn’t thought that through.

Over the last three years, I’ve gotten an orgasm on average, a bit more than once a week (6 days). Recently, I’ve gotten them even more frequently. I am very happy with this state of affairs.

Saturday night, Mrs. Lion gave me a wonderful oral orgasm. I didn’t earn it by doing anything special. As I look back on the day, there really wasn’t any opportunity to earn that very wonderful orgasm. I’m not sure I like the idea of tying orgasms to my behavior, after all.

That doesn’t mean it was a bad idea. It isn’t. There’s a lot more to think about if it has a chance of fitting into our lives.

Giving me orgasms are acts of love from Mrs. Lion. Is it fair to turn them into currency? It’s repurposing something we both treasure. We both have a large emotional investment in those intimate moments.

I was wrong that orgasms are the polar opposite of spankings. I thought they were because one is total joy and the other massive pain. Yin and Yang. Both are messages of love from Mrs. Lion. They are similar but not the same at all.

OK, maybe orgasms shouldn’t be currency that rewards a good boy then what should? Mrs. Lion proposed withholding edging when I’m naughty. That’s reasonable. Maybe something less extreme could be my reward.

I admit it, I don’t have a clue what that should be. Apparently, it’s much more difficult to reward me than punish me. I guess I’m spoilt. Any thoughts?

It’s Saturday here at the seaside. Days start out cloudy with a little rain. As the day goes on, the sky slowly clears. This is typical of the Pacific coast. As an East Coast lion, I’m used to the winds blowing from the west which makes the shore warm and sunny. Here, the west wind comes off the ocean carrying cool air and clouds.

We’ve been spending our mornings in the camper watching TV. Mrs. Lion isn’t sleeping well and doesn’t seem inclined to play. This is our normal pattern when we vacation. I’m not complaining. I’ve been tired too. Since I got that reward orgasm on Thursday night, I haven’t been particularly horny. No harm, no foul.

We’re enjoying the local area. It’s fun to be by the sea. I also have a feeling of suspense. You know, in the movie when the girl wades into the calm sea. Any second, Jaws will devour her. We wait with an increasing sense of dread.

Mrs. Lion has a very large variety of lion torture items with her. She has a duffel filled with paddles, rope, clothespins, anal insertables, and other unknown-to-me pain provoking toys. I never know when she might decide to burrow into her larder and come out with an unexpected surprise for me.

As of now, I’m happy to be vanilla. I’m looking forward to some New England clam chowder at a local eatery. It’s one of the best chowders I’ve ever eaten. I also hope we can go down the tourist street here and get some chocolate salt-water taffy. Ok, my ambitions are minor; but this is, after all, vacation.

Anyway, it’s still early in the day. We’ll be going to soon for some chowder, I hope. I have no idea what the afternoon and evening will bring. With a little patience, we’ll both find out.

(Saturday 10:30 pm) The day passed quietly. We did some explorations in a neighboring state. We like prowling around to see what might be fun or good to eat. While driving, Mrs. Lion told me that she forgot to let me know that I have to wear a diaper while in the trailer. I groaned.

When we got back, she told me to put a diaper on. She said I have to wear it after I pee until I need to pee again. Then I can pee in the new one. A little later she told me that I can change the wet diaper after I pee. I’m thankful for small things. I don’t want to be diapered; not even a little.

But then, nobody asked me.

I got my first “good boy” orgasm on Thursday night. Mrs. Lion went right to work and didn’t stop until I came. It took quite a while. I wasn’t feeling it. I don’t think she did anything wrong. I just wasn’t in the mood. The orgasm felt very good of course.

As it turns out, this was the exact situation I wrote about in my post yesterday. Even though I had waited more than a week, I wasn’t really in the mood at the moment Mrs. Lion decided to get me off. It happens.

Friday, I wasn’t horny. That too is expected. Getting an orgasm reward isn’t that appealing. Again, no surprise there. I don’t think this is a problem. When we first started our FLRD (Female Led Relationship with Discipline), I wasn’t particularly concerned about being spanked. The punishments weren’t very severe. It didn’t matter.

The spankings were severe enough to make an impression. More importantly, I was punished each and every time I broke a rule. Almost without me noticing,  I was conditioned not to do the prohibited behavior. So, if I’m not particularly interested in getting off, it might not matter either.

That’s the thing about conditioning; my conscious cooperation isn’t needed. If, in fact, Mrs. Lion reaches my lizard brain directly, it will move me the direction Mrs. Lion wants.

This may seem way out. But it’s backed by solid behavioral.science. It might be considered a form of sexual brain washing. Of course, it isn’t. But it is conditioning. I’m pretty sure it will work if we keep it up. Well, I have to keep it up. Mrs. Lion just has to do it.

Submission is active obedience. In its pathological form, it’s destructive obedience. That’s the sort of stuff that BDSM horror stories are about. Constructive submission improves both dominant and submissive. It makes the submissive a better, more-complete person, and the dominant into a loving, loved leader.

We have work to do. As Mrs. Lion pointed out. That will take some serious thought. Perhaps we should start the way we did with punishment: Mrs. Lion selects chores I don’t like doing and make successfully completing them as orgasm-worthy. Failing to complete successfully would earn a punishment; the carrot and the stick.