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njoy butt plug
Mrs. Lion had the energy to plug my ass with this toy on Sunday night. It felt good and made me feel more connected to my lioness.

We had a really great weekend. Mrs. Lion did a lot of work that resulted in me having a new credenza in my home office that will allow us to put away a lot of stuff still in boxes. She also worked in the living room and we can actually get in now and start unpacking there too. I’m very happy she did all that work and sorry I couldn’t do too much to help.

Despite all this nesting activity, Mrs. Lion found time to insert the Njoy butt plug both Saturday and Sunday nights. I had a little discomfort on the way in and out. That’s to be expected. It was fine once in and actually felt good. The Njoy butt plug is solid metal, stainless steel. It’s very heavy and the weight feels good nestling inside me. Mrs. Lion was too tired to begin the anal training.

Based on the discomfort I feel when I have to accept the conical shape of the plug and then it’s removal, I’m starting to understand why using plugs instead of dildos is the best way to do anal training. Mrs. Lion said that she likes using her fingers. She says it feels very intimate. I agree. I don’t get hard when she does that, but I imagine I will if she wants to work on that with me.

She also wants to peg me. I think that’s a great idea too. So far, she has not expressed any interest in doing it with a strap-on. I’m hoping at some point she will. Nevertheless, if she uses her hands to peg me the sensation is the same for me. I’m glad that she enjoys these anal activities. She’s absolutely right about the intimate feelings this play produces. I feel it as well. It’s a connection that may be similar to what a woman feels when a man is inside her.

This may be a little difficult to understand. In my case, once I get past the pain of her fingers or an object entering me, I feel a sense of closeness, of being possessed. She is inside my body and possesses me in a way no one else can. It isn’t the pain of entry and removal so much. It’s the fact that we are connected. It doesn’t matter that this connection is via a very unusual place. It’s just that she is possessing me and I am helping her do it.

I’m not entirely sure how all these emotional/physical/sexual sensations arrange themselves. But I do know that I get turned on thinking of being penetrated. A lot of people blur the amazing depth of these feelings by simply labeling them as “submissive”. Yes, letting someone insert things into my ass is definitely what the Internet folks call submissive. But that’s almost trivializing a much deeper, emotional experience. Skipping the reference to submission, anal activity is deeply sexual.

The big word here is “accept”. As a male I usually expect my mate to accept my penis inside her. It’s very intimate, of course. I am penetrating her body and she is willingly accepting me. This is my genetic programming; my role if you will. Now, the tables have turned. While my sexual equipment doesn’t permit accepting her into me the way I can enter her, my willing acceptance of her hand, toy, etc. into my anus is certainly an analog to her accepting my penis in her vagina. Actually, she has enjoyed accepting my penis in her anus as well. That’s not only analogous to my experience, it’s identical. Clearly there is a sexual and intimate connection with our rear ends.

I think that tangling these experiences with BDSM trivializes the significance of these activities. Women understand the significance of allowing another person into their bodies. That’s why rape is such a serious offense. It’s the ultimate violation of the most intimate activity a woman can enjoy. As a male, allowing my mate inside me is just as intimate and emotionally important.

I’ve always focused on the purely physical/BDSM submissive qualities of anal play. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t. Mrs. Lion brought out a much more significant dimension to these activities. She identified the sense of intimacy she got when penetrating me. Once she mentioned that, I realized that I feel the same thing. Yes it’s painful at times. The pain doesn’t mean that the activity is wrong. It’s just my body adjusting to something unexpected. It’s no different than learning a sport. There will be considerable pain as your body adjusts to the new activities.

Once I get past the pain and adjustments, I feel a deep sense of sexual intimacy. I feel a new, deeper connection to my mate. She feels it too. I knew a woman years ago who always made fisting her partner the first thing she did with any man she wanted to have a physical relationship with. I never understood why she wanted to take that considerable time and effort to get her entire hand up his ass. I know it wasn’t a desire to dominate him. He may have felt that way, but I know she didn’t. She didn’t label why she wanted to do this. She just said that it was very important to her.

I think Mrs. Lion and I are starting to understand why people learn to love anal play. In the beginning it may be an expression of dominance and submission. There’s no question that it’s uncomfortable at first. However, some people make this stuff a regular part of their sexual connection. I finally understand why.

Mrs. Lion was exhausted on Sunday night. Nevertheless, she inserted the Njoy butt plug. I understood that this was as much sexual activity as she could manage. Under different circumstances I might have felt a little cheated. I had to endure the discomfort of anal training without the payoff of getting my penis stimulated.

I didn’t feel that way on Sunday night. I felt warm and loved with that plug nestled inside me. Would I have enjoyed being masturbated? Of course. Did I feel badly that my penis did not even get touched by Mrs. Lion? To my surprise, I didn’t. I was happy that she put something inside me.

Some people will say that’s me acting like a female. We associate uncomplaining acceptance of insertion a female attribute. After all, we males are the penetrators. I think that’s a very narrow perspective. I don’t consider myself submissive. I recognize that welcoming Mrs. Lion inside me is analogous to what a woman does. So what! It’s what I do too. It’s a connection between us. It doesn’t require either of us to be sexually aroused. It could very well result in sexual activity, but it doesn’t have to.

I’m hers. Happily, I have the ability to penetrate and be penetrated. I’m learning to enjoy being the catcher instead of the pitcher. Eventually, it won’t hurt. I’ll learn to accept penetration comfortably. Then we can both enjoy this amazing intimacy without any discomfort on my part. I look forward to that.

My role has changed. Mrs. Lion doesn’t enjoy being penetrated. She does enjoy penetrating me. My penis gets stimulated and I get to ejaculate without penetration. This has been the case for several years. I’ve learned to accept this change and even enjoy it. Now that Mrs. Lion is making a renewed effort at our anal connection, we can restore an important piece of sexual intimacy by reversing our sexual roles. That doesn’t turn her into a male or me into a female. It just rearranges the way we use our equipment. The result is a combination of sexual pleasure for me and a strong sense of intimacy for both of us. I am excited by the prospect of learning to comfortably accept Mrs. Lion penetrating me. I know it will happen and it will add to both of our pleasure.

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In: Lion's Journal, Body Hair Removal, diapers
lion in hisdiaper
My funishment for forgetting punishment day is (at least) Sunday in diapers.

Here we go again! Mrs. Lion is back to her old self. The stress level feels much lower and I’m spending Sunday (at least) in a diaper. Yes, I earned it. I forgot to remind her on Saturday that it was punishment day. Fortunately, this is not a spankable offense anymore. However, there is a penalty. As you can see in the image on the right, I am wearing Depends all day. Mrs. Lion has a particularly cruel twist to the game — that’s what makes it a punishment — she makes me keep wearing it until it’s sufficiently wet and I am ready to urinate again. Then, I can remove the wet diaper, put on a dry one, and relieve myself. That way I end up spending the entire time in a wet diaper. Fortunately, the only diapers she could find today are high-capacity overnight diapers. These leave me feeling drier than the daytime version I usually have to wear.

Wearing a dry pair actually feels pretty good. They’re soft and warm. Any other time, I am naked. It’s a little ironic that the two penalties I’ve endured (panties yesterday and diaper today), both leave me more covered than usual. This is more than made up for by the extra weight and general yuckiness of dealing with a pee-soaked diaper squishing under me when I sit down. I’m sure this is more than you wanted to know.

Along with the aforementioned penalties, there is a general lightness around here. We went to IKEA on Saturday and bought a piece of furniture for my office. It was a nice trip for both of us. Even though nothing has changed in our physical world, I feel much closer and lighter. I hate to admit it, but I need the sort of things Mrs. Lion is doing to me once again. I’m not sure if she will admit it, but I think she likes it too. She gets a little smile when she sees me wearing a diaper.

lion's hairless versus hairy legs
What do you think? Mrs. Lion is trying to decide if she prefers my legs (chest too), hairy or hairless.

I asked her about  more waxing. She’s considering it. She said that she’s not sure whether or not she wants me to be furrier. She’s trying to decide if she prefers hair on my chest and legs. My legs are pretty hairy. My vote is for no hair. However, I don’t get a vote. I like no chest, leg, or underarm hair. I’ve been hairless between my paws for decades. I can’t even imagine myself with a full set of pubic hair. In fact, when Mrs. Lion was unable to wax me, only a little patch grew back above my penis. However, my balls and perineum got quite hairy. Not having hair in my crack makes it much easier to stay clean. I guess it’s just a matter of preference. However, in this case, it’s entirely up to Mrs. Lion.

It feels good to be thinking about these relatively trivial things. I hate to admit it, but I like sitting in this diaper too. It’s not that I like diapers, I just like the interaction with my lioness. I hope there’s lots more to come.

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Mrs. Lion has been writing about reviving some of our past activities. I’m writing this post at noon on Saturday. When we got up this morning, she mentioned that she’s going to go look for the bag that contains my panties. As far as I’m concerned, they can stay lost. Wearing panties is not only humiliating but also pretty uncomfortable.

She’s also discussing reinstating my anal training. In her post yesterday, she mentioned that she may not want to fist me, but she definitely wants me to learn to take larger objects and have her peg me. Then she went on to say that having fingers up my ass is a very intimate activity not unlike me having my penis inside of her. I suppose it is. It’s absolutely intimate. I think it’s a lot less comfortable for me then when she has my penis inside her. Oh well. I agree anal activities forces both of us to be very close to one another and share a most intimate-if-uncomfortable activity.

It’s a little ironic when she wants me to wear women’s underwear. Normally, I’m completely naked at home. In fact, I haven’t had a stitch of clothing on since last Wednesday when I went for physical therapy. But I get it. Even though panties or, for that matter, a diaper, covers me up, they do so in a way I certainly didn’t select for myself.

This is the Digit vibrator by Hot Octopuss. It is intended as a woman’s toy, but Mrs. Lion thinks she can wear it on a finger and put that finger on my penis where it gets me most excited while she jerks me off.

Sometimes people are confused by why we do these things. One reason is that I find it a turn-on when Mrs. Lion flexes her muscles this way. Another is that the bottom in me enjoys the humiliation and discomfort. This isn’t totally true of anal training. I get a real sense of accomplishment when Mrs. Lion is able to use something larger without me having a lot of pain. It feels like I am giving her something. I also like that it doesn’t matter to her whether or not I like it or not. It’s something she wants to do, and therefore, she will do it. I really encourage her to behave this way. I love it in her and I think it’s good for both of us.

If she can find the bag of women’s underwear, I imagine I will be wearing them for a good part of the weekend. I will certainly be carrying a heavy Njoy butt plug up my ass for several hours later today. If she has the time and energy, Mrs. Lion will also be removing more of my body hair. Right now, I am luxuriating by sitting naked in my desk chair sharing my thoughts with you.

Mrs. Lion is also considering a hybrid approach to edging me. She got the idea that if she had a vibrator that attaches to her finger, she can use the force of the vibrator and the attention of her hand in a modified hand job. It sounds very interesting. I showed her a product that might work. It’s called the Digit. It’s a vibrator that fits over the finger. The people who make it intended as a woman’s toy. The idea is that she can use her finger on her clit while the vibe is providing stimulation through her finger. Mrs. Lion’s idea is that the same can be true of me if she applies that finger to the right spot on my penis. It sounds exciting.

I’m very happy that Mrs. Lion is thinking about things we can do together. I know this is difficult for her because sex is strictly one-way with us. I believe that she is coming to see that while I get sexual pleasure, she gets a sense of increased intimacy. She also gets more of a sense of control. I suspect the control is less interesting to her than the intimacy. I’m very glad that she can find pleasure in things she does to me.

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lion in women's crotchless panties
One funishment that is both uncomfortable and humiliating is to have to wear women’s underwear like these crotchless panties I had to model.
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Mrs. Lion and I discussed my proposal about a two-tier system to handle any infractions I may commit. We both like the “play” rules and the resulting punishments I get. We also agree that the more serious infractions require real spankings. Now that we’ve untangled the two very different sorts of ways I can earn punishment, there is a much lighter atmosphere here. Mrs. Lion is particularly happy that she can resume play spankings. She also said that she resolves to be much more observant about real infractions and punish them promptly.

There has always been a sort of game aspect to our FLRD (Female Led Relationship with Discipline). It’s very hard to get too serious about me spilling some salsa on my shirt. Of course, we recognize that infractions like this were training wheels to help us develop good habits in terms of observing infractions and then punishing them. Like I said yesterday (click here for post), the punishments became very inappropriate because they rose to the level of true domestic discipline.

Mrs. Lion also agreed that for the most part, sentencing me to multiple days of spankings hasn’t worked out very well. By the time we get to the end of a series, I’ve pretty much forgotten why I was being punished. We’ve decided to adopt a system that other disciplinary couples use: The way to distinguish more severe offenses from lesser ones is by the length of the spanking. Mrs. Lion is very good at disciplinary spankings. From now on, she will set a timer for the length of the spanking I receive. She hasn’t decided what the base duration will be. I suggested five minutes. If an offense is more than minimally upsetting, Mrs. Lion will extend the spanking. She hasn’t determined what the increment will be. I suggested five minutes for each level of offense.

This is serious stuff. Five minutes of Mrs. Lion’s disciplinary spanking is not only very painful, but memorable for at least a couple of days. I can imagine how much I will hate 10 or 15 minutes. She also reserves the right to extend the punishment to another day in addition to the first spanking in the case where she is particularly upset by what I did. It’s possible for me to earn two long spankings if I do something particularly bad. I’m fine with this. It makes sense and lets the punishment fit the crime.

In the misdemeanor category, however, Mrs. Lion has the opportunity to give me “funishments”. These are things that I will most certainly not like, but fit into the category of the sort of play we have done in the past. An example of this would be to sentence me to wear a diaper day and night for two or three days. Another might be spending time in the corner on my punishment stool. You get the idea. The possibilities are endless.

The point is that I am being called out for breaking a rule. I will have to endure something I truly don’t like, but not exactly fear. I don’t like living in a diaper, for example, but thinking about it is pretty hot. I suppose being made to wear women’s panties is in the same category. Funishments represent a sort of BDSM approach to trivial rules. Mrs. Lion, of course, decides which rules are trivial and which are not. Funishments could also include spanking and then sitting on the punishment stool. The spanking would be more in line with the play spanking instead of the much more severe disciplinary one.

All of this is in very good accordance with our initial thinking about rules like spilling on my shirt. Mrs. Lion selected it because she knew I couldn’t help breaking it often. It gave her an opportunity to punish me. Until just now, the opportunity to punish me was used as a way to train her in true discipline. Over the last few months, I have to admit it felt pretty awful if I just got a drop of something on my shirt. Her disciplinary spankings had risen to the point that I was truly being punished.

The training wheels are officially off. We both want to continue with the somewhat silly rules because we both enjoy the resulting penalties I get. Neither of us enjoys the disciplinary spankings I can earn. We haven’t thought this through completely. I’m sure Mrs. Lion could use suggestions for funishments she can inflict on me. She could probably use some suggestions on new rules that would make it more likely I get in trouble. Of course, the kind of trouble I’m talking about doesn’t upset her and earns me the funishments that turned me on.

The ball, or more correctly, my balls are in your court. Give her your ideas.