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In: Sex, Lion's Journal
sub sandwich
This is a full loaf of Italian bread with meat and stuff inside. Amazingly good bakery.

Yesterday, we went into the city to get a piece of art framed. Since we were going there, we decided to stop at our favorite bakery (only real bakery we’ve found so far in the Seattle area). They make what they call a small sub sandwich. It’s a full loaf of Italian bread with lots of meat and veggies. The bread is perfect and the sandwich can feed two hungry lions if they are being piggy. We were.

It was a fun outing. We found a bagel store for our favorite bagel bakery. That’s a big deal because Seattle thinks bagels are just round pieces of bread with a hole in the middle. This one company makes real, New York style bagels. So, we stopped and stocked up. Then, when we got home, I browsed Amazon and discovered that Amazon Fresh has a limited offer to give $30 off an order of $100 or more. Cool! This offer is very limited so if you are a Fresh customer, check it out. We ordered $100 of groceries and got them for $70.

If you don’t live where Amazon offers this service, it’s a complete supermarket that’s online. They have special delivery trucks that come at a time you select. It’s great. The prices are very good and the product range is excellent.  I used search to locate Magnum ice cream bars. In addition to the ice cream, Magnum, extra large condoms came up. Mrs. Lion laughed and said, “You don’t need them,”

I hope she was referring to my vasectomy, not my anatomy. Oh well. Of course she has a point. This year I had 21 hand jobs, 14 blow jobs, and one vaginal orgasm. In case you care, my average wait this year is 5.42 days (That’s 5 days, 10 hours and 48 minutes, not that I keep track). Spreadsheets are wonderful things!

As usual, I have no idea what Mrs. Lion has in store for me. Her post yesterday was about her doctor visit and sleep problems. I’ve had trouble sleeping without pharmaceutical help since my arm was injured nearly two years ago. My snoring has gone down a lot. Mrs. Lion’s has increased. I’m all in favor of her getting more information from a qualified physician.

I’m writing this post on Saturday afternoon. I’m not sure what tonight will bring. Happily, I’m horny even though it is just two days since my last ejaculation. I was horny yesterday too. Go figure.

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In: Lion's Journal, BDSM, Chastity games

Enforced chastity doesn’t have to be a long-term kink. The famous CB2000, the forerunner of the popular CB6000 chastity device, was invented for weekend chastity play. At the time of its invention (the mid-1990’s) the chastity device market was mostly belts or uncomfortable tubes. Any quality device was custom made; expensive and with long lead time before delivery. The inventor of the CB device, decided to make his own. He also figured out a way to make it “adjustable”. Essentially, it was one size fits all.

Now, there are other chastity “kits” that contain multiple base rings and spacers. More common are off-the-shelf devices that allow you to specify base ring size and then mate it with a cage that is offered in several lengths and widths. This is perfectly adequate for short term wear. A very large range of chastity devices is available at dhgate.com. Many of these are cheap enough to be used once or twice and discarded. They offer an opportunity to try enforced male chastity before committing more than a few bucks.

Almost everything you find on the Internet talks, including this blog, talks about long term enforced male chastity. I’ve been practicing for almost five years. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t great opportunities to play with this kink.

The entire point of it is male sexual surrender. By wearing a chastity device and giving someone the only key to the lock, you effectively hand that person your ability to use your penis for anything but peeing. You can’t get hard. You can’t ejaculate. Sex is completely under the control of the keyholder. I find that a very exciting idea.

Many guys would like to experience this but aren’t prepared to make their surrender permanent. That’s fine. Enforced male chastity is a fun form of sexual bondage. Lock up your cock and then “earn” the ability to get off. Lots of possibilities must come to mind. A couple could spend a very fun weekend with the caged male earning his ability to get hard and come.

You don’t have to be caged for years. You don’t have to become a sexual slave. You can just get an inexpensive chastity device and add it to your toybag. She can lock it on when you get home from work on Friday and tease  you until Sunday nght, when, if you’re a good boy, she unlocks you and lets you come.

It never has to go any further than that. Just because some of us are under permanent control, doesn’t mean you can’t use the same stuff to spice up your sex life. Have fun!

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In: Lion's Journal, Punishment, Spanking

We’ve been wrestling with the maintenance spanking concept. Our maintenance spankings over the last weeks went from very infrequent to twice weekly. The problem, for me at least, is that these are full-scale punishment spankings. They have been getting progressively more severe each time I get one. This is planned. Mrs. Lion is perfecting her technique and I am learning to hold still.

Now that she is at a stage where I am really being punished, maintenance spankings are truly hard to take. I know, I know, they’re supposed to be. I mentioned to Mrs. Lion that if I’m being punished twice a week for practice, breaking a rule has no real consequence because I will be beaten anyway.

If these spankings, even if intense, were within my comfort zone for pain, then maintenance spankings would be exciting for me. Mrs. Lion calls spankings at that level “funishment”. Even though I hate them, they still turn me on to anticipate and remember.

At their current level, spankings go well past the funishment level. That’s good. It’s exactly what we both want. I know Mrs. Lion is successful because I am now in phase two of spanking reactions: I’m angry while she is spanking me.

The anger starts well past the point where she used to stop. This isn’t a dangerous anger. I’m not going to attack her. I feel angry that I am allowing myself to go through this. I don’t know if Mrs. Lion can sense when I reach this stage. If she does, it is the perfect time to remind me that the spanking is my fault. I misbehaved and if I don’t want more, then I have to learn not to do it again. It’s also a good time to require me to answer questions like, “Do you know why I’m spanking you?, Tell me what you did to deserve this.” It’s extremely humiliating to have to answer while being swatted. Any delay of response gets a very hard swat to remind me to speak up. You get the idea.

If my anger is turned back to myself for misbehaving, the spanking becomes a stronger incentive to behave. If there. Is no reminder, I tend to be angry that I allowed myself to let her spank me. My anger is at the spanking, not my behavior. It’s still effective. I do know why I’m being punished. But if the primal reaction to the pain can be redirected at teaching me to correct my offense, the conditioning is better.

Yesterday, Mrs. Lion told me that “maintenance” spankings would be “random”. She said that she would spank me if she doesn’t t like my behavior even if I don’t break a rule. Even if she labels it a maintenance spanking, in reality I’m being punished for displeasing her. This is exactly what she should do as my disciplining wife. It’s an evolutionary step in our female led relationship with discipline. It’s a move away from rules-based discipline to a more organic and natural expression of displeasure. Long ago, we agreed this was where we would like to go. We also agreed that punishment would be truly unpleasant for me. Neither of us was sure we would ever get there.

The rules were the start. This new idea could be progress toward our original goal. Certainly, the spankings are evolving. We may even get past the anger to the submission phase. That is the most transformational stage of spanking. It is the transition from mental rebellion to acceptance. It manifests itself differently for each individual. Some produce tears, others beg abjectly, some just silently accept their fate. I have no idea how I will behave. As we evolve, I will find out.

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In: Lion's Journal

Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday talked about how my insecure feelings Tuesday night, were due to the fact that she didn’t tease me and spent her time in her iPad. When I told her how I was feeling, I did mention that as a possible cause. I wasn’t implying that she had to change in order for me to feel better.

It’s not that simple. She generally claims that if I’m busy watching TV then her iPad, Facebook, and other activities amount to the same thing. It doesn’t feel the same to me. For one thing, the TV is about 12 feet away and visible to both of us. Her iPad isn’t. I feel that I am interrupting her if I want to talk because she is concentrating on her tablet. My TV viewing isn’t terribly focused and I can pause or rewind at any time.

I watch TV because I have a very low social media profile. I don’t particularly like video games. I could read a book, but that would make me just as inaccessible as Mrs. Lion. Generally, her game playing doesn’t disturb me. On Tuesday it did. More about that in a bit.

I love it when we snuggle or hold hands. The contact means a lot to me on a very deep, emotional level. For the record, I wasn’t particularly horny on Tuesday night. I mentioned the sexual touching because for me, it’s absence appeared to be a symptom of change. I don’t know why I occasionally feel insecure. I don’t necessarily recognize it when it starts. But a sure sign of it is when I feel a separation because Mrs. Lion doesn’t seem to want to interact with me.

Insecurity isn’t something I feel all that often; isolation is. I’m fairly social. My work, while affecting a lot of people, is usually solitary. When I work from home, I feel even more isolated. Most of the people I need to meet with are far away. Where I sit makes no difference. If there’s cell service, I can even work from our camper when we’re away.

We were together over a week on our vacation. I certainly wasn’t starved for Mrs. Lion’s company. So my feelings had no basis in physical fact. Something inside me made me worry. Little things started looking like signs confirming my bad feelings. It wasn’t some sort of mental break, but I got worried.

There is some basis for my concerns. Mrs. Lion provides me with sexual satisfaction but wants none for herself. It makes me feel that I am taking without giving back. Asking for anything sexual makes me feel greedy and spoiled. Our power exchange is an important way we deal with this significant inequality.

That doesn’t stop me from worrying and feeling selfish. The idea that she can feel perfectly fine providing me with release with none for herself is impossible for me to understand on a gut level. I don’t know how to “get over” this. Most of the time I’m fine, but under the surface, I feel selfish.

So, once in a while it bubbles up to the surface. None of this is her fault. In some ways our power exchange can work against me when I’m insecure. Is firm assertion of her authority, and by extension, her love, a way to snap me out of it? I’m doubtful but I’m truly not in a good position to judge. Should she have spanked me on Tuesday night? Would that have been the magic I needed? I don’t know.

I’m writing this on Wednesday afternoon. Mrs. Lion promised me a spanking for upsetting her. I’m not looking forward to it. I’m not supposed to.