Since he’s been horny lately, Lion is trying to come up with some way to convince me he should be caged. So far it isn’t working. He says it will guarantee that he keeps his hands off. Shouldn’t he be doing that anyway? He says it will avoid any slip-ups. Can’t I trust him anymore? I know he likes to be in the cage unless he doesn’t. I think he likes the idea of the cage more than he likes the cage itself. Maybe it’s like punishment.

Lion says he wants to be locked up again.

Oddly enough, he suggested I put the cage on and not take it off for a while. He’s trying to compromise so I don’t have to take it off and put it on so many times. The problem with that is that he doesn’t do very well when I ignore him. He craves attention anyway, but sexual attention is sort of like crack to him. He needs his fix regularly. If I locked him up last night and didn’t unlock him again until Friday, he’d be upset. I don’t think he’d be very happy if I only let him fester until tomorrow night. He’s horny, dammit! Why aren’t I playing with him?

Last night either he wasn’t as horny as the night before, or it was because I only pinched his nipples and didn’t go for a full-on BDSM session, but things didn’t seem as urgent. I did get him to the edge a few times, but eventually he just petered out. I asked if he was done and he admitted he was. I suppose we’ll know tonight if he’s still so horny he needs the cage or if he’s hit his plateau.

At a certain point, he loses interest. It usually doesn’t happen this quickly, but then again, he never took so long to be raging horny after an orgasm. I’m willing to bet it’s because we didn’t really play. He doesn’t like his “boobies” pinched and doesn’t consider it sexual. I teased him that he should get them pierced since he wrote about piercings the other day. He said they take a long time to heal. I have no idea why they’d take longer than anywhere else but I don’t really want him to get them pierced so I let it drop. I only said it to make pinching them feel a little more sexual. I guess it didn’t work.

Tonight, I’ll be sure to do something to him before I see if Mr. Weenie wants to come out to play. I don’t know if I’ll make him choose pegging or figging from the Box O’Fun or not. I think those may be the only choices left. I’m also thinking I could just return all the cards to the box and call it good. We can start over again and he’ll get a chance for something he likes. Although, I have been asking him what he wants and what he wants is for me to decide. So far, I’ve been nice. I haven’t pulled out the Velcro or tiny clothespins. I bet if I gave him the choice between something he wants and Velcro, he’d make a decision pretty quickly. And it wouldn’t be the Velcro.

Lion really wants to rub it. That’s really him.

Lion is a very horny boy right now. He’s very easily aroused and getting him to the edge is a breeze. In fact, I tease him that a slight breeze will push him over the edge. Last night he was pretty insistent that I should lock him up. So much so that he kept bringing it up. He said he didn’t know if I should trust him with a wild weenie. I left him wild.

There were two issues at play: First and foremost, I’m too lazy to drag out a cage and fumble around with lining everything up and getting the lock just so. Second, leaving him wild is a matter of trust. He may like being locked up, he may even think he needs to be locked up, but I should be able to trust him to keep his hands off my property. Actually, there is a third issue. If he gets himself off, we’re done; not the marriage, male chastity.

Whether or not I consider his masturbating to be cheating, the agreement has been that he doesn’t masturbate. He can adjust himself. He can get himself hard. But he can’t jerk himself off, even “just” to the edge. That’s my right. I’m the only one allowed to edge him or give him an orgasm. I take that very seriously. I hope he does too. [Lion — I do.]

The cage was necessary for the beginning. I had to make sure he didn’t falter. Being locked up was also a way to “force” me to give him attention. Since he couldn’t pleasure himself, I needed to do it for him. The cage was an inertia buster. Poor, locked up Lion needed relief. My weenie was in solitary confinement and needed an hour in the yard for recreation. Once Lion was trained (and me too to some extent), the cage was technically no longer necessary. During recuperation from surgeries and illnesses, the cage stayed off longer and longer. Lion still didn’t masturbate.

I suppose it could be good for both of us to revisit the cage from time to time. It’s great that he realized he might have a moment of weakness because he’s so horny. But I’m thinking the cage could be a crutch now. It’s an easy way out. Being super horny and still maintaining his composure is much more difficult. Instead of metal or plastic keeping his hands off, he has to fight against his own instincts. You can do it, Lion.

[Lion — I’m not really worried about getting myself off. Wearing a chastity device also prevents erections. It doesn’t prevent thinking arousing thoughts. It may be extra trouble for Mrs. Lion, but for me it is another powerful reminder that she is in charge. That, in itself, is a big turn-on for me.]

It is a very hot day here in the PNW (Pacific NorthWest), as they say. We’re supposed to top 90. When we first moved here, people told us it never goes above 80. They also told us it never snowed on this side of the mountains. The first winter we got snow and the second summer hit 100. Never listen to people.

We are able to keep mostly cool with our fans and portable air conditioners. However, for some reason, they seem to blow directly on Lion all the time. He’s freezing while I’m roasting. It’s really only an issue when we’re playing. I work up a sweat doing things to him and he has trouble staying in the mood if he’s cold. It’s a good thing it doesn’t stay too hot or cold for long around here.

Our compromise last night was to turn off the A/C and turn on the window fan. I got enough air circulation across my back while I sucked him to near orgasm. He was very close. Outside temperature not included, he says the Lion weather is very tropical. Today is day eight (I asked) and he was both disappointed and grateful he hadn’t had an orgasm last night. He likes to wait. I like it when he’s very horny. I guess it all works out fine.

I didn’t feel like doing any anal stuff last night so I asked Lion if he had any requests. He wondered what I was thinking. I suggested tying his balls up. I wasn’t really surprised when he agreed to that. I can usually count on him to want something tied up.

I’m not sure if either of us will want to do anal tonight either. Eventually, I guess we’ll have to, but I think you really have to be in the mood to do it and to receive it. I’m not pushing. As long as we come up with other things to do, we can do a la carte.

Lion annoyed me a few times in the past few days. He asked if he’d be punished. I said he probably should be. Sometimes I think it’s more trouble than it’s worth to punish him for annoying me. It seems more annoying to punish him than the annoyance that created it. But, I agreed to it so last night I whomped him.

split rubber spanking paddle
This is the heavy rubber split paddle (tawse). You can see some of the damage it did.

I used a rubber paddle with a split-tip. It wasn’t the one I was looking for. I was after the rubber paddle with the bigger head, but I found the split one first. Any port in a storm.

We’ve been trying to figure out why Lion bleeds when I swat him. He never used to bleed unless I hit him long and hard. I know I’m hitting harder, in general, but he bleeds more quickly than I think he should. Last night he put a pillow under him to see if that would help. If by “help” he meant would it make him bleed more, then mission accomplished. Normally he bleeds first on his right cheek and not on his left. His left is usually folded just under his cheek so he’ll get red on either side of the crease and a white stripe down the middle. Last night he bled first on the left side. It’s like we can’t win with the bleeding. [Lion — There is a pimple there that bled earlier in the day when I scratched it.]

Aside from the obvious breaking of skin, bleeding is not something I’m looking for because I can’t tell how red his buns are. Is he really that red or is it just the blood being transferred from the paddle? Unless I keep a wet cloth nearby to wipe him off, I just see red. The other issue is splatter. I felt some splatter hit my leg last night. That’s less of a problem than spreading blood on the carpet and other hard to clean areas. I didn’t actually see any blood on me, but I did feel it. It can get messy if I’m not careful.

I haven’t asked him this morning, but I doubt he feels any residual effects from being spanked. He rarely does. I know he was screaming into the comforter, but that’s not necessarily an indicator of his feeling it the next day. Some paddles just hurt more than others but don’t leave a lasting impression. I’m not necessarily going for bruises or even pain the next day. My job is to make it something he’ll work to avoid. I hope I’ve been doing a good job of that.

[Lion — She is!]