My 2018 scorecard. Click image to enlarge.

After I completed my post yesterday, I asked Mrs. Lion for her comments and reaction. She agreed on my reporting but commented that I made too much of what she felt was a small thing. That thing was her changed behavior during BDSM play. When we played with clothespins, instead of putting them all over my balls where they hurt a bit but are arousing, she clamped them on areas near the penis where she knows it’s pure pain. (I have no idea how she knew that)

More significantly to me, when I complained she continued on and disregarded my reaction. She didn’t think that was a very significant change.

It was for me.

She plays with me because she knows I need it. And, her reasoning has always been that because she is doing this for me, it should be something I “like”. She has also applied that principle to making me wait for ejaculation.

I can’t argue with her logic. There are things she has always done that turn me on, but I hate. Icy Hot on my balls is one. Velcro tightly attached to my soft penis and then allowed to “choke” it when she makes it hard is another. But, complaining notwithstanding, it is sexual fun for me. Sounds ideal.

There’s only one problem in my mind: I’m actually in control.

Enforced chastity, FLRD, and our BDSM play has always been a service my lioness delivers for me. What happened on Saturday night was profound because the “service” changed its nature. The change may seem subtle to her, but for me it’s nuclear.

I was happy she was going to use clothespins. It gets me very hot when she does. Here’s a picture of the last “classic” session. You can see the conflict of pain (my face) and my enjoyment (erection). That’s what I expected Saturday0. When that first clothespin when on, I said,

“Ouch! That really hurts.”

Mrs. Lion paused a bit and then removed it. She put it back very close to where it was before. I complained again. She was silent. Then, slowly, she put on a few more in equally painful spots. Not one went on my balls.

I wondered if she realized she was really hurting me. Later, I asked her. She said that she knew. Mrs. Lion is a lioness of few words on the subject of Lion torture. I commented that this was a “first”. She agreed. There were so many things I wanted to discuss. I’ve learned not to try. The edging that followed was amazing. She’s overcome my so-called hair trigger.  I asked her to lock me up as soon after I calmed down as possible. You know why.

I’ve been really horny since then. This is unusual. I may be easily aroused when I’ve had to wait and I’ve received regular teasing. Between teasing sessions, sex isn’t on my mind too much. This time, all I can think about is being masturbated by Mrs. Lion. I asked her when we will play today. She didn’t know. I asked for some warning so I can take boner pills. She agreed she would.

The reason Saturday’s play affected me so profoundly is that even though she was doing what I asked, she took it further than I wanted. She made it clear that she is in control. Another example of this is spanking. I frequently get hard thinking about being spanked. For the first minute or two of a spanking, I am aroused by the activity. As the intensity grows, I want to be somewhere else. I hate the beating. But yet, I come back again the next time she wants to spank me. I know I will hate it; but I return.

This is the same as the clothespins. Even though I know the outcome will not be something I enjoy, I’m aroused by the idea of her doing things to me. I try as hard as I can to shape the activity. For example, I react strongly even to the mention of the tiny, dollhouse clothespins. I’m generally effective in convincing Mrs. Lion to put them away. I also try to limit how much Icy Hot ends up on my balls and perineum. I’ve been pretty successful in limiting my discomfort.

If Mrs. Lion has decided to up the intensity, I imagine that I won’t be as successful keeping her ministrations inside my comfort zone. I will hate it at the time, but I know I will always come back for more. It’s what I really want. Crazy Lion!

Yesterday afternoon, as promised, we played. I was blindfolded and my balls were tied tightly. That was followed by more clothespins, this time on my perineum. Then I got a surprise. Instead of a blow job, Mrs. Lion climbed on and did some reverse cowgirl lion riding. She had teased me so much that I lasted just a few seconds. She was surprised. I was too, but it felt great. It was my first vaginal orgasm since mid-2016.

A little while later, I showered (no cage!) and was locked up again.

Mrs. Lion wore a rubber glove and rubbed the Icy Hot cream into my balls. This new, roll-on would spare her the inconvenience of putting on a glove. Reapplication is easier too.

Wednesday night was the inaugural drawing from Mrs. Lion’s Box O’ Fun. As she wrote yesterday, I cut some index cards into quarters and then she wrote various “play” activities on each piece. We had tried this a couple of years ago.

My first selection (picked at random since I couldn’t see into the box) was “Icy Hot”. Mrs. Lion dutifully put a thick stripe from my anus to the top of my balls.

The burning started almost immediately. When it started simmering down, Mrs. Lion took a tissue and moved it around, thus exposing fresh Icy Hot to my burning skin. After almost a half hour, the burning simmered to slightly painful heat. I really hate racing stripes she likes to paint on my balls.

Much later, after an unsuccessful attempt to edge me, I asked Mrs. Lion if there were any cards for things I like. She said,

“Sure. There’s a spanking card and a ball bondage card. You like them, right?”

Well that wasn’t exactly what I meant. I was thinking of “Blowjob to orgasm.” Things like that. Nope. Apparently it’s not that kind of lottery. In fairness, it turns me on to have to pick a card I know will end up hurting. It’s a BDSM dream. I hope the lottery can become a regular part of our routine. I just hope I can stay away from other “racing stripe” applications. The Icy Hot is actually the mildest of the collection she has.

I’m not looking forward to picking the tiny dollhouse clothespin card. Mrs. Lion puts two or more on the head of my penis. It’s incredibly painful. I know that sooner or later I will pick that card and 2.0 will do this to me and smile as she watches me react as she slowly puts them on, then after a while, removes them. I’m not sure whether it hurts more when the are put on or taken off.

Mrs. Lion is truly 2.0. The Super Bowl spanking game was played with full-force, punishment-grade swats. Lioness 1.0 would have been gentle because it was a game. I respect the way 2.0 played. It made the game more fun and meaningful to me. Similarly, 1.0 would have applied a small amount of Icy Hot and may have even offered to wash it off when she saw how much I was hurting. 2.0 put it on thick and then moved it around to extend my discomfort.

I certainly hate this intensity while I am suffering, but I respect 2.0’s desire to make things “real” for me. It’s exactly what I want. Her intensity is the fuel of arousing dreams. Mrs. Lion has turned the corner. It’s amazing. I know she was very aware of how much I was hurting on both Sunday and Wednesday nights. Her face was impassive both times. Her expression was mildly amused.

Since cards don’t get returned to the box until all get used, I am guaranteed to suffer every single, painful item she has added to the box. She is free to add new cards that either repeat existing play or new ones that occur to her along the way. She has an absolute guarantee that I will experience every single activity. I sure hope one or more is a nice blowjob.

My recent sex life has been exceptionally active. Mrs. Lion has been edging me almost every day. I’ve gotten frequent orgasms. I really like it. I’m not one of the guys who consider long waits to be a sign of my sexual submission. My submission is rooted in the fact that the only sexual activity I get comes from my lioness. If she decides to make me wait a month, then that’s how long I will wait. If the wait is only a few days, I’m very happy.

In my mind, the key is control. We have certainly achieved that. This also holds true in terms of obedience. If I break a rule, I get punished. Generally that’s a spanking. I have no doubt that any infraction will earn a painful visit with a paddle. Now that we are both recovering from whatever got us, I’m sure punishment desert will return as well. The world of 2.0 is here. Mrs. Lion is happy to administer punishments as severely as she feels necessary. Our FLR with discipline is firmly in place.

This is an enormous achievement. Her dominance is a routine part of our lives. It’s absolutely routine for her to tell me to roll over on the bed and then spank me. Just as edging and male orgasm control have become routine parts of our lives, punishment has too. 2.0 truly lives here full time! Congratulations Mrs. Lion! \I can’t be happier with how this has all worked out. We are doing what we set out to do four years ago. It’s part of our lives.

There’s one area we both tend to neglect: play. This isn’t Mrs. Lion’s failing. It’s both of us. We settle into our comfortable life. We watch TV and Mrs. Lion plays games on her iPad. Yes, we always snuggle and edge, and yes, I am always punished when needed. But that’s generally it.

It’s odd to me. We are living the hard part of all the stuff we wanted to do, but the play aspect eludes us. Mrs. Lion wrote about “Sling Wednesday”. We don’t do that. Maybe it should be “Sling Saturday” but it’s been quite a while since we went downstairs to play. Mrs. Lion tried to do anal play a couple of times. I asked her if we could put it off. I should never do that, but I did. We haven’t tried again in ages. The same is true of hot sauce on my balls, butt plugs, diapers, and panties. I’m sure I left some things out, but you get the idea.

Many of these activities require very little of Mrs. Lion’s time and a lot of mine; diapers and panties, for example. Butt plugs just need to be inserted and removed. The rest is my problem. The same is true of hot sauce.

I think the issue is probably the same one we had with orgasm control and discipline. We just have to do it. Maybe we need a play calendar which holds us both to follow it. I can be required to remind Mrs. Lion in advance of what is on the schedule. I do this twice a week with punishment days. Failure to remind her earns me punishment. I work hard to remember.

Maybe something like this is needed for play. I know Mrs. Lion thinks about it. She often tells me. Then later, she says that she forgot or was too tired. Sound familiar? It’s exactly what happened early in our FLR with discipline. It’s way too easy for us both to follow our routine. Of course Super Bowl Sunday was a great exception. Mrs. Lion proposed and then carried out a great spanking game. It was 2.j0-worthy in every sense. I still feel the result of that game it in a couple of spots.

Yes, Mrs. Lion has to initiate things, but she doesn’t have to do it in a vacuum. We are partners. She can ask me to give her a list of activities I might think about. Then, she could choose from that or come up with something completely different. We could write them on slips of paper and she or I could draw one or more each night we are going to play.  If we don’t return the item to the bag, it would guarantee we would do everything on the list. I can see that as setting up some anxiety since I am sure there will be activities I hate. But then, that’s the excitement of playing.

There is at least one thing that I think we need to do a few times a week. That is anal insertion and pegging. Frequent activity will let me “learn” to take larger dildos and plugs. I will also learn to handle hard and fast pegging as well. We both expressed interest in this.

The bottom line is that we both have to get off our asses and do things. I need to help make this happen. I can’t just passively wait for Mrs. Lion to come up with things. This is the way we add things to our lives. I’ll try not to be a pest when I remind her we need to play.

After we talked this over, Mrs. Lion asked me to send her a list of play we could do. Some of the items are general, like clothespins and butt plugs. We have a variety of options. Mrs. Lion can choose which she might want to do.

Play List
Butt plug

Pegging
Hot stuff
Diapers
Panties
Spanking
Clothespins on balls and other spots
Strapping
Ball stretching (weights)
Cock and ball bondage
Blindfold
Zapping (dog training collar)

Am I missing anything?

We spent a quiet day yesterday. There was little left to do after Thanksgiving dinner. After Mrs. Lion wrote her post, we had soup for lunch and settled in to watch our favorite team lose, yet again. Something needs to happen on the football front. We are both totally disgusted with the idiot who coaches our favorite team, the New York Giants. He is easily the worst coach in the NFL. He needs to be gone.

The oral steroid is working. I’m not itching and my skin is clearing up. Only two more days of medicine left. That should be enough, I am told. Even though yesterday was only two days since my last ejaculation, sex has been on my mind. Maybe it is because Mrs. Lion is home with me and I’m not scratching all the time.

We were both exhausted yesterday. All that prep work and cooking wore me out. Mrs. Lion was cleaning the entire time I cooked. Our uninvited guests loved the dinner. Why not? It was free. They finally took the hint and left about 8pm. Even our poor dog was exhausted. Both women love dogs and were petting her for three solid hours. Ok, it is a form of doggie heaven, but between handouts of turkey and fixin’s and endless petting, she needed some rest. When they left, she retired under our bed for much needed zzz’s.

Last night we had hot turkey sandwiches with mashed potatoes, gravy, and my homemade cranberry sauce. The smoked turkey is a big hit.  It wasn’t any harder to prepare than roasting the bird. The flavor was great. I always inject chicken broth into the meat before smoking. That assures the delicate, white meat of the breast stays moist.

I think it’s time we get back into our power exchange routine. Mrs. Lion has been taking it easy on me due to first, my shoulder surgery, and more recently, the allergy flare-up. I know I’ve been interrupting now and then without consequences. And, my punishment stool is gathering dust in the spare bedroom. I’m either much better behaved or I’m getting a break. You can guess which is the case.

A year or so ago, Mrs. Lion and I wrote about Lioness 2.0. She was supposed to be strict and comfortable dishing out pain and humiliation. I think she snuck up on both of us. She’s here. If I am due a spanking, regardless of my interest in getting it, the paddle comes out and I am on my stomach being beaten. Mrs. Lion observes infractions, even small ones, and lets me know what I’ve done. 2.0 lives here. 2.5 may be in the wings.