I was tired last night. I wasn’t thinking about unlocking Lion. After quite a few sideways glances in my direction and some humphing about being horny, I decided I should unlock him. He knew he wasn’t going to have an orgasm. All I could do was make it worse. But he wanted attention.

This time, when I brought out the bag of tricks, I think he knew he was not going to be as lucky as the night before with the rope. In honor of St. Patrick’s day, and because he doesn’t like green, I selected a strip of green Velcro. Mr. Weenie was not as hard as he was the previous night as soon as the cage came off. I lifted him up and gave him the “up” command a few times. Not so much. He was trying, but still more limp than I expected. He was harder than he normally is when I put Velcro on so the effect wasn’t as great. Usually I get him when he’s soft and then he strains more against the Velcro as he grows. When I release the Velcro there is a sudden rush of blood that causes discomfort. Since he was trying to get hard there was not much strain. It still hurt when I released the Velcro, but not as much.

I proceeded to edge him over and over. I thought I went too far a few times. Poor Lion. He was silently willing me to keep going. I could almost hear him screaming, “Don’t stop!” in his head. But I did stop. Just in time. Every time.

As we were falling asleep he asked why the cage works. We’ve tried to figure this out for almost as long as he’s been caged. He wondered why he’s happy to not have sex now, when he was unhappy with not having sex before. Well, he’s not exactly happy not having sex now, but I know what he means. I think it may be the communication, but also because he’s getting more attention now. And it is sexual attention even if he’s not having orgasms.

This morning I’m wondering about his wait times. He’s very horny right now. No surprise. It’s been a week since his last orgasm. He knows he has to wait at least six more days unless 2.0 takes pity on him. She’s less likely to take pity on him than 1.0 was, but sometimes she just wants to take an orgasm from him. But that brings up a quandary. If 2.0 takes an orgasm early, will he feel robbed of waiting the full scheduled time? I wonder about that every time I give him a bonus orgasm. Is he disappointed because he had resigned himself to waiting? Should 2.0 give a crap about him wanting to wait? She is, after all, in charge of his orgasms. If she decides today is the day, then today is the day. (Hint: today is not the day. Unless 2.0 changes her mind, of course.)

There’s a certain something about having him be incredibly horny. On the other hand, I like to give him an orgasm when he seems ripe for the picking. When he achieves beautiful penis status. When he’s bucking and working so hard to have an orgasm. When it seems like he’ll spontaneously combust if he doesn’t have on right this second. I think he’s actually grateful any time he has an orgasm, whether he was expecting it or not.

[Lion — She’s right. I’m glad I get one anytime 2.0 wants to give me one. I also love the building excitement and nearly-daily teasing. Up to a point (about 3 weeks I think) these feelings grow as I wait. What I like most of all is that I have no control over when or whether I get to come. As Mrs. Lion gets better at edging, these sessions get more and more interesting and frustrating for me.]

Lion is horny. I know that’s not really a news flash. Yesterday was the magical day five of his wait. He thinks he’s horniest on that day. He was already well on his way to getting hard as soon as the cage was off.

I tied his balls so they would bounce as I jerked him off. It’s just a small example of the bondage he loves so much. And it’s the nicest thing in my bag of tricks. The rest is mostly Velcro and clothespins. The rope also allows me to pull him in one direction while I jerk him off in the other. Sort of a conflict of interest. It feels so good to have his balls yanked, but the cock feels so good too.

Then I decided to suck on him. A while ago he said he liked the idea of my asking him if he wanted to come. When he said he did, he thought it was hot to be told he couldn’t. Well, if it’s not his day…. So I got him all hot and bothered and asked if he wanted to come. Very silly question. He was practically jumping off the bed trying to come. I asked him a few times and each time he couldn’t get “Yes” out fast enough. Poor Lion. Oh so close. But no. No orgasm for Lion. Buh, buh, buh.

When we were snuggling afterwards, he said he wondered what he could do to bribe me into letting him come. What an interesting idea! I wonder too. Not that I want him to do it. There’s nothing I want. It’s not like he could show up tomorrow with a diamond necklace and have me rip the cage off to give him an orgasm. Even plane tickets to Hawaii wouldn’t do it. 2.0 has her own agenda. When it’s time, she’ll allow the orgasm. Does that mean he can’t have one early? 2.0 can do whatever the heck she wants. I don’t think anyone wants to tell her she can’t give him an orgasm when she feels like it. Could it be tonight? Sure. If the mood strikes her. Could she hold off until the 23rd or later? Absolutely. She delights in her torture of Lion. And she’s working on perfecting the almost, not quite there technique of edging. How far can she push him before it’s a ruined orgasm? She wants to get him to the point that he’s positive she’ll keep going, and then stop to watch him squirm. One more stroke might just do it. But it’s not to be.

On the flip side, I know how to bribe Lion. At least right now. I could probably ask for anything in return for an orgasm. Just sayin’. [Lion — Name it!]

We’re still under the weather. It’s taking us a surprisingly long time to get enough energy to take care of normal, vanilla activities. I haven’t had a lot of time to think about FLR or enforced chastity. I did note yesterday that’s it’s been a year since we agreed to add FLR to our marriage. I asked Mrs. Lion how she thought we were doing. She replied that we do have rules and she has enforced them. That’s true. I asked her to think about how she now sees FLR and where she wants us to go with it.

For my part, it’s all to easy to forget that this is a female led relationship. It’s not that I take control whenever I can. It’s just that things don’t feel  that different to me. That, in itself, doesn’t mean Mrs. Lion isn’t doing her job. Not at all. She’s been great. It’s me. I guess I need regular reminders of what we are doing. By that I don’t mean that I need to feel oppressed or like Cinderella Lion. I just need small signals that clearly tell me who is in charge.

Interestingly, a new post was published on a blog I read. “Real Women Don’t Do Housework” has a new post titled, Reminding Him.The disciplining wife who writes that blog discusses the exact issue I am writing about from the male side. Even if I am doing everything I should, I think it is easy to just let that be the norm and allow the underlying power exchange fade into the background. This has nothing to do with 2.0 and I being sick. It’s been going on for a while. This is one of those subtle things that happens when changes become the norm.

Power exchanges need maintenance. Simple things like an unearned, painful spanking, or other 2.0-type activities that make it clear I am not in control refocuses my mind. It seems irrational that I could just accept what we do as routine. After all, I am continuously locked in a chastity device. But that device, while a very strong symbol of her power, fades into the background of my day-to-day life. I know why it is there and it does its job. I also am very aware who put it there. I can never forget that.

But it is now just part of my life. It provides security and good feelings to wear it, but ti doesn’t keep Mrs. Lion’s authority in the front of my mind. I think that this is one of the most significant challenges that any dominant partner faces; how to maintain the power exchange without continually escalating the severity of the activities. How do you do it in your relationship?

2.0 told Lion there was a butt plug and edging in his future yesterday. By mid-afternoon, he was asking if there’d be spanking as well. Not from a punishment point of view, but toughen-his-buns spanking. I said perhaps there would be. By evening, Lion was not able to take the butt plug. No problem. He asked for a rain check. Of course he can have a rain check. Then I wondered if he anticipated my saying if he didn’t take the butt plug then, he could never have it again. Now or never. No rain check. It just seemed odd to me. I understand he felt bad for not being able to take it. In effect, he was refusing to do something 2.0 wanted him to do. On the other hand, if it would cause injury or anything other than normal discomfort, we shouldn’t do it.

I gave the example of his breaking a toe and being in so much pain he didn’t feel up to playing. I need to know if there’s a problem. I don’t want to force him into playing. 2.0 isn’t the evil internet dominatrix so many people envision. I don’t think 3.0 would be that either. The bottom line is there will be times when playing is out or has to be modified. So what if we couldn’t do the butt plug last night. We can do it tonight. Or tomorrow night. There’s no expiration date on it. So Lion got a little bit of spanking after all. 2.0 wasn’t really into it so it didn’t last long, but he had rosy cheeks and I have a better understanding of where the sweet spot is. Granted, I’ll probably forget when I go to spank him again.

And then we moved onto edging. I used plenty of lube this time around. I was considering edging him a few times, waiting a bit, and edging him again. It took a little while to get him hard and then my technique wasn’t good. He thought I was gripping too hard, or not hard enough. It was not a good angle. Something was just off. So I tried again and this time he started bucking a little. Suddenly 2.0 needed an orgasm. Multiple edging and waiting and edging went out the window and Lion roared right through the end. He didn’t bother asking why this time. He agreed when I said he must be surprised. 2.0 really is a mystery. She takes what she wants when she wants it.