It seems that lioness 2.0 is back to stay. She told you about her latest adventures yesterday. There’s no question that even though I dislike a lot of what she does, the stricter lioness is what I need. I’ve been thinking about this. It may seem odd that I want Mrs. Lioness to forcefully exert control doing things I clearly don’t like.

That seems odd, at best. To confuse matters more, many of the other guys who want spanking, humiliation, bondage, etc. get off on it. I remember a scene in a New York club where a guy was getting a brutal paddling. He was erect the entire time. That is classic masochism. It’s easy to comprehend, if not understand, that some people are wired to get aroused by pain. It’s harder for me to understand my situation. I don’t get turned on by pain, but get turned on by the power I feel when I have to accept it.

I’m not talking strictly about pain in the sense of spanking or clothespins on my penis. I’m talking about the fact that I have to accept pain and other things because I have surrendered power. Now that turns me on. It does more than that. Somewhere deep down inside me there is a need to feel that strict control. I may dread it when Mrs. Lion tells me it’s time and selects a paddle, but once the sting fades there is a warmth inside me that makes me feel loved.

It’s not that I don’t feel loved other times. This is different. I can’t really explain how, but it is. Domestic discipline provides me with an inner sense of security and love. I don’t like being punished, but in a deeper sense I must. I never intentionally provoke punishment, but Mrs. Lion knows me well enough to assure that I don’t go too many days without earning a spanking.

What about the diapers, clothespins, and other BDSM stuff? That’s different. I find all that a big turn on. I have to admit it. When Mrs. Lion made me wear diapers on Sunday, I was not happy about peeing on myself, but it was a turn on. When Mrs. Lion masturbated me later on Sunday night, she decided to let me come. She was surprised to see as much semen as I produced after a week of waiting. That’s highly unusual. Generally, when I get a bonus orgasm after only a few days, semen production is weak.

It’s like that great bit on the “Becker” sitcom. A teenage boy sees Dr. Becker worrying about the fact he gets erections at inappropriate times. The boy has a great line. “My mom saw me get an erection when I was doing chores. Now she thinks I like them.” You can see the parallel with the diapers. It’s the same with painful play. I am turned on by it. Well, it turns me on afterward anyway.

I don’t think there is any connection between the domestic discipline and the BDSM play; at least not an obvious one. Yes, they both involve discomfort I don’t necessarlily welcome. My reaction to domestic discipline is very different from how I react to the BDSM play. When I think about the BDSM activities, I am aroused. That sort of power exchange turns me on.

However, when I think about domestic discipline and, for that matter, enforced chastity, it’s different. Both provide me with an inner warmth; a sense of being loved on a different level. That feeling increases when Mrs. Lion is stricter and more consistent. I’m sure there is a point where I would just feel put upon. We haven’t gotten close to that yet.

It may be time to go back into the Jail Bird. It’s clear that it isn’t needed for orgasm control. The only physical difference between being in or out of the Jail Bird is that I get periodic erections that are suppressed by the chastity device when it is on. On the other hand, not being caged makes things a lot easier. I don’t have any problems peeing at work and elsewhere. I don’t feel less controlled without it.

Of course, like everything else, it isn’t up to me to decide. It goes on if Mrs. Lion wants it on. It stays off because that is what she wants. Simple and satisfying.

Mrs. Lion and I wrote our posts at the same time (Sunday morning) because we have no cell service here and have to go to town to upload our posts. After we finished writing, we read each other’s post. We’ve done it again! We both wrote about the same subject without discussing the topic. We just naturally operate on the same wavelength. My post below was written before I had any idea what Mrs. Lion was going to write. After she read this post, she said, “We can try that.” Tune in to Mrs. Lion’s post today to find out what happens next.

We still haven’t played this vacation. I think that we will have better luck at both play and sex if we move it much earlier than bedtime. I can understand why most people do sexual things at bedtime or first thing in the morning. After all, those are the times we wear the least amount of clothing; none in my case. Intimacy is highest at those times.

I don’t think either of us are at our sexual best at those times. My history with BDSM has me playing during prime time (9pm to 1am). That’s because play parties I attended were during those hours. When I think about it, the worst times for me are when I have a full belly or I am tired. I suspect Mrs. Lion feels the same way.

What’s the problem with making play time happen away from first and last thing of the day? Mostly it’s because at those times we have always done other things. Even though I am most likely naked, we have the lifelong habit of filling those hours with non-sexual activities.

We know we can add new things to our daily routines. We are more than three-quarters through our third year of enforced chastity. I think one reason we have been so successful is that we have specific activities we agreed to do almost every day. I’m not suggesting we do BDSM on a daily basis, though if Mrs. Lion wants to, we could. I am suggesting that as a start we agree that every weekend day, including holidays, we play sometime between beakfast and dinner.

I think this will work because once we make an agreement, we do it. For example, every Monday and Thursday is punishment day. If I have done something needing correction, in the early evening after dinner and Mrs. Lion’s shower, the paddle comes out and I am spanked. We always seem to do it at that specific time.

Even though we haven’t discussed it, the regular time helps. So, maybe we should do the same with play. Even if it is juat edging, maybe we need to move it further from bedtime. Maybe BDSM could be on Wednesday evening and Saturday and Sunday afternoons. That doesn’t restrict Mrs. Lion. She can do things any other times as well. But we agree that those three days are no-excuses occasions.

On days when she wants, Mrs. Lion can also substitute BDSM to go, with me wearing a take-out butt plug, diapers, or whatever else she wishes. The point is that play is happening. We aren’t pushing it into the background. Similarly, maybe we could try moving the daily edging away from bedtime as well. Perhaps move it out of the bedroom entirely.

I am unintentionally trained to react to being edged in bed close to sleep time. It might be more interesting to vary that a lot. I have only been edged on my back. If teasing moves out of the bedroom, I might learn to get hard almost anywhere once I have been conditioned to be teased in other settings. Oh my!

Lion loves bondage. And spanking. And CBT. And anal activities. Lion hates diapers. And nail polish. And raisins. Obviously I can use the first set as rewards, of a sort. The second set can be used as a threat, as punishment, or as a show of power.

Last night, after I did some maintenance spanking, after the nJoy butt plug was out, I used some clothespins on Lion’s balls. When I first took out my bag of tricks, I asked what he would like to play with. First I took out the Velcro. No. He didn’t want to play with that. OK. I didn’t either. I took out a plastic clothespin. No. He didn’t want that. OK. I took out a wooden, no frills clothespin. He said that was fine. He wouldn’t mind that. OK. I proceeded to take out some wooden clothespins. Then I took out a plastic one and told him since I had it in my hand we’d have to use it. A few more wooden. Another plastic. Oops. Another wooden. Another plastic.

I started with a few of the wooden, maybe three, before I put on a plastic. I wasn’t going to use many plastic, but I wanted him to wonder. I wound up only using two plastic ones in the midst of about ten wooden. It certainly wasn’t the most he’s taken. I was trying to replicate the edging we did last week when I edged him and took a clothespin off. Unfortunately, he wasn’t as horny last night as he was last week. What i did notice, as I was edging him, is that he had two pink clothespins on. And we have the same shade of nail polish. I told him I could give him matching toes. Planting the seed that he may have girly toenails in his future. Or not. Sometimes the threat is enough.

The other thing I did last night that may have surprised Lion, is when he asked how long the butt plug would stay in. I don’t normally have a time in mind. I think once I did decide he should hold it for two hours, but I usually wait until he starts squirming. When he wondered how long, I told him he’d have it in until I decided it was time to take it out. He doesn’t often ask and I wondered what prompted it, but I also didn’t have any answer for him. Later on, when he said it was starting to bother him, I decided he should hold it longer. Not much longer, but longer, because that’s what 2.0 does. She’s a bitch and not really into his comfort. He wants her to push him so she pushes him.

I wonder what 2.0 has in store for Lion this weekend. I’m sure Lion will be both uncomfortable and happy.

There is a significant difference between a keyholder and a caged male. No, not the obvious top/bottom, dom/sub difference. It’s much more profound. Enforced chastity is a 24/7 proposition for the male. My genitals are locked up whether or not my keyholder is present, involved, even thinking about the fact I am caged. That chastity device is my constant companion. It gets in the way when I pee. It occasionally demands I adjust it when it pinches. I can’t forget it’s there. Ever.

My keyholder, Mrs. Lion, on the other hand, only needs to consider enforced chastity when she wants to interact with my penis. In her post yesterday, she talked about the authenticity of her role. She equated herself to an actor playing a doctor in a commercial. “I’m not a real doctor. I play one on TV.” She puts her 2.0 hat on when she wants to play with me or act as my disciplining wife. It seems to make her feel that her role is artificial.

It’s not. It’s a role she assumes with me. It’s no different than her role as my wife; or her role as a worker. She has lots of hats that she metaphorically wears. Disciplining wife or keyholder is just as real as the others. I wear lots of hats too. I’m her husband, a professional, a photographer, a man, and a caged male/disciplined husband. The only hat that I can’t remove is the caged male hat.

I think that my lioness worries a bit too much about what to do with me. We do have a house full of toys she can use. That doesn’t mean she can’t have a problem coming up with an activity she wants to do with me. When I was topping, I often fell into a rut of repeating the same things. It takes less energy to repeat something familiar. For the record, I am not adverse to repeating things.

There is one thing I have learned that made my top hat (see what I did there?) easier to put on: I played not only with different activities, but with intensity. If we have ten paddles, switch up, try the tawse, use the other hand, spank the head of my cock instead of my butt. We have endless butt plugs and dildos. Each is a different challenge for me. You get the idea.

Let’s face it, there are only so many ways to do BDSM play and so many ways to tease and edge me. I do like some variety. When I know that I have no choice and that 2.0 will “train” me to take what she chooses to inflict, I get turned on. While she is actually doing it, I even get aroused with a little help. The key to making my heart go pitty pat is the loss of control.

Taking control from me isn’t easy. I can be scary when pushed hard.  But when my growls do no good,  I get the most excitement. Forcing me to be docile has enormous effect on me. I’m very independent and stubborn by nature. I try my best to help Mrs. Lion top me. I work to avoid resisting. But let’s face it, this lion is not submissive. That makes me a lot more work to handle than one that is. I’m grateful she thinks I am worth the bother.