After 2.0 removed Lion’s butt plug and we’d been snuggling a while, he said it wasn’t at all what 2.0 said she had planned for last night. 2.0 never said what the plans were. 2.0 said perhaps Lion needed more activity to tire him out, but never said when that activity would be. 2.0 is careful to keep Lion guessing. As soon as Lion starts figuring things out, it’s time to change tactics.

I will say that Lion will have more activity tonight. It wouldn’t be hard to have more activity than a butt plug for a few hours, but I think he’ll enjoy himself. It’s all relative, of course. He won’t like what I do while I’m doing it, but he’ll appreciate the fact that I’m doing something. He might even like the idea of the activity before and after. He’ll definitely be happy that 2.0 is soldiering on whether he wants to or not. She’s not without her softer side. She did give up the other day when it was clear Lion wasn’t interested after eating too much. There’s a difference between not wanting to play and not being able to play.

I think that’s what slowed 1.0 down. She couldn’t reconcile between Lion wanting something beforehand and then saying it hurt too much during. 2.0 doesn’t seem to care. She figures if Lion was silly enough to ask for it he must really want it. If he can’t take it, it’s his problem and not hers. I imagine 3.0 won’t wait for him to ask. She’ll just come up with ideas on her own and tell Lion she’s going to do them whether he wants to or not. But she isn’t here yet and we don’t know if she ever will be.

Something for Lion to look forward to? Or something for him to dread? Either way he won’t have any choice.

Mrs. Lion, or as she calls herself, Lioness 2.0, has made amazing changes to better support me and our enforced chastity / FLR relationship. For two years she worked hard to make me happy by providing me with the discipline and enforced waits she thought I wanted. She did a remarkable job and our intimacy grew along with her control.

Barely into our third year of all this, she announced that there was a new lioness in town: 2.0. She decided that some changes needed to be made. As far as I can tell, her epiphany was that to make me happy, she needed to do things that make me unhappy at the time. She also realized that action that doesn’t quite work is preferable to inaction. She announced that she was taking me at my word and would henceforth provide what I have been saying and writing what I want.

If you’ve been following us for a while, you know that I’ve made numerous suggestions on how Mrs. Lion could reinforce her control. I’ve also encouraged her to be stricter and not so concerned with my feelings when she was doing things to me. In essence, I was asking her to push my comfort zone and take control physically the way she thought she should and stop worrying about my reactions to what was happening. I’ve also been encouraging her to be stricter enforcing her wishes and to take more control in our daily lives.

Lioness 2.0 does just that. Our sensation play has become less about me having fun at the time and more about doing what she wants. A perfect example is her use of menthol rub on my nether regions. Last weekend she seemed to enjoy watching my reaction as the rub took effect. As she wrote earlier this week, she still felt concern that she could go too far and used the fact I was remaining hard (while she stimulated me) as an indicator that no limit has been reached. We’ve discussed that and she understands that my erection and her stimulation actually reduces the pain and that instead of using it as an index of my reaction, she will use it as a way to increase or reduce the pain at will.

On Monday I sent an email suggesting we play spanking games; trivia where if I miss a question, I get swats. 2.0 took that idea and ran. Instead, she decided we would play along with Jeopardy and if I missed a question, a clothespin would go on my balls. We played Monday night and I ended up with 27 clothespins by the end of the  show. It hurt like hell when she removed them. She cheerfully informed me that she wasn’t taking it easy removing them. I could tell. Each one coming off made me grunt. Way to go 2.0!

I’m getting more used to wearing a collar and sleeping is no longer a problem. Mrs. Lion said she likes seeing me in it. I believe her. I don’t understand why, but she does. This is all so different from Lioness 1.0 that sometimes I wonder if my lioness was abducted by aliens and a new, much tougher lioness substituted. I am not a bit sorry that I made suggestions that are turning quite painful in reality. This is what I really want and thanks once more to my wonderful lioness, I’m getting them.

 

For some reason I thought today was the 6th. Lion probably wishes it was the 6th. We didn’t play last night so I don’t know how horny he is, but I’m pretty sure he’s ready for another orgasm. It takes very little to convince him. As you can see by the “countdown to Lion orgasm” chart on the right side of the screen, he gets to come tomorrow. Not today. Today is the 5th. Poor Lion.

I’ll have to think about what I can do for/to Lion tonight. We’ve been trying to figure out what caused his sore. It may have been a pinch, although that usually results in a bruise. He thinks something scratched him. When I suggested it might have been the Velcro, he deemed it too dangerous to play with. Nice try, my pet. The Velcro stays. I’ll just have to be a little more careful. Needless to say, I won’t be using it tonight. Lion was getting tired of CBT anyway. As if it matters what he wants…

However, I do want to take a step back and maybe together we can do a sort of inventory of ways to play. I get caught up in the same old, same old most of the time. It’s no wonder Lion’s tired of CBT. It’s my go-to thing. Yes, I know I can spank him and restrain him and why don’t we all just lapse into a coma doing the same things over and over and over and over. I need to mix things up a bit more. Tonight we’ll talk about it and come up with some ideas. It doesn’t have to be regimented. I don’t want to do CBT on Mondays, spanking on Tuesdays, etc. We just need to get out of the rut we’ve been in. It’s mostly my fault. I do the easiest stuff more often.

hand-shaped riding crop
This hand-shaped riding crop is just the right length to deliver a stinging swat that leaves a nice, red, hand-shaped mark behind.

It’s no secret that most people who practice enforced chastity also have other kinks. Part of the reason for this is that chastity is a fairly advanced kink. It’s a form of bondage that is sustained for very long periods of time. It’s a power exchange that many of us practice full-time. It also surrenders control of a male’s favorite activity: sex. No wonder there are so few of us! Compared to enforced chastity, other forms of BDSM play are much easier to practice.

Sexual surrender betrays a strong desire for power exchange and a strong desire for physical evidence of the exchange. It’s not surprising that I, for one, like domestic discipline. It broadens the power exchange and includes spanking. You won’t be shocked to learn that I like bondage too. I’ve liked that all my life. I could tell you stories… Anyway, enforced chastity is a full-time form of bondage; no wonder I like it.

If you ask people who are actively involved in BDSM, who buys the most toys, the answer is almost always the bottom. As a top I did buy floggers and paddles. These toys are like tennis rackets; the grip, weight, and balance have to be right. Bottoms also bought me toys they wanted me to use on them (selfish, greedy creatures!). In my current, bottom role I find and buy most of the playthings. Now and then Mrs. Lion buys some on her own. Her most notable purchase, based on what she writes here, are the Velcro cable ties. She enjoys using them on my penis.

My desire for trying new things is a product of my innate curiosity and my love of variety. Frequently I bite off more than I can chew. You’d think that with all my experience that I would be  selective about what I suggest to Mrs. Lion. I’m not. The main reason is that I come up with new ideas at times I am horny and new ways to play become appealingly sexy. A good example is my request to be trained to take a ring of tiny, dollhouse clothespins around the head of my cock. I know from past experience that a single one can be unbearable to me. What would possess me to ask to be trained to take ten or more at the same time? I was horny and it sounded exciting. Being a kind lioness, Mrs. Lion is obligingly training me. She’s sure that sooner or later I will learn how to handle the pain. So, several times a week I get to practice. What a gal!

My curiosity goes beyond sensation play. I also ask to be topped in new, more restrictive ways. These requests are more difficult for Mrs. Lion. She isn’t a disciplinarian and my requests for her to be stricter challenge her resolve. They also challenge her view of reality. She knows that I am not submissive by nature. She knows I am a rather dominant person who has a perverted need to bottom. So when I ask for something she knows I will absolutely hate she shakes her head in wonder and then agrees to try it.

If the tables were turned and I were in charge, if my bottom suggested something I knew she would hate, I would enjoy watching her suffer with the fruit of her desire. When I write posts about new ideas for Mrs. Lion, I always mention that I imagine she will enjoy seeing me in this new predicament. That’s my wishful thinking. I’m assuming she will handle it the way I would. Actually, it’s the way I want her to feel. One of my great joys in topping is watching my bottom handle a difficult predicament. Given my penchant for getting myself into painful trouble, if Mrs. Lion could adopt that point of view, she could have some real fun.