Last night Mrs. Lion put the locking cock ring on me. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn any penis “jewelry.” The locking cock ring allows me to get hard and doesn’t prevent sex. That’s not its purpose. I haven’t masturbated in nine years. I don’t need a device to keep my hands off my penis. The reason I’m wearing the cock ring is more complicated.

The main reason is that it is a concrete symbol of our power exchange. I can’t remove it. Only she can. We don’t need to be reminded who is in charge. We need to be reminded that sexual control requires consistent activity. Both of us have been letting things slide in the sex department. Mrs. Lion will forget or be too tired to do something. I will not be in the mood. She is quick to let me stop any potential action.

This isn’t how we decided we wanted things to go. Sex under her control is not just denying me orgasms. It’s also having me perform whenever she wants. If I’m due for attention, I should get it. My interest isn’t the point. My job is to present my genitals for her attention. If she wants to tease me, she should tease me. I don’t have the right to refuse.

On the other side of the coin, she commits to playing with me at least every other day. She’s missed a lot of those dates. The locking ring is a visible reminder of what we agreed to do. It’s hard to ignore.

Late last year, Mrs. Lion decided to give me at least one orgasm a week. Despite the problems we’ve been having, she’s come through. I had three orgasms in November and December, Four in January, and five in February. The six months before averaged two a month. Almost every time she gave me sexual attention, she got me off.

This is what we wanted to change. Consistent teasing leading up to a weekly orgasm was her goal. Maybe locking me up again, even if it is just a cock ring, will get the teasing going again. My job is to be available. I can do it. If I fail, there is always the spanking bench.

Speaking of that, I had trouble finding a company that would make our spanking magnet. Two canceled my orders because it was of my bare bottom. I finally found an open-minded outfit on Etsy that is making it. Mrs. Lion will put it on my whiteboard when I earn a spanking. She will know at a glance if she owes me a beating. The goal is to punish as soon after the offense as possible.

Spanking has proven to be a successful educational tool for me. Mrs. Lion is still slow in finding new rules. We both seem to do better when she has many opportunities to catch me. I can think of at least one she might want to add.

Mrs. Lion and I can’t seem to understand one another in terms of humiliation. She prefers “embarrassing” to the “H” word. I admit that I don’t get it. Julie, of strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com, wrote a wonderful comment that bears discussion.

I think of it [sic. Jerking a man off]  just that way myself! I don’t even think of a handjob as a sex act from my point of view. It’s amusing, like pulling a puppy’s tail (not that I would advocate pulling puppies’ tails, it’s more a turn of phrase. But if boys had tails, I would pull those!). I am certainly aware of his embarrassment, especially when done in company or when I let another woman do it (lesbians seem to enjoy doing it just as much, which further confirms it’s not much of a sex act to us). I mean, it is objectively funny, him getting so hard, the tip getting all bulgy and purply, the way he jiggles his hips as he gets closer, the little moans, and the spurty is the most fun of all, only slightly more fun than the crying when you stop before it happens and make him put it away.

She captures the way it feels to me. The idea that it’s amusing to the woman and profoundly intimate to the man is the essence of a humiliating experience. If he is aware that she doesn’t find masturbating him sexual, it further widens the emotional gap. I imagine that most women don’t find giving a man a handjob as a sexual act to them. There is no contact other than her hand. Some women make it even more impersonal by wearing a glove.

Mrs. Lion regularly edges me. I know that my hips are moving, and I’m making noises as I get close to coming. When she stops before I can finish and kisses the head of my cock and tells me that’s all, it’s frustrating and humiliating. She’s not only shown that she can get me hard and ready to ejaculate. She’s stopped and has the power not to let me finish. She can do this without any arousal on her part.

The essence of sexual humiliation is encapsulated in that act. I’m vulnerable and at her mercy. She brings me to the point of orgasm and then won’t let me finish. I have to groan and accept the frustration. I’m putting on quite a show. She’s just used her hand. I can see how that is amusing. It doesn’t matter. I can’t wait for Mrs. Lion to pull my tail again.

Lion says that everyone knows that lions don’t have pubic hair. He certainly doesn’t!

I am not sure what’s going on, but Lion has not been interested in sex. Last night he wasn’t feeling well again. Maybe it was the late hour. Perhaps it was too much dinner – leftover turkey and fixings. Maybe he’s saving himself for when I wax his front side, and he can have some oily fun. We’ve both also been very tired. I don’t normally take naps, but I have been for the past few days. I turned off the alarm, but there’s no way to turn off the doggie alarm. She woke us up at 6:30 yesterday and 7:30 this morning. The early dog gets the pets.

I wasn’t sure when I’d finish waxing Lion. I should probably do it today, so I can be sure to finish. Bending over was hurting my back, and I didn’t have too much to do on the back. His legs were the furriest. I’m glad I started at the bottom and worked my way up. I’m not sure if I would have been able to do a good job if I’d left them for last. It’s a daunting task. He’s got a lot of fur on his legs. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll have a swimmer’s body. There won’t be any hair left to slow him down in the water. Streamlined. Sleek.

I have no idea why Lion likes to be furless. It’s not like any wild lions are running around bare. Mexican hairless dogs look funny to me. Sphinx cats are weird-looking. Why would I want a hairless Lion? Well, I don’t want a completely hairless Lion. He likes waxed legs. I don’t. I do them every so often, so he gets his way. The rest of the time, they are furry.

When I clean him up, I slather oil all over him. It softens the wax. Then I use a towel to rub off the oil and the wax. Of course, when I’m waxing his front, I pay some attention to my weenie. I have to move it out of the way, and sometimes there is a hair or two on it. Once the oil comes out, that weenie gets extra attention. Lion says he doesn’t like lube. I guess oil is another thing. He gets very hard when I start jerking him off. Super hard. I haven’t given any thought to where he is in his wait when I wax him. Have I ever waxed him the day after an orgasm? I wonder if the oil would work its magic then. Is it the oil or the length of time he’s waited that’s the key?

I think today is day eight. That’s not much of a wait in the overall scheme of things. I doubt I’ll give him an orgasm while I’m cleaning him up. That’s too easy. The oil would do half the work for me. I like more of a challenge than that.

I went out to the camper yesterday. My goal was to take our puppy Willow into it so she could get used to it before we were all suddenly living in it on our trip. She was understandably confused. I pulled out Daisy’s toys so she’d be more comfortable. Maybe she’d be more comfortable when Lion was there too. Change is difficult.

Lion needed to go into the camper to get the Directv ready. When I came into the house, he said he wondered about the trip. As much as he wants to go, he worries about how difficult it will be to get in and out of the camper. It’s also difficult for him to get in and out of the truck. He asked me how I felt. I agreed it was hard for him, and I was also worried about how the dog would do. We decided to stay home. I suggested a trip in the near future to a dog-friendly hotel. It will probably be easier for all involved.

Since we’re staying home, I can wax Lion next weekend. He’s gotten furry again. It’s been at least four weeks. He’s not too furry, but I’ve started to notice. Next weekend is perfect timing for another session.

Lion wondered why we didn’t do anything Friday night. I was making up his pill packets. It takes a while, but it’s also sort of uncomfortable sitting in a weird position. Saturday night, he was sleeping a lot. We both slept a lot yesterday and could probably have slept a lot more today than we have. He woke up around 8:45 last night. He asked if I wanted to snuggle and wanted to know if I was okay. In his mind, it was two days of not doing anything. But he’d just woken up. He said he’s been awake for a while. Forgive me. I was letting him get his bearings before I pounced.

Earlier in the day, we fixed up the restraints I got some weeks ago. Lion has been looking forward to using them. There’s been so much on the bed because we have to keep it away from an inquisitive and chewing puppy that I decided the restraints were out for the time being. However, I could always tie his balls up. That’s also bondage. Lion likes bondage. He didn’t argue with the idea.

I normally tie his balls, make them bounce a bit, untie them and proceed to sucking. To mix things up a bit, I left him tied while I sucked him. I was able to make them bounce, and I tugged on them as I sucked. I’m not sure it made things more interesting or not. I could feel him getting closer. I got a little bit of an appetizer. He wasn’t making any noises, but I knew he was close. Without the benefit of panting, it would be difficult to stop short. I decided to charge right up the mountain and over the top.

Afterwards he said it had been 12 days, as if that’s a long time. Technically it is for him, but I could have (and maybe should have) made him wait longer. Maybe I will next time.