The rain came back the other day. We had a good run of sunshine and that may have contributed to people continuing to gather in spite of warnings to keep their distance. Maybe the rain came back to chase people indoors, although in the Pacific Northwest you get used to doing everything in the rain.

The other wetness is in Lion’s diaper. While I was in the shower last night, I decided to make him wear a diaper today. Then I decided to give him a choice. I didn’t really think it was much of a choice. He could either wear a diaper or I could put those evil, little clothespins on the head of his penis. To my surprise, he asked how many clothespins. Was he seriously considering them? Since I really wanted him to choose diapers, I told him three clothespins. I figured he’d never go for that. He still thought for a few minutes before deciding on diapers. He hates both but I thought diapers would be the easy decision.

I’m guessing he was trying to decide if he could handle a short time with the nasty clothespins versus a long time in an uncomfortable diaper. I wonder what he would have done if I had said two clothespins. We’ve never done more than two. I think he might have gone with the clothespins. The other thing I was going to offer instead of the clothespins was Icy Hot on his balls. Again, I wanted him to choose diapers, so I was looking for a horrible alternative. I decided against Icy Hot because I didn’t want to wind up with a face full of Icy Hot smell if I gave him oral sex. As it was, Lion was too cold to come out from under the blankets to play. We just snuggled a bit and held hands.

I think Lion is disappointed we didn’t do anything last night. More importantly, we didn’t do anything in the afternoon. I guess I assume when I see Lion move from his office to the bedroom and snuggle in under the blankets to watch TV that he’s cold and tired and looking for alone time. [Lion — Nope. Just tired of sitting at my desk.] Even if he is, I’ll have to check in with him to see if playtime is available. Maybe he does want to get warm and vegetate for a bit. Maybe he can tell me to check back in an hour. Maybe he’ll want to snuggle under the blankets and see what happens. Maybe he’ll rip off the blankets and ask what took me so long. Any of these is the correct answer!

lion in hisdiaper
My funishment for forgetting punishment day is (at least) Sunday in diapers.

Here we go again! Mrs. Lion is back to her old self. The stress level feels much lower and I’m spending Sunday (at least) in a diaper. Yes, I earned it. I forgot to remind her on Saturday that it was punishment day. Fortunately, this is not a spankable offense anymore. However, there is a penalty. As you can see in the image on the right, I am wearing Depends all day. Mrs. Lion has a particularly cruel twist to the game — that’s what makes it a punishment — she makes me keep wearing it until it’s sufficiently wet and I am ready to urinate again. Then, I can remove the wet diaper, put on a dry one, and relieve myself. That way I end up spending the entire time in a wet diaper. Fortunately, the only diapers she could find today are high-capacity overnight diapers. These leave me feeling drier than the daytime version I usually have to wear.

Wearing a dry pair actually feels pretty good. They’re soft and warm. Any other time, I am naked. It’s a little ironic that the two penalties I’ve endured (panties yesterday and diaper today), both leave me more covered than usual. This is more than made up for by the extra weight and general yuckiness of dealing with a pee-soaked diaper squishing under me when I sit down. I’m sure this is more than you wanted to know.

Along with the aforementioned penalties, there is a general lightness around here. We went to IKEA on Saturday and bought a piece of furniture for my office. It was a nice trip for both of us. Even though nothing has changed in our physical world, I feel much closer and lighter. I hate to admit it, but I need the sort of things Mrs. Lion is doing to me once again. I’m not sure if she will admit it, but I think she likes it too. She gets a little smile when she sees me wearing a diaper.

Lion's hairless versus hairy legs
What do you think? Mrs. Lion is trying to decide if she prefers my legs (chest too), hairy or hairless.

I asked her about  more waxing. She’s considering it. She said that she’s not sure whether or not she wants me to be furrier. She’s trying to decide if she prefers hair on my chest and legs. My legs are pretty hairy. My vote is for no hair. However, I don’t get a vote. I like no chest, leg, or underarm hair. I’ve been hairless between my paws for decades. I can’t even imagine myself with a full set of pubic hair. In fact, when Mrs. Lion was unable to wax me, only a little patch grew back above my penis. However, my balls and perineum got quite hairy. Not having hair in my crack makes it much easier to stay clean. I guess it’s just a matter of preference. However, in this case, it’s entirely up to Mrs. Lion.

It feels good to be thinking about these relatively trivial things. I hate to admit it, but I like sitting in this diaper too. It’s not that I like diapers, I just like the interaction with my lioness. I hope there’s lots more to come.

anal trainer kit
I’ll start with the smallest one. Lion thinks it’s too small for him, but he’s never been pegged by a butt plug before. He may be surprised how hard that little thing is to take.

We decided to go to Ikea yesterday. Lion needs better storage for his office space at home so we’re moving things around. Needless to say, I didn’t really get anything done around the house. I’m hoping that will happen today. Although, the things I’ll get done are most likely not much unpacking. However, getting Lion’s office space figured out goes a long way toward making the house more livable.

It was about 8:30 when I shoved the butt plug up Lion’s ass. We didn’t get the early start we hoped for. It must not have been too uncomfortable because he snoozed while it was in. When I tried to wake him up, he said he was ready to play and then he was out again. We finally wound up playing around 9:30 when I removed the butt plug. I’d guess we were at it for about a half hour. I don’t think Lion ever reached a full erection but he was bucking away. I know it felt good for him even if nothing was really happening.

After our attempt at fun, I told Lion he forgot punishment day. I said he owes me a diaper day. Then I suggested that we no longer really need punishment days. I punish him on the day of the infraction, assuming I remember. This, of course, would eliminate a source of infractions. And, Saturdays especially, is a good source of infractions. We decided recently that rules like these are misdemeanors so he wouldn’t be avoiding serious punishment, but perhaps I’m being too hasty in cancelling punishment days. Any opportunity for punishment of any sort is welcome. For now, we’ll keep them.

We got the set of three butt plugs Lion ordered so we can begin anal training. At first glance, they look laughably small. He said the smallest one is probably not usable. However, if you consider that these will be going in and out like a dildo, the smaller one might not feel all that insignificant. I think we’ll start off with it. If it is too small we can certainly move on to the next size. We’ve never used a butt plug like a dildo before so I’m reluctant to start out too large. He’ll need time to adjust.

As I mentioned, Lion is in a diaper today. I allowed him to pee before putting on the first one. From then on he’ll have to pee and sit in a wet diaper. He can change from that wet diaper just before he has to pee again. That way he’ll always be in a wet diaper. You’re welcome, my pet. [Lion — Humph!]

liom in thong panties
Here I am in a pair of panties Mrs. Lion picked out for me..
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Our move is almost complete. Yesterday, Mrs. Lion picked up the last of our belongings and left our keys in our old house.

You come across the darndest things when packing to move. I discovered that I have at least a dozen pairs of panties. They were jammed on one side of a drawer. I had no idea my collection was so extensive. We’ve made more shopping trips to buy panties than days I’ve actually had to wear them.

I’m not complaining. Women’s panties don’t turn me on to wear and are much less comfortable than my men’s boxer briefs.

We also turned up a ton of diapers. It’s been a very long time since Mrs. Lion made me wear one. That too is another example of something that is way more exciting to think about than to actually wear.

Obviously, I don’t have a panty or diaper fetish. It is hot to think about being made to wear either under my clothes. Of course, since I’ve been working from home, I don’t wear clothes most of the time.

Given that we both seem to have forgotten about diapers and panties, that doesn’t mean I won’t be wearing them in the future. Mrs. Lion likes to mix things up sometimes, and will instruct me put on a pair of panties or a diaper. When it’s a diaper, she knows that wearing a dry one feels pretty much like wearing regular underwear. To make sure that I am aware I’m wearing a diaper and not underwear, she makes me wear a wet one until I have to pee again. Then, I can change it just in time to wet the new one.

I am wearing a dry diaper in this image. It will stay on me even after I wet it. I can only change it when I am ready to pee again.

Wet diapers don’t smell bad (they have some sort of odor preventing stuff in them), but the absorbed liquid is heavy and the diaper becomes swollen and sags. So, I spend my day pulling up a wet diaper that keeps trying to fall off.

Panties just don’t feel right when I wear them. I can’t forget I’m wearing them because of that. I think that’s the entire point of wearing them. Either diapers or panties are uncomfortable enough to remind me who is in charge. It isn’t so bad that I am desperate to get back to either being naked or wearing my own, male underwear.

When I’m required to wear either, they stay on even if we go out. It does feel a bit odd going out to dinner wearing panties or a wet diaper.

For us, that’s the entire point. It isn’t the excitement of a fetish. Instead, it’s the constant reminder that I am not in control. I suppose it’s a good thing to remind me of that every so often by making me wear frilly panties or a wet diaper. If I enjoyed wearing either, making me put one on would just be feeding my fetish.

I definitely have a bondage fetish. That’s why I like wearing a chastity device. It’s 24/7 penis bondage. When I wear one I don’t necessarily feel the power Mrs. Lion has over me. However, when she takes me out and edges me repeatedly, then locks me back up without an orgasm, I feel her power.

She brings me to the point when I start humping air and whimper when she let’s go just before I can get relief. She’s become an expert at this. I just know that this time she’s going to let me ejaculate.

Oh no!

She stopped just a couple of strokes too soon. I’m left panting and humping air. Then, when I calm down just a bit, her hand returns and gives me just a few quick strokes. The first few times she does this I’m excited but not ready to blow. It doesn’t take long after she begins this rhythm that I’m on the edge again. I’m so close, she sometimes accidentally gives me a ruined orgasm. Most of the time she stops just millimeters before I can come.

Mrs. Lion generally repeats this cycle three or more times before stopping. Sometimes, she continues doing it over and over until I just can’t have an orgasm even if she masturbates me continuously. We say that I’m broken at that point. Apparently, you can’t edge a man indefinitely. Eventually, he just gives up on a physical level. That’s its own special kind of hell. Mrs. Lion can keep stimulating me. I’ll stay hard and feel excited. No matter how long she does this, I never get close to ejaculating.

A lot of women’s enjoy post-orgasmic torture (POT). Just after ejaculating most men experience extreme sensitivity on the heads of their penises. It doesn’t happen to me every time, but it is frequent enough to make POT a fun activity. It’s extremely easy to do. Immediately after the orgasm, vigorously rub the head of the penis. You better hold onto the shaft tightly with the other hand because he will work very hard to try to get away. I generally have enough control to stay in position, but I can’t help squirming trying to get away from that horrible feeling.

Now that we are beginning to get moved in, I expect Mrs. Lion will have some surprises in store for me. Stay tuned.