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The other day, Lion bought some new panties. He shared a picture on one of his posts. It’s been a while since I made him wear panties or a diaper. I just haven’t thought about it. Apparently, I should. We have other panties. I guess he thought we needed more because we haven’t been using them. Hint, hint.

I don’t usually think about humiliating him. I guess spanking could fall under that category, but I never thought of it that way. I’m sure if someone saw me punishing him, he would be humiliated. But no one does. Having a license plate that alludes to my spanking him is a little humiliating. I’m not sure which one of us it humiliates more though.

While I was looking for his razor case, I came across the nail polish I used to put on his toes a long time ago. I didn’t pull it out, but if he wants to be humiliated, I certainly can accommodate him. I don’t remember what colors we have, but giving him pretty toes is not unreasonable. Maybe his toes can match his panties. How’s that for a fashion statement?

I guess those are two ways that aren’t painful to show my power. He asked me the other day what I had in mind when I said there were other ways to show my power that weren’t painful. I had no answer. I wasn’t really thinking of any. I’m not sure if he was looking for ideas or if he was reminiscing about the good old days when he bought the panties. Like me, I am sure he forgot all about the nail polish. [Lion — I did.]

I haven’t posted since his latest orgasm. He didn’t give me much cream filling. But he did have a nice orgasm, so I’ll live with it. When he did the Edex shot, I pulled out some plastic clothespins. They are far meaner than wooden ones. Once I started putting them on, he pouted and said he thought he was getting oral sex. He can’t have both? Isn’t this the man who said he needed more play? Just because his previous oral sex didn’t end in an orgasm, doesn’t mean we’ll jump right into sex. No, no, no. If I had gone right for sex, he would have pouted that we didn’t play first.

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I usually write my posts the day before they are published. This is because they are released at 5 AM my time. Sorry, I’m not getting up at 4 AM to write my post. Anyway, it’s just before noon on Saturday. So far, it’s been a quiet morning. Mrs. Lion wrote her post and asked me to read it. She may or may not be promising to make me wear panties today or tomorrow, or sometimes. It isn’t clear to me.

She wondered if my kegel exercises with an EMS machine might make anal play easier. It’s possible. The probe I use is six inches long and one inch in diameter. I lube it with conductive jelly. I have difficulty getting enough on the probe and then up my ass. I ordered a lube injector and will use that to “pave the way” for the probe. No, it doesn’t feel particularly enjoyable to use it. Anal activity is uncomfortable for me. With practice, I can learn to accept larger visitors. From time to time, Mrs. Lion likes to play back there.

She seems to have lost interest in most of the stuff we used to do. I suppose it’s natural for this to happen. Sporadic play is often more disruptive than fun for me. I also get into the habit of not being played with. I don’t necessarily welcome it when it happens the first time after a hiatus. If the next session comes within a day or two, I am prepared and welcoming.

That’s not to say I won’t enjoy the attention. I absolutely will. Do I like wearing panties? No, not particularly. They don’t fit well around my male anatomy. I’m always aware that they are on. Since nobody sees me in them, I’m not particularly embarrassed wearing them. I like the feeling of being “forced” to wear them by Mrs. Lion. I like it when she does things that demonstrate her power. That’s what makes anal play fun even though it’s uncomfortable.

Things change if she makes me go out in panties or a diaper. Then I am very aware of the potential for humiliation. During a power failure, I got the same feeling when we went to a local rec center to shower. I was very aware of my hairlessness when in the locker room and community shower. That was a few years ago. Since then, I’ve lost my shyness about that.

I suppose that if I had to wear panties all of the time, I’d stop worrying about discovery. Maybe I wouldn’t. I don’t want to find out.

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rear view of lion
Lion in his uniform.

Sometimes Lion wonders why I’m also naked around the house. He has to be. I don’t. So what’s up?

I don’t even remember why I started it. I guess it was because we were always in bed or doing something sexual and it just seemed easier to be naked. At some points I think it’s because I don’t want to dirty clothes when I come home from work. I tend to be hotter than Lion so having fewer clothes on is a good thing. Other times I think it’s because we tend to hang out in the bedroom and being under the blankets together is more conducive to snuggling.

When I come home from work, I generally leave my undies on and put on a T shirt. It’s usually a ripped T shirt that isn’t good to wear in public anymore. I don’t care if it gets stained. I guess it’s the equivalent of women who wear sweatpants. Guys always think those are so sexy. Not. When I get too hot I take off the T shirt and, after my shower, the undies go away. Today is another snow day so I just have a ripped T shirt on.

I’ve tried wearing clothes around the house. Since we’re in the bedroom most of the time, my jeans tend to scrunch up the comforter. It’s not as easy to move around. It’s warmer in the bedroom so I usually need to shed clothes. I’m down to a T shirt and undies before long anyway.

Lion has said he likes when I wear clothes and he’s naked. I guess it shows that I’m more dominant. I’ve never donned any leather or lace and I can’t imagine doing so. I assume one or the other would be more of a turn on for him. Maybe not. He tends to like women with no make up who are outdoorsy. Maybe my ripped T shirts do it for him. [Lion — They do!]

The point is, I dress how I dress because it’s convenient for me. I’ve gotten used to Lion being naked and my being half naked. It works for us.

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As Mrs. Lion wrote, we’re snowed in. This is an amazing event. Most years we don’t get any snow at all, and when we do it’s two or 3 inches. In the more-than-10 years we’ve been living here I can only remember a few small snowfalls. Since there are almost no snowplows, we will have to wait until nature takes its course and the snow melts enough to let us get out. Fortunately, we both have four-wheel-drive vehicles.

Meanwhile back in the lion’s den, Mrs. Lion is making me wear diapers today (Saturday). As usual, I have to wear a wet diaper until it’s time to pee again and then change just in time to wet the new one. I am sitting in a wet, heavy pair of adult incontinence underwear. Yuck.

I should learn to keep my mouth shut. This morning, I reminded Mrs. Lion that she said she would be locking me up. As she wrote yesterday, she doesn’t want to appear to be doing something just because I told her. Her solution is to substitute a wet diaper for my locking cock ring or Jail Bird.

I wonder if Mrs. Lion’s newfound interest in diapering me and making me wear frilly panties is a sign that she’s feeling better. I hope so. Both of these activities have been dormant about a year. I can’t say that I missed them. Of course Mrs. Lion knows that I don’t particularly like wearing women’s underwear or diapers. It’s true that I originally suggested making me wear these things. It’s also true that when she does, I feel her power.

Does this make me crazy? When I’m not sitting in a wet diaper, I sometimes miss that Mrs. Lion doesn’t put me in one more often. The same is true of panties. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to be more horny tonight because of my diaper day. I’m going to be spanked tonight (Remember, I’m writing this on Saturday) because I spilled gravy on my shirt Friday night. Today, after all, is punishment day. And yes, I reminded Mrs. Lion of that.

It may be that Lioness 3.0 has emerged once again. If she has, I’m going to have sore buns much more often. 3.0 has no mercy enforcing her rules. It could be that February is Bruised Lion Month. Sadly, March is when I get the surgery that will put us out of business for several weeks.

I’m really glad that 3.0 has returned. This is a really good time for me to remember the important things. It’s entirely too easy for me to focus on the loss of sensation in my fingers and poor balance. Both conditions should be cured by the operation. In the meantime, I can’t button my shirts. It’s hard to tie my shoes. And, I drop things. I was clumsy enough before this problem. Now it’s just ridiculous.

I’m very grateful that Mrs. Lion is working so hard to help me keep things normal. I guess in our case keeping things normal means sitting in wet diapers and going out in frilly panties.