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.

Mrs. Lion waxed both legs, my pubes, chest, butt, back and pits.
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Do you think that being naked all the time causes me to think about sex more than I would if dressed? After all, my cock and balls are treated to a wide variety of sensations and temperatures as I go through my day. Sometimes, I have to move my balls out from under me when I sit down. Other times, my hand drops to my lap, and bumps into my cock.

Direct physical contact with my genitals requires no effort at all. Despite that, I don’t find myself getting erections during the day. Sure, when I write about sex, something tends to pop up between my legs. Otherwise, I stay calm the same way I would if fully clothed. Still, I feel a heightened sense of vulnerability because I am naked.

Over the years, I’ve noticed that Mrs. Lion spends more and more of her time naked as well. Is nudity contagious? Have we become a nudist couple? After all, Mrs. Lion has no requirement to remain unclothed. She does it because she wants to.

I’m not sure that she even notices my nudity any more. It never comes up in conversation. She very rarely makes a remark about my exposed cock and balls. Of course, I don’t expect her to offer a running commentary on something I’ve been doing for over 15 years. I guess it’s just part of me now. Clothing is for going out and for when company comes. My natural state is bare and nearly completely hairless.

The most I have actually have on is my chastity device. When wearing that, ironically the only part of my body shielded from view is my penis. Well, you can see some of it between the bars of my cage. This state is so ordinary for me that I rarely even think about. It came to mind today only because I went out for physical therapy and then as soon as I got home, I got naked as usual. While I was undressing it crossed my mind that what I’m doing is far from typical.

My post the other day that mentioned purple panties drew a little extra attention. One person wistfully noted that he badly wanted his wife to require him to wear women’s underwear all the time. He said that she is unresponsive to this request. He bought some anyway and wears panties now and then. For the record, between me and shopping trips with Mrs. Lion, I have a fairly extensive collection of frillies. Most of the items are still brand-new never worn.

I’m not complaining. If Mrs. Lion decides to put me in panties, we’re all set. Meanwhile, it’s impossible to ignore the fact that I’m naked and hairless. Speaking of which, hair has been growing back and it’s time for waxing again. Mrs. Lion reduced the area she removes hair. Of course, she removes all pubic and butt hair. She also cleans off my chest, underarms, shoulders, upper legs, and back. Essentially the only fur I have left is on my arms and lower legs.

I asked Mrs. Lion to remove all this fur. I confess that I like the way I look. There was one time a few weeks ago when my hairlessness caused me some concern. It was during the long power failure. We decided to go to the local community center for showers. The men’s locker room is open with no place to hide. Even if I wrap the towel around my middle, my hairless chest and underarms, not to mention my legs are visible for one and all to see.

We went at a time I figured that few, if any, people would be in the locker rooms. When I arrived and undressed to shower, I was the only one there. After my shower, when walking back to the locker where I put my clothes, another man was nearby changing into his gym shorts. He glanced my way and I’m sure noted my lack of fur. I didn’t see any change of expression, no gasp of horror, just a glance over to me and then he resumed undressing.

I have no idea what I expected. What could a stranger possibly say? “My God! He has no body hair!” That’s just silly. Also, why should I care what a stranger thinks of my personal grooming. Ironically, when I had surgery for removing a kidney stone, I didn’t give a second thought to the fact that the entire surgical team would see my lack of pubic hair. When I had to go back to the doctor’s office to remove a stent, again I was naked in front of his nurse and the surgeon himself. I wasn’t embarrassed. I didn’t even think about it.

I know it doesn’t matter how others will react. I’m me and I come packaged with almost no fur. Big deal. My blasé attitude would certainly disappear if someone I know wasn’t aware of our kink, saw me this way. A friend would almost certainly comment. At this point, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t blush. Though deep down, I’d be, at least momentarily, embarrassed.

That’s not a bad thing. After all, part of my kink is this sort of gentle humiliation. It’s no different than wearing panties. It’s a kind of naughty fun.

liom in thong panties
This is a pair of panties that Mrs. Lion picked out for me. It’s fairly transparent. You can see the Jail Bird under it.
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One of the people I follow on Twitter, writes that she is new to the concept of femdom. She claims that her husband admitted seeing a professional who spanked him. She believed that he was cheating on her with this other woman. Lots of people let her know that pros rarely have sex with their clients. In any case, she decided to talk to him and find out just what was going on.

Not surprisingly, he told her that he wanted to be spanked. She thought about that for a while and then reluctantly took a riding crop to his bare behind. She liked it. Of course, so did he. This began the conversation they’ve been having about his fantasies. One of them, is cross dressing. She asked her twitter followers what it meant when a man wanted to wear women’s clothes.

I thought about my adventures wearing panties. In my case, I don’t get the sexual thrill dressing like a woman. But I do feel a titillating sense of potential humiliation. I know that if other people saw what I’m wearing under my jeans, it would be very embarrassing. This is sort of like the feeling I get having sex where I might be discovered.

Wearing my bunny-tail buttplug.

It’s also an expression of Mrs. Lion’s control over me. I like that. It is a turn on to have to do things like wearing panties, a diaper, or a bunny-tail butt plug. Even though I know she is the only one who will see me in this embarrassing state — except for you, of course — it still gets to me.

This is very different from the feeling of submission I get when Mrs. Lion punishes me. Being spanked and having to sit on the punishment stool makes me feel her raw power. Wearing panties or a bunny butt plug is a different sort of semi-humiliating feeling.

It’s been a while since I’ve done any of these things. Mrs. Lion has threatened to put me in panties and diapers; she’s even threatened to paint my toenails. So far, I’ve escaped.

For me, at least, wearing panties is exciting when I think about being forced to put them on. Once on, they feel like…underwear. I don’t get any long term titillation knowing that under my jeans I’m wearing a frilly thong. That doesn’t mean it’s ineffective. It just means that without being reminded I have them on, I don’t think about it. Of course, when I get undressed, there they are. Now that’s humiliating. I suppose that if my naked-at-home rule is modified to require me to wear those panties and nothing else, I would certainly be affected.

When I have to wear a diaper, that’s all I wear when I’m at home. It’s impossible to forget that I’m wearing a diaper even when I’m fully dressed. This is particularly true when the diaper is wet.

Mrs. Lion has made some rules about diaper wearing. Generally, I have to wear a wet diaper at all times. Essentially, the first diaper goes on dry and stays on even after I pee. Usually, I get to change the diaper just before I have to pee again. That way, I’m never dry.

Recently, I ran across a blurb for an adult diaper. It said that adults generally wear two diapers a day. That suggests that wet diapers are changed on a schedule rather than after getting wet. This might work for me so long as the diaper I’m wearing has the capacity to manage my output. In any case, the idea of scheduled changing has a certain appeal.

It’s odd that I consider these activities to be private humiliation. After all, pictures of me in these states are publicly available in this blog, and by extension, on an image search of Google or Bing. If you go on either image site and search ““, you will see a large collection of images we published over the years. Most of them are of my genitals or ass. They also include me in diapers and with various toys up my butt.

Below my shoulders and above my knees, I am a very public lion. On this site alone, over a million people have intimate knowledge of my naughty bits. Of course, we’ve been careful and it is unlikely anyone is going to stop me on the street and tell me that they like my penis. I wonder how I’d react if that ever happened.

This weekend we’ll be scrambling to get our camper ready for our first trip of the season. There isn’t a ton of things to do. We have to change some batteries, get all the bathroom and kitchen things back in it and make the bed. Then we’ll have to figure out what food we want to bring with us. We tend to eat out a lot so it’s mostly breakfast things.

More importantly, I’ll have to find my camper torture kit. I fill a duffel bag with paddles, Velcro and various assorted toys so we can play on the road. I’m sure Lion has mixed feelings about the torture kit. He likes to play until it’s actually time to play and then he isn’t so sure anymore.

In the past I’ve been very lax about camper play. This summer I’m going to try to do better. We both tend to slack off on trips. I’m also lumping punishment in that statement. I let Lion get away with a lot. I was even thinking of having him bring his Hawaiian shirt along in case he needs to be reminded of who’s in charge. If you remember, I got him the shirt to wear as punishment. It’s not something he would normally wear. Actually he’s never worn it but that’s mostly because it really makes him stand out and I figure it’s more suited to vacations.

If you’re out and about Memorial Day weekend and you see someone in a blue, flamingo print shirt, nod at him to let him know you know he’s gotten himself into some trouble. He may also have red buns but we won’t be showing those off.