Christmas Eve is here at last. Our turkey breast is defrosting in the fridge. We have the fixings for our Christmas dinner for two. We exchanged gifts earlier. Mrs. Lion got a twelve-inch iPad and I got the smaller one from Santa Lion. We are enjoying our gifts. We upgraded our computers too. Mrs. Lion had been using an old (6 years) HP all-in-one. It was so slow that she could hardly play her SIMS game. She now has a 6-core Dell with lots of memory and a solid-state disk. My computer is the same model but over five years old. I ordered a new one similar to Mrs. Lion’s. My new one will have 8 cores, 32 GB of memory, and a 1TB solid-state disk. If you are technically inclined, all this power is needed to support Photoshop, and get this, MS Word. Word eats up resources with its auto-update feature. While writing, I get frequent stutters. Hopefully, the new box will fix that.

We don’t have a tree. We haven’t had one in years. It seems like too much trouble just for us. One thing we have that has served us very well in the pandemic is our unsociable way of life. We are both very happy with each other’s company and being quarantined is our normal way of life. Tonight, we will snuggle and, if we have any, drink some eggnog. That’s a tradition we have enjoyed since we have been together. We may miss it this year because we don’t go out unless we have to.

The best Christmas gift for me is my life with Mrs. Lion. It seems so improbable that we would have met. We came from different worlds. Thanks to a dating site we connected. I have no idea why she agreed to meet me, but she did. I had absolutely no way of knowing how incredibly well we would fit together. I’ve always been attracted to tomboys. Mrs. Lion is most certainly a tomboy. She played soccer, loves football, and doesn’t mind getting dirty. She’s also developed into a frighteningly good spanker.

We both make sure that the last words we say to each other are “I love you.” It’s a sort of superstition of mine that if I don’t wake up, those will be the last words we share. It may sound sappy, but I go to sleep each night with a smile on my face. I look forward to waking up on Christmas morning next to the most wonderful gift in the world: my sweet lioness.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and find it hard to get back to sleep. Those are the times I think about my life. There are so many choices. Each one leads to more. I find myself tracking back, wondering what might have happened if I did something different. Where would I be now?

The most important events in my life seem to be more accidents than decisions. I met Mrs. Lion because I happened to run across an online dating site and I was feeling horny and a bit lonely. I had never seen the site before. It wasn’t particularly slick. I decided to see who might be there. I registered and wrote a minimal profile. That gave me access to search. I don’t remember exactly what I put in, but about 100 profiles appeared.

One profile picture struck me. It was a closeup of a cute, smiling female face. I don’t even think it was in color. Her smile tugged at my heart. Weird. Her profile said she was looking for a hookup, not in those words. Her approximate location seemed fairly close to me. I was surprised at my reaction. I didn’t do anything on the first visit. The next day I decided to try to contact her. This particular site was free to search but charged if you wanted to contact someone. Only the person making the first contact had to pay. I figured, “Fuck it!” and paid for a membership.

I found her picture and sent her a message. I think it was pretty brief; just a “let’s chat” sort of thing. I figured the odds were against her responding. Neither her profile nor her picture revealed anything about how she looked below her head. I wondered if that was intentional. I decided that I didn’t care.

Also going through my head at the time was whether I wanted to be sure she was kinky and liked to play. Until that moment, my connections had been through our local BDSM organization. Kinky was assumed. I was at the end of a tumultuous decade-long master/slave relationship — Yes, I was the master — and was tired of drama. I realized that what I wanted was a peaceful, loving relationship. I thought I could live happily without BDSM. In any case, I decided that it wasn’t high on my wish list.

I figured that some hot sex without strings or drama would be very good. I hoped this smiling, mystery woman would write back. Talk about random! Most of the time women on these dating sites don’t respond. Apparently, there are a thousand male members for every female. It seemed to me that a cute woman wanting sex would be inundated with contacts. Still, I hoped she would contact me.

She did. We exchanged some messages. It felt good to me and apparently to her too. It turned out that she lived about  90 minutes from my house. I was concerned that if we did too much email before meeting, we might create expectations impossible to meet. I suggested we meet only a couple of days after our first contact. She agreed! She was also willing to meet for sex. No preliminary coffee meeting in a safe restaurant for us. I did some research and found a Super 8 motel about halfway between our houses. We agreed to meet in the afternoon a day or two later.

I got there first. She had a description of my car. The parking lot was almost empty. I would be easy to spot. Right on time, a minivan pulled up next to my car. It was her. I was very nervous. We got out of our cars at the same time. There was a brief, awkward silence. I broke it by asking her if she wanted me to get a room for us. She said she did. I went to the motel office and got a room for three hours.

She was still standing by her car. I told her the room number and we walked to it silently. Once inside, we shared a little nervous small talk. We kissed and she began taking off her clothes. I did the same. Naked, we hugged and kissed again. She really turned me on. I was hard and she felt it when we hugged.

I don’t remember exactly what happened next. What I do remember is Mrs. Lion kneeling on the edge of the bed, butt in the air. I stood behind her and penetrated her anally. Apparently, we had decided to do this on our first “date”. It felt great! Afterward, we lay together much more comfortable with one another. We talked and snuggled. It was exactly what I hoped for: sexy, peaceful, and warm. After a while, we parted.

We met a couple of times a week after that. I think our second date was also anal. After that, we did more usual things. It was always easy and warm. We just fit. I’d like to say we fell in love at first penetration, but we didn’t. For a while the sex kept us coming back. Love was sneaky. At some point. I can’t pinpoint it, we each realized we wanted to be together. That was it. We never looked back.

Thinking back to this, I realize how unlikely our connection was. The odds were against it from the start. Maybe it was a happy accident. I think it is more likely that the universe has a way of helping if you ask. I asked for a peaceful, loving relationship. The universe already knew I was horny and kinky. Mrs. Lion also wanted a sexy, peaceful, loving relationship. She didn’t know about the kinky part. The universe did.

We’ve been together for 17 years. Seven of them have been spent with our FLRD and orgasm control in place. As Michael (collardmichaelcom.blog) pointed out in a comment, we don’t seem to get angry at each other. It’s true we get annoyed. I growl and Mrs. Lion snarls. Since we’ve added domestic discipline to our marriage, there is less snarling and more spanking. I don’t want to give the wrong impression. I can’t remember more than two times I’ve been spanked for annoying Mrs. Lion. I expected much more frequent visits with her paddle to manage things I do that piss her off. That hasn’t happened.

It’s tempting to digress into the why-I’m-not-punished-for-pissing-her-off discussion; that belongs in a post all by itself. The simple truth is that things don’t escalate very far with us. I think we both had enough bad experiences in our lives to give us a sense of proportion. I can’t speak for Mrs. Lion, but for me, it’s pretty simple: is it worth risking the most wonderful thing in my life for some issue? I’ve never been able to answer yes to that question.

It could be that Mrs. Lion is a very easy-going, good-natured woman. Her good nature sometimes worries me because I know that there may be things going on under the surface she is reluctant to express. We’ve talked about this many times and she promises to not let things simmer. This seems to be very difficult for her. I’m not sure why. She has to know that she can’t lose me by growling at me or spanking me. I guess there’s a nagging fear under the surface that the little things will build up and I could lose her.

Some psychologists claim that couples who don’t fight have unhealthy relationships. Their theory is that there must be conflict in any relationship. If the conflict isn’t brought to the surface, it can fester and eventually destroy the couple. This sort of thinking was a very big deal in the 70s. The idea was that every feeling should be expressed, evaluated, and resolved. It didn’t matter how trivial. This is a very tiring way to live. We just don’t want to go that route.

I tend to express my feelings. I don’t think it’s a mystery how I feel about anything. This isn’t true of my lioness. However, I think she has gotten much better at letting me know when things bother her. This is probably the main reason we’ve never fought. She’s used to me growling and knows how to manage it. In her role as my disciplining wife, while she has the tools to express her feelings, she’s been slow to use them.

I don’t think she believes she really can. Even if she doesn’t, over the years we’ve worked out our own style of communication that satisfies us. We’ve both been open in our posts. They accurately reflect how we’re feeling at the time we write them. We’ve assiduously avoided any whitewashing. With us, it’s pretty much what you see is what you get.

I’m still committed to helping Mrs. Lion extend her disciplinary power. I know there are times that she just stuffs her feelings to avoid any growls or snarls. I keep hoping any snarl opportunity will convert to spanking. That would be best for me, I think. (Famous last words!)

Compared with many locked males I did quite well in the orgasm department. Mrs. Lion is going to improve her oral stats, she says.I hope so. Maybe we will hear from Team Vagina too.

We’ve closed the books on another year. 2019 with a very tough year for me. I had a lot of medical issues that ranged from kidney stones through spinal surgery, to glaucoma and three eye surgeries. Mrs. Lion took wonderful care of me through all of this. I missed 13 consecutive weeks of work because of the spinal surgery. Through all this we had a pretty active sex life. You can see the year-end statistics in the chart to the right. You might note that October was a very big month for orgasms. That was because we were celebrating Unlocktober. Mrs. Lion did her very best and managed to get me off 8 times. Despite that, my average wait time was seven days.

This year we had New Year’s Eve fireworks of our own. Mrs. Lion, in response to my comment that her spanking the day before wasn’t bad because she had me wearing panties, decided to do an encore performance. This time, I may not have seen fireworks but I certainly saw stars during my spanking. She had me wear a pair of her old panties (she had given them to me earlier in the year for my collection of women’s underwear). She adjusted her stroke to compensate for the extra protection the cloth gave me. That spanking really hurt! She told me that I was bleeding. I wasn’t surprised. The panties had a big blood spot when she was through.

Earlier in the day, she sent me email with a very sweet message:

” I guess I’m sort of proud of me too. Who knew that the person barely hitting you at first, is now whomping you and making you sorry you ever asked for it?”

I was surprised when that message came in out of the blue. This is the first time Mrs. Lion actually said that she felt good about her spanking skills. She’s absolutely right. When I get in trouble, I am sorry I ever asked her to spank me. [Mrs. Lion – It wasn’t out of the blue. Lion said he was proud of me first.]

Even more importantly, this is no longer something I can ask her to stop. Both enforced male chastity and our Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD) belong to her. On this first day of 2020, I’m surprised that sexual control and corporal punishment have gone from something I wanted because it was hot to think about to a part of my marriage. Yes, I did want this not to be under my control. Before someone says, “Be Careful What You Wish for,” I’m not a bit disappointed. As Willy Wonka said at the end of the original Willy Wonka movie with Gene Wilder, “Do you know what happened to the little boy who got everything he wanted? He lived happily ever after!”

That’s me. Well, that’s me right now. Last night, bent over the side of the bed being paddled with Mrs. Lion’s very painful ferrule paddle, I was anything but happy. We’ll see if I remember to remind Mrs. Lion on Saturday that it’s punishment day. I better; otherwise I expect I’ll have to endure a 10 minute spanking. The one last night was five minutes long.

If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m writing this on New Year’s Day. I write my posts the day before they publish. My posts are released at 5 AM my local time (PST). I’m not getting get up at 3 AM to write. I’m sound asleep when they go out. This creates a rather confusing situation. Mrs. Lion writes her posts the day they are published. You hear about what happened the night before. Then I come along the next day with my perspective on the same night that Mrs. Lion wrote about. That’s one of the hazards of daily posting. When I don’t write about what happened to me, everything works perfectly. When I do, I’m a day behind.

Speaking of behind, mine still hurts from last night (New Year’s Eve). In fact, it hurts more now than it did then. Last night, before midnight, Mrs. Lion attempted to give me an orgasm. She used her Magic Wand. It automatically turns itself off after about 20 minutes. You can turn it on again, of course. She applied it to my penis until it turned itself off, and then turned it on again. She kept trying. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t get there. I commented that I’m really broken. She gave me that look and said I’m not.

Coming up later this year will be two reviews: I’ll be reviewing the Evotion chastity device and I will be doing a rundown on the latest male sex machines. The Lion test labs will be busy. I got an email a bit ago from a chastity device maker. They were discussing having me review their device. They said that they liked the idea because I had a sex-friendly blog. How does the maker of chastity devices, which prevents sex, think a sex-friendly blog is a good place for a review? I’m just kidding. We all know that caged males are always horny. I’m very sex friendly, especially when locked up.

Speaking of locked up, I wonder if Mrs. Lion is going to mark the new year by snapping the lock shut on one of my devices. There certainly is an incentive: my lack of sexual responsiveness may be a way of my body asking for captivity again. I don’t know. I know that I do consider having a chastity device on my penis as a sexy thing. Maybe it’s time to return to the cage. It’s a little embarrassing to do it, but I’ll ask Mrs. Lion. I’m sure she will oblige me. She’s ever so nice that way. She’s not so nice about unlocking me if I want to get out.

My life is a little bit like a roach motel; it’s easy to get in, but impossible to get out. It’s a good thing I like it so much.