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oasis
Lion found a sexual oasis after five, long days waiting. I’ve learned to laugh at his mumbling and grumbling.

That means several things to me right now. We just got home from a weekend away with no cell phone or internet service. To an internet addict like me it was torture! Lion had some fun. Mrs Lion had none.

As you know, Lion had an orgasm last Sunday in his sling. Then I made him wait. I wasn’t sure how long he was going to wait, but I was having fun laughing at his mumbling and grumbling. Friday night he asked if I could take him out even if it wasn’t for an orgasm. I agreed. It was in the back of my mind that maybe he should only get to come when we are away. That works out to once every few weeks, although I think there are a few weekends in a row we have planned away. Can Lion make it that long? I’m sure he’ll be fine. Mumbling and grumbling, but fine. Do I really want him knowing that he just has to wait to the next trip for an orgasm? Probably not. But Friday night I decided it was his lucky night.

After five long days, an eternity for a horny Lion, it took a little bit of work to get him going. I almost had to do mouth to cock resuscitation. Finally I got him hard and started playing with him. I don’t think I officially edged him. I stroked and stopped and stroked and stopped. Each time I told him I knew he wasn’t close. Then, for whatever reason, I decided I really wanted to do the mouth to cock resuscitation. I was merrily sucking away when Lion, good boy that he is, reported that if I didn’t stop he was going to come. I didn’t stop. Needless to say he was a very happy Lion.

I’m not sure when he started, but Lion has been initiating sex every night. On Friday night he did not. It was a long day. I had driven a lot and I was tired. He got his orgasm and I was perfectly fine not getting any attention. Saturday night he fell asleep watching television. By the time he woke up, I was tired. Before he fell asleep he said he was sorry he hadn’t initiated and asked if that was ok. As I said in a previous post, I’m not sure how I feel about him trying every night, but I’m happy he’s making an effort. You know what they say, the best laid plans of mice and men…. Stuff happens. He’s tired. I’m tired. So it didn’t happen. It will. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. We’ll get back on track. Two things are certain. He’s in his cage and I’m still in charge. That’s all that matters.

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In: Keyholder, Lion's Journal, Male Control (training), Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment, Sex
hidden key
I’ve hidden Lion’s key. I hope I can remember where I hid it (so does he)

Last night I took my favorite toy out of its cage and played with it. I was thinking I’d only stretch it a little. I wasn’t going to edge Lion. But he moaned and I figured I’d give him a little more attention. Just a little. So I edged him and when I was done I handed him the cock ring and told him to replace it when he was soft.

I know Lion doesn’t want to know where the key is. I don’t know if this is from a temptation standpoint or a power thing. Whatever it is, this morning I hid the key in a different place. Now it’s a crap shoot whether I can remember where I hid it. And will I remember to bring it for our weekend away?

No matter how comfortable he says he his in cage, I think he thinks about sex more often now than he did when he was wild. I think it makes him a little crazy not to be able to touch himself.  He won’t admit it, but I think he’s really missing his favorite toy so he may throw a temper tantrum or two. I guess it’s just another training opportunity.

I’m not sure how long I plan to deny Lion. It would be silly of me to post a date on here where he could see it even if I had one in mind. Sometimes he can sway me by moaning, whimpering, and otherwise being pathetic. Sometimes I just laugh at him.

We’re still playing it by ear.

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In: Keyholder, Mrs Lion Comments
tightrope walker
Balancing between making things work and giving Lion what he wants is a real tightrope act.

I’ve said it before. I love to make Lion come. The problem is that Lion would like to be denied. He wants me to make him wait. I’m not sure why he wants to wait. I’m not sure why he wants a lot of what he wants. My job is to make sure he gets it. Or doesn’t get it, in this case. So why is it a problem?

For years I didn’t give Lion the sexual attention he needed. Once I agreed to cage him, he actually got more sex as opposed to the denial he may have expected. When I didn’t touch him for two days last week I was trying to build up anticipation (and ejaculate). But I saw how easy it would be to lapse into my previous inertia. I don’t want to lose any progress I’ve made.

I still don’t see it as a bonus that Lion will be more attentive to my sexual needs. My libido has not rebounded as much as we’d hoped. I guess I need to make that a higher priority.

Somehow I have to find the right balance. Between making Lion wait too little and too much. Between being too hands on (and needing to give him the orgasm I want him to have) and being too hands off (and allowing inertia to creep in).

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scrambled eggs
Lion will never understand why I like food so well done. I will never understand why he wants me to cause him pain and to lock him up.

I was washing breakfast dishes Sunday morning and I was thinking about the eggs he made. They were a little runny for my taste. I’ve finally figured out that I have to serve Lion’s eggs and continue cooking mine to get them the way I like them. I wondered why he hadn’t done that. I know he thinks I like things overcooked, but he usually tries to make things so they’re just right for me. And then it hit me. He does that for me just like I try to be the keyholder he wants me to be.

It may be over simplified, but at least it’s the start of an understanding. He has no more understanding why I like my steak or hamburger charred than I understand his wanting to be spanked or locked up. He shakes his head when I order something in a restaurant and tell them, “well done, cook it till it’s dead, and when you think it’s inedible, cook it some more.” I still wind up with pink steak sometimes. He cringes when I smash my hamburger as it cooks on the grill. All the juices run out and the flames shoot up. Yum! He can’t understand why I would want to eat a brick. Surely it must be dry and flavorless. Usually it’s not dry. And charred is one of my favorite flavors. Still, when he’s cooking he tries to massacre my food. He usually has it timed out so my food is about halfway done when he puts his on to cook. He apologizes every time he hands me my food. He doesn’t know how in the world I can eat it.

I shake my head at him too when he asks me to do stuff to him. Why would anyone want to go through pain on purpose? Being restrained in any capacity makes me crazy. I don’t even like flying because it means I’ll be trapped in a metal box for hours on end. What is it about being caged that, ironically, seems to free him?

I don’t think I’ll ever understand why he wants what he wants. My job is to give it to him. I don’t think he’ll ever understand why I want my food well done. His job is to give it to me.