lioness huntin
Lion wants to be the prey; at least some of the time.

Lion may have opened a can of worms with his post this morning. As a submissive male, he’s really in no position to demand I suck his cock. In reality, except for when he was a dominant in a scene, it’s not in his nature to demand things like that anyway. If we were not in a power exchange, he’d ask me nicely.

As to what my reaction would be to his demand? I’d be happy to do it. Actually, I’d be more likely to demand he move over on the bed so I can suck him. But I don’t usually demand things. I know. I can. I should. But I don’t. The bottom line is that I wouldn’t take it as a demand from him. Of course, I also like when he bucks into me when I’m sucking him or jerking him off. Isn’t that a form of demand too? [Lion – I think it’s a form of begging] I know I’m new to the whole humiliation thing, but I don’t want Lion to become a sissy and I don’t think he’s in any danger of doing so. Just because I put him in panties from time to time, it doesn’t mean he’s on his way to becoming feminine. I haven’t castrated him. He’s the same old Lion albeit in frilly panties.

Lion is still the same stubborn, growling person when he’s at work regardless of whether he has panties on or not. When he comes home he wants to be less in charge. It’s almost like taking a vacation from the decisions and hassle of being in charge. It may be more work on his part to be submissive. He’s got to fight the desire to make decisions.

Likewise, it’s more work for me to be dominant. When I’m at work I can just throw my hands up and let others decide. It’s less pressure that way. At home I have to remember Lion’s rules in case he breaks them. I have to decide how to punish him. I make the decisions about how or when we’ll play.

Obviously this doesn’t mean Lion makes no decisions once he gets home. I don’t have carte blanche to rule his life. I don’t make all the decisions. He’d like me to make more, but I need to take baby steps. Usually one step forward and two steps back. The trick is to keep moving.

embarrassed manAs almost everybody warned me, I need to be very careful what I ask Mrs. Lion to do to me. Up until now, things have been largely predictable (by me). Mrs. Lion’s enthusiasm for punishment, chastity, domestic discipline, and FLR have been growing at a steady, manageable pace. She is slowly assuming the control I asked her to take. Eventually, she will take more than I asked. I know that and will deal with it as it happens.

Then I mentioned humiliation. I went on to talk about panties and bras as particularly humiliating. Mrs. Lion is positively excited about cross dressing me. She’s written post after post about her plans for me. It took her years to spend any time at all in chastity and spanking blogs. She’s put in hours looking at cross dressing shopping sites. I’m in for a wild ride.

I have no real interest in dressing as a woman. I think this is the force driving Mrs. Lion’s efforts. It’s a painless (for her) way to exercise real control over me. She finds it funny too. I’m not complaining. Well, I am in a way. This is all her and I am going to do what she wants.

After I get paid, I expect she will be ordering more feminine stuff for me to wear around the house. She’s been talking about a fake-fur trimmed, pink robe with matching pink, furry, open-toed slippers. Shudder! I thought having my toenails painted was bad. Ha!

I know. You’re thinking, “Stop whining, Lion. You asked for this.” Did I? I did. It’s part of the game. Interestingly, Mrs. Lion isn’t the only wife who enjoys forced feminization for her husband. I find it all over the Net. It’s not surprising. It’s a fun, reasonably easy way to torture your man.

Since we have both been writing a lot about cross dressing me, you may think that our focus is on getting me into panties and bra. It isn’t. I still have punishment days, spankings, rules, and of course, being locked into a chastity device. It’s just that forced cross dressing is new and hasn’t been integrated into our lives yet.

It’s easy to become one-dimensional to you. After all, enforced chastity, FLR, and domestic discipline doesn’t occupy us 24/7. We tell you the fun, interesting stuff relating to these topics. The bigger parts of our lives aren’t relevant here.

I have to admit that Mrs. Lion has me worried. I never thought beyond being made to wear panties. The idea of a bra came in recently from Julie’s blog. She positively loves to embarrass her husband. Apparently, Mrs. Lion is a lot like her.

The thing about  a power exchange is that I can start things off with suggestions to Mrs. Lion, but I have absolutely no control over what happens after that. I will be surprised to find out. In this case, there is not doubt it will be embarrassing.

Lion made some big mistakes yesterday.
I don’t really have any intention of making Lion wear panties every day. They wouldn’t be as special if I did. It would just be one more thing he’d get used to doing. I think they should be saved for days when I think he’s feeling pretty. Who decides when he’s feeling pretty? I do, of course.

Yesterday I was looking at bras and panties. I told him at this point I don’t see the need for padding or fake boobs. I’d rather be able to pinch his boobies whenever I want to. He snapped at me. He said I only do that when we’re playing. That may be true but he’s never worn a lacy bra before. When I found a sheer, flowered, lacy bra in red with black accents, he told me it was a bit much. He showed me a satin set he thought would be better. Where’s the lace? Where’s the sheerness? Where are the flowers? Of course the one I picked out was a bit much. It’s supposed to be.

I forgot to mention that Lion was snarky yesterday. When we were setting up the satellite for the camper, I’d suggest something and he’d tell me I was wrong. Then, as I was trying to do something he asked me to do, he was in the way so I said I needed to get where he was. He told me I was being snarky with him. I finally figured out what was going on. He wants me to take charge. I try to take charge. Every time I do, he pushes back. Um. Nope. No good. Flag on the play. Aside from the fact that he interrupted me a bunch of times, he was undermining my power by talking back. That earned him a red butt later on last night.

He did beg for me to stop spanking him. He promised he’d behave. I didn’t stop spanking. I told him I didn’t believe he’d behave. Eventually I got his buns as red as I wanted them, so I stopped. He was grateful I stopped, but later on told me I took it easy on him. He wondered why. I didn’t think I had. Am I going by what I want or by what he wants? I’m pretty sure he’d want more (in hindsight, so to speak) no matter how long or hard I spanked him. His butt could be bruised, bleeding, and he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week, but he’d say I went easy on him. [Lion – No, not at all. It’s much more complex to me than that]

I was going to edge him last night. Thursday night he had a nice oral orgasm. We didn’t play Friday. By last night he was horny again. I revved him up a few times and then I went a bit too far. When I realized it I could have gone in for the salvaged orgasm, but I decided to let the ruined one pan out. I got myself a nice snack and Lion got a bit of writhing around and not much fun. I wondered what would happen, aside from a pissed off Lion, if I only gave him ruined orgasms. He’s just as horny afterwards. The only difference between edging and a ruined orgasm is the crème filling. No, I’m not going to give Lion nothing but ruined orgasms. I was just an evil thought.

In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion posited that most women don’t want to punish their men and correct their behavior. She believes that they do this because the men want it. That is certainly true in her case. There is no question that I want it. After all, domestic discipline, like any power exchange is a consensual activity.

I’ve read an interesting theory on why men want this control and are willing to submit to humiliating and painful punishment. After all, we tend to be bigger and stronger than our mates, yet we meekly submit. The theory suggests that there is a sort of game aspect to domestic discipline and male chastity.

It’s a sexy game that, at least in my case, appeals to me on a very deep, sexual level. I love the idea of being controlled and I get aroused thinking of being punished. The reality turns out not to be sexy at all. But yet I hold on to those thoughts and want to keep playing.

The other side of this isn’t a game at all. It’s a real power exchange that gives Mrs. Lion the ability to help me change undesirable behaviors, like interrupting. It gives her real control over me. She’s said that she doesn’t want this control, but takes it because I want her to do it.

I believe her. She used to say the same thing about enforced chastity. Then, at some point she realized that controlling me sexually was delivering real benefits to our relationship. It stopped being something she does just to please me and turned into something for us both.

The jury is still out on domestic discipline. Mrs. Lion doesn’t like making and enforcing rules. She dislikes punishing me even more. She does it because she knows it’s something I want (need). I wonder if, at some point, she will find value in it for both of us.

If she really believes that women in general dislike being in a dominant position with their men, she will never be able to make the connection. In some sense, she is right. I suspect that many women rationalize their control. Some learn to see humor in spanking and using other childish punishments on their husbands. Their focus is on the humiliating nature of what they do to them and find it funny.

For them, spanking is actually fun. They enjoy the rush of power and the childlike reactions from their men.
I see nothing wrong with that. It actually feeds the male fantasy. Humiliation is definitely part of the equation, at least for me. Mrs. Lion, when lioness 2.0 arrives, will join the ranks of women who like the predicament that their husbands have created for themselves. It’s funny to see that what started as a game has become so much more.

In the meantime, we men meekly get our mouths soaped and our bottoms spanked. It is, after all, what we want.