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Yesterday I assured Lion that his date would not change unless he did something incredibly stupid. He didn’t. He did, however, have something on his punishment list. A big something. I grabbed the nasty bloodwood paddle with the rough stuff on it. I gave Lion four hard swats with the rough side and then gave him a rest. The next four were with the regular side of the paddle. He squirmed a little bit and I mentioned it to him. He said it really hurt and I said he needed to stay still. It’s not my problem that he can’t stay still. I’m only punishing him because he did something to warrant it.

I let him fester for a while and then I unlocked him. We snuggled for a bit and I teased him because he said he was very horny, but Mr. Weenie didn’t immediately spring to attention. What’s up with that? Was he really horny? Couldn’t be. He was hard soon enough though and it was apparent he was very horny. But weenies don’t get an orgasm just because they’re ready for one. They need to be edged a few times. Besides, I told Lion I wanted a lot of cream filling as a reward for letting him come. I had to make sure I’d get my treat.

After using my hand for a while I decided he needed oral attention. I got him oh so close a few times before I finally sucked him dry. He made the best noises. I guess he really was horny. And now he’s a satisfied boy who says he feels good this morning. I hope so. I also hope he’ll be very horny again on Valentine’s day for his next scheduled date. I bet he will. I’ll make sure of it.

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Lion had a good weekend. He might have been in pain for some of it, but that’s all part of a good weekend for him. He even told me that I might as well do away with the regular clothespins because they don’t really hurt anymore. I told him he should learn to shut up. He said he didn’t want me to waste my time with things that won’t work. Okay. You asked for it. Just remember that.

When Lion wasn’t clothespinned or in the sling, he kept a watchful eye on his calendar. Mine too, I suppose, although mine won’t likely change for a while. He’s been nervous I’ll change his date. So far, so good. Today the stars have magically aligned and, unless something big happens between now and tonight, he gets his scheduled orgasm. Even though last night he said he was enjoying the level of horniness he’s at right now. It might be a shame to end that. Just sayin’. He insists he will enjoy his orgasm and be right back to the peak of horniness in no time.

I’m not exactly sure what would make me change his date. I was not moved to change it despite the fact that he remained clothed for at least an hour after we got home yesterday. I was doing something downstairs and he was on his computer, and when I came upstairs he was not naked. I asked if there was a reason he was still in clothes. Normally he says he needs to stay in clothes because he’ll be running outside to do something, or whatever he’s doing indoors would be safer with clothes on. I allow that. I’m not going to make him run around naked when there is a need for clothes. However, he was just doing something on the computer and had no plans to go back outside. When I asked him about it he gave me a sheepish grin and said he didn’t think it mattered. Apparently 2.0 cares. Well, 1.0 cared too. He just never really tested 1.0 like this. This is dangerous territory. Why test 2.0? He’s sampled very hard swats. I wouldn’t think he’d want more of the butt-blistering punishment he now knows 2.0 will hand out.

From another blog, he got the idea of a bank for collecting infractions so I could remember how many swats to give him. I’ve never really tied a specific number to a specific offense. He won’t automatically get six swats for getting food on himself, for example. His suggestion of a penny per infraction would not necessarily equate to a swat per penny. So yesterday I got the evil idea that perhaps he should get a quarter for the most serious things. Maybe leaving his clothes on would cost him a dime, but testing 2.0 might cost him that quarter. Can I charge him twice for the same thing? Isn’t that double dipping? Fine. How about two quarters for not being naked and testing 2.0? Want to go for three quarters? (Lion did not challenge me on this issue. This is the first he’s hearing about it. But I can hear the wheels turning and I’m just proactively putting the brakes on for him. (See? I do have his best interests at heart.)

Tonight should be very interesting. Punishment night and orgasm night. The perfect storm.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity, Punishment

Wednesday night was vibrator night. Mrs. Lion and the Magic Wand did some edging with me. After a fairly long run up and let down, I lost interest in more action. I guess I was vibed out. My sexual interest is fairly low even though it’s been six days. Maybe my “grumblies” have returned. Yesterday was a day I just wanted to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head. I haven’t been sleeping very well and that does little to improve my mood.

I was thinking about all this on my way to work yesterday. It occured to me that if I wasn’t wearing a chastity device, I could just push sexual things into the background and wallow in my feeling down. OK, I know it’s true that I could do that even wearing the device. Or is it? While it’s perfectly comfortable, I am always aware it’s there. But I don’t think about how my life would be without it. It’s not making things worse for me. At moments like that I am not thinking about sex. A cage locked around my penis isn’t really relevant. Or is it?

You see, that cage makes me different from most other men. That, in itself, isn’t troubling. My life has been far from the norm forever. But I start thinking about what the cage means that influences my self image. Let me explain. Wearing a chastity device is a symbol that my keyholder, Mrs. Lion controls my sexuality. It’s impossible to pretend that the cage is there just because it turns me on to be locked up. That reason would have worked a year ago, but not now. Mrs. Lion has made it clear that I don’t get to decide if it ever comes off. She would need a good reason to unlock me, even for a short period of time.

My self image is that I am an independent, dominant man. I’m pretty sure that Mrs. Lion would agree with that description. So what am I doing with a cage on my penis? Why have I agreed — no, asked — my lioness to take control and use domestic discipline to keep me on a short leash? Am I weak? Am I kidding myself believing that I am independent and dominant?

That could be  evidence that my self image needs revision. Actually, I don’t think so. Take my namesake, Lion. Lions are independent, strong, and rule the pride. At least that’s how it looks. In reality, the lion doesn’t decide who can join or leave the pride. The lionesses do that. They do defer to him and let him have first shot at the kill, but each one decides if she wants him near her. He’s lioness-pecked, so to speak. To the outside world he is a fearsome foe. At home he better watch his step.

I think that’s what my life is like now. Outside of the den I am dominant and can be a little scary. But at home, I don’t get to be that way at all. Even a soft growl can get me spanked. What’s more significant is that not only do I like it this way, I asked for it. In those low moments I realize that I am not only the author of all this, I am it’s biggest cheerleader. I need things to be the way they are now.

But I’m not submissive. I realize that. Like my namesake, I need consistent training and reminding to avoid reverting to my wild self at home. The stronger my lioness is, the better I feel. Lions can be trained, but not tamed.

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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Lion's Journal, Male Chastity, Punishment, Sex

2.0’s post yesterday is revealing just how things are changing in the lions’ den. Lioness 2.0 is much more action focused. She’s been writing about painting my toenails. They look horrid in colors. She’s right. I hate that. She wrote about frilly panties too a few days ago. That’s something else on my “yuck list”. Sadly, for me, we do have a few pairs from one of my horny, masochistic shopping sprees last year. I should stop writing and shopping when very horny, which I am today. So I am going to try to make this post suggestion-free.

A good deal of the folklore about enforced chastity talks about ownership. You know, whose penis is it? Who owns the chastity device. Many bloggers make this point by referencing the penis as “hers”. The same is true of the chastity device. Mrs. lion refers to my penis as “your weenie”, so ownership is apparently mine. The chastity device is also assigned to me. She tells me to “Put your ring on,” and “Now I’ll put your cage on.”

Do these possessive references mean anything? Some guys think they are very important. They say that if their keyholders own their penises they are surrendering more control. I don’t understand that. The vast majority of activity my penis does is to pee. Owning the appendage that directs urine doesn’t feel like a transfer of control. Owning any opportunity for sexual pleasure does. Also, referring to it as “your weenie” sends me a strong message. So far I haven’t been required to refer to it that way. If I had to, that would be a different, more-classic, BDSM form of control; the same as painting my nails or making me wear panties or diapers. It would also feel awkward to write about “her” penis instead of “my” penis. Too confusing for good writing.

What is most important to me is that she owns my sexuality. It’s hers and hers alone. She owns if and when I get out of my cage; and when I go back in. It’s my cage in the same sense that a prisoner lives in his cell. Enforced chastity,  FLR and domestic discipline are ours. We agreed to pursue them. They are mutually consensual. The fact that we do this stuff belongs to both of us. It’s clearly ours.

She, however, owns if and when I get sexual stimulation and orgasm. That’s all hers. She also owns my obedience and  good behavior. She demonstrates that ownership with domestic discipline, BDSM, and withholding sexual release. In a very real sense I belong to her. I’m still an independent critter who has his own life. But at any time she wishes, she can have me do anything she wishes whether I like it or not. It may be my penis, but she owns any sensations it might get to feel. I may be independent, but if she wants me to do something, or not do something, that’s what I will honor. If she isn’t pleased with me in any way, she will punish me. I don’t like her punishments.

So, my penis and chastity device are mine. My sexual pleasure is hers. I am obedient to her and effectively belong to her. And, enforced chastity, FLR, and domestic discipline are ours. Is your situation different? I’d love to know.