Lion’s Butt in a Sling
Yesterday we had a lot of things to do. Lion was making stew. We had to winterize the camper. There was laundry. I’d mentioned sling time for Lion. And he had a furry nether region. In my mind, if we did manscaping we couldn’t do sling time. Until my brain jump started itself and I figured out that we could have sling time first and then he could numb himself for manscaping. Duh! Sometimes I’m amazed I can find my way home.
Aside from pegging him, I didn’t have much of a plan for Lion once I got his butt in the sling. Good thing our dungeon is so fully stocked. Actually, the clothespins were sitting right there from a previous time. As an added bonus, they had sandpaper on them. Evil.
It’s been a while since I’ve pegged Lion. In the past, when it’s been a while, Lion will say I don’t need to go slow. Okay. I did go slow initially and stopped for a bit once I was in to allow him to get used to the feeling. Then I started moving it in and out. I made sure there was enough lube. Sometimes once the dildo gets in there it goes deeper than the lube. I’d squirted quite a bit of lube in but you can never be sure. Lion said he was fine.
When I masturbate Lion I try to change things up. I may go fast for a bit and then slower and sometimes I just barely touch him while I’m stroking. I decided to do that yesterday with the dildo. He made a face when I was going faster. I checked on the lube situation again. Everything was good so I kept going. More faces. He wasn’t in any pain so on we went. I reason that men don’t always stop when women are uncomfortable. And besides, is Lion supposed to be comfortable? This is anal training. Feel the burn.
When I stopped pegging him I put the clothespins on. Nasty little suckers that left red marks when I took them off. I was masturbating Lion while I pegged him but his erection diminished over time. When the clothespins went on he was very hard again. He tells me he hates them. Mr. Weenie gives him away.
I ended up edging him quite a few times both with my hand and my mouth. I got some precum and I was tempted to give him an orgasm but I was able to control myself. It didn’t seem like the right time. I do love edging him in the sling. I love edging him period but even more in the sling. I think it’s because I have easier access to him. At least when it comes to oral. Perhaps we need more sling time. [Lion – What a nice thought!]
Beef Stew And Morning Erections
It’s noon on Sunday. I was awakened by a wet, sloppy lick from our dog. It was 8 AM and she decided we had slept enough. Mrs. Lion made breakfast and we lazed in bed until nearly 10. Then I went into the kitchen to begin cooking beef stew. This is a four-hour cook with another 30-to-40 minutes prep. One batch makes three meals for the two of us. I think this is the first time I actually started cooking early enough for us to eat the stew for dinner the same night. Right now it is in the oven braising the meat. In an hour or two I will cut and add the veggies and let it cook another hour on top of the stove. Then, I will let it sit until dinner time.
Next, we go out to our side yard and winterize our camper. If we finish that in reasonable time, Mrs. Lion promised to manscape me. It’s been about a month. I’m due for shaving and laser treatment. At this point, there isn’t much hair left. But a few areas stubbornly continue to grow. In a post earlier this week, Mrs. Lion mentioned a sling session as well. I’m not sure of the status of that plan. She’ll update you later.
I’m very horny. I like that. I think it’s probably too soon for an orgasm. That’s fine with me. Of course, I never know.
In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion decided the chastity device isn’t required to restore the balance of power here. She’s probably right. We’ve moved past orgasm control. That’s now a given in our lives and I don’t think that will ever change. Again, fine with me.
The stew smells very nice. The butter-sauteed onions and garlic give the house a warm, cozy feeling. I can’t help anticipating sexual activity later. Mrs. Lion’s expert edging nearly every night has increased my heat more and more every day. I like the way this feels. Like the stew, a nice morning erection accompanied by thoughts of Mrs. Lion stimulating my penis, gives me a feeling of warmth and security. An excellent combination!
Control Issues
Lion is having issues with our power exchange again. He thinks he’s controlling things more than I am. Several weeks ago he asked how I determine when he gets an orgasm. I told him, jokingly, that he can have one whenever he wants. I thought I addressed that in an earlier post but this morning’s post shows I didn’t address it well enough. So when does Lion get an orgasm?
Indirectly it is up to him. I can’t give him one if he doesn’t respond to my attempts to get him hard and keep him there. He can tell me he’s horny but, more often than not, that actually keeps him from having an orgasm. If your child keeps telling you how much they want a particular toy, you aren’t very motivated to go get him that toy. On the other hand, if he produces pre-cum and I want more of a taste, he just might get that orgasm. Sometimes he gets one when he bucks against my hand or mouth. Sometimes he doesn’t. I like when he seems desperate to have an orgasm but if I edge him enough times, he can seem desperate before I’m ready to give him one. I try to keep the calendar in mind. I’m not as attuned to it as Lion is, but I try to figure out how long his wait has been. Am I going for a certain length of time? Not necessarily. It’s possible that he can meet all my (changing) criteria after four days. Other times it may not happen for sixteen days.
There’s really no rhyme or reason to when he gets an orgasm. I think Lion likes the unknown in that respect. Each time can be the time. Of course, an orgasm can always just happen if I go too far and I don’t want to give him a ruined orgasm. I can start out the festivities thinking he’ll be waiting a few more days and decide to give him one. It’s a nice surprise for both of us.
Now on to the other issue in Lion’s post. Are we just in a series of BDSM scenes or is this a real power exchange or FLR? For the past several weeks we’ve both been feeling under the weather. We’ve gone on and on about it and I’m sure you just want us to shut up. Me too. I’m tired of being tired. When I’m tired I don’t want to make decisions for myself, much less anyone else. I find myself standing in the kitchen in the morning not caring if we eat the same cereal all week. I don’t even care if we eat that same cereal for dinner.
If Lion isn’t feeling well I’m certainly not going to tell him I’m going to peg him whether he wants me to or not. There were days we didn’t snuggle because he couldn’t stand to be touched. Sometimes things just have to be put on hold until health allows things to return to normal. The good news is that we seem to be getting better. I’m less achy. Lion is a little less itchy. These things take time.
Am I giving up on power exchange? No. Do I think we need to bring the cage back in order to have a power exchange? No. We need a run of good health to get back.
Whose Role Is It Anyway?
I didn’t write a post yesterday. I was trying to understand my feelings. A week or so ago when I asked Mrs. Lion how she decided when I get to ejaculate, she responded, “When you want to.”
I’m not sure that is the full truth. But it is a lot of it. She has no real investment in when or if I come. It’s true she likes giving me orgasms. She also likes making me happy. To do that she knows I want her to be in control. It’s an interesting dilemma for her. If she wants me to come when she thinks I really want it, and I want to come when she decides I should, then what does she do?
She says she is neutral on the subject of my ejaculations; at least the scheduling of them. This disturbs me. I’ve been aware that, like most women, she has taken her role because she knows it’s important to me. I love that she does such a good job. I’ve long hoped that she would get pleasure from her role. She has said that she does like part of it. She doesn’t like punishing me, but recognizes it is necessary. I think she likes pegging me. I also think that edging me is a challenge she likes too.
I accept that. We are both able to continue our roles as we have before. The discussions here and at home about what that means doesn’t affect what we do. It does present me with questions. If I control what we do, how do I withdraw to give Mrs. Lion a better opportunity to truly make the decisions? Because I like being wild, is this why I’m not longer caged? Is my theory that wearing a chastity device is purely a male fetish true in our case? If I say I want to wear it again, will my decision to take it off be enough to remove it again.
It’s really nice not to be locked up. I’m more comfortable and I like being able to get hard. In the past, we both wrote that the cage was the glue in our power exchange. Since being wild, nothing has changed in terms of my chastity and our physical closeness. There has only been one change: We both talk about the fact that I control how things go. We never talked that frankly while I was locked.
Has Pandora’s box been opened? Is it too late for the chastity device to act as an effective tool to assert Mrs. Lion’s control? Even if it affects me that way, will it mean anything significant to her? I’m not sure it will. It may be a way for her to make me happy, but not a real expression of her feeling that she is in control.
What, if anything, can reinforce the reality of our power exchange? We both like that we are partners. I like when Mrs. Lion firmly maintains sexual control. She likes parts of it and is comfortable with the rest of her role. But something has changed. She’s repeatedly mentioned that somehow I control what happens. I’ve recognized that I initiated and perhaps control our power exchange. None of this is a surprise. But the mystery, at least to me, has faded.
Maybe that’s OK. We could refer to our power exchange as extended BDSM scenes. Others think of all this that way. This is a subject that we have to discuss. We need to revive things. Other than edging and snuggling, most of the rest is in the background. It’s true my injury, surgery, and recovery have had to be first for both of us. I’m well along in my recovery. We need to figure out how to move on.
