Cheese on a Cheeseburger?
Back to work. Insert frowny face here. Add to that the fact that I was too wiped out from driving to play with Lion last night and I have nothing to write about. And Lion was due for a punishment. I told him he shouldn’t read anything into my not punishing him. He didn’t get out of anything. I’ll punish him tonight. Wisely, he said he knew.
Aside from the one time over the weekend, I didn’t order Lion’s meals for him. He’s got vary particular tastes. For years, he’d only eat pizza with Italian sausage on it. Pepperoni? No way! Bacon? Are you crazy? He just shakes his head when I eat a pizza with every meat I can find and bunches of vegetables. No pineapple or anchovies. I draw the line at those. And I have actually eaten pineapple and anchovies (not on the same pizza) before. The combination of trying new things and dealing with what’s put in front of me has worked out fairly well so far.
Lion doesn’t deal well with what’s put in front of him. Granted, he wants his order to be correct when we go out. I taught him the trick of ordering a hamburger with “only” what he wants, rather than subtracting everything he doesn’t want. It’s a much shorter list. But the audacity of someone putting cheese on a cheeseburger when he said “only” X, Y, and Z! I’d just eat it. I get tomatoes all the time that I’ve asked them to leave off. Nope. Not Lion.
I guess my ordering for him would be the perfect experiment in active control. He wants a hamburger, but all the hamburgers on the menu have things he doesn’t want. Of course he could order a special hamburger. But if he’s not allowed to order for himself he might be forced to eat lettuce or cheese or some special sauce. The horror!
On the other hand, if we’re paying someone to make our food, aren’t we entitled to get things the way we want them? Lion should have his hamburger with only X, Y, and Z. That doesn’t mean I can’t order it for him.
Orificial Announcements
The lioness nudity discussion has set up a couple of disconnects between us. I mentioned in an earlier post that I like the feeling when Mrs. Lion is clothed rather than also naked at home. Her response suggested that she was more comfortable naked. I fully accept that. The only reason my post talked about this issue was that during our trip, Mrs. Lion wore shorts and a t-shirt while in the trailer and I, of course, was naked. I liked how this felt. I didn’t like it enough to cause Mrs. Lion any angst over her at-home dress code. The only thing I care about is that we are together. Clothing, for her, is optional; for me, of course it isn’t.
Monday, I forgot to remind Mrs. Lion that it was punishment day. In my defense, the days tend to merge together when we are on vacation. I don’t really get to have a defense. So, I expect to be punished. I’m writing this late in the afternoon, so I don’t know what Mrs. Lion has in store for me. When I mentioned that I forgot to tell her it was punishment day, I got a knowing smile. That never is good news for my bottom.
I’m still amazed about our pegging session. Over the years, for me, an erection doesn’t accompany anal activity. In recent times, if I’ve had a butt plug up my ass for a while, Mrs. Lion can get me hard and even get me to come. However, in the past when that happened, the plug seemed more of an orgasm killer than something that made me hotter. This last session, the dildo moving in and out contributed to my heat. When I was ready to ejaculate, it felt odd when the first spasm occurred. I felt the dildo and tried to stop the spasm. I don’t think I did, but the orgasm felt a little odd for me.
It’s hard to describe. As I bore down, trying to ejaculate, the motion in my anal canal was extremely obvious to me at a time when I am gone from this planet. Again, it wasn’t a bad sensation, just new. It feels like there is a progression. I started out unable to even get an erection. Then, with a plug in and a lot of lioness stimulation, I could get hard and eventually come. Now, while being pegged with a dildo, I was made erect and ejaculated without much trouble at all.
Could it be that I’m just beginning to associate arousal with anal stimulation? If I am, it will be some time before I get hard when penetrated. I have no doubt that if Mrs. Lion persists with anal/penile stimulation, my brain will make the connection and anal stimulation will also make me hard. I don’t think I am becoming gay, by the way. I think that Mrs. Lion is giving me another way to experience sexual pleasure. I wonder how many other guys get hard when penetrated. Let me know your experience.
Clothed Lioness, Naked Lion
I’ve toyed with the idea of getting a sign for our yard that says “Clothing Optional”. There have been a few UPS guys and at least one mailman who have gotten an impromptu peep show while delivering packages.
Lion doesn’t know why I’m naked at home. We’ve had this discussion before. When I get home from work I get out of my work clothes. Unless we’re going out, I either stay naked or grab an old T shirt. Ooooohhhh, sexy. An old T shirt. Yup. And there are usually a bunch of holes in it. I also usually leave my undies on if I have a T shirt on. But why naked at all?
The main reason is that I don’t have a lot of clothes so I don’t want to get redressed and dirty up clothes that don’t need to be dirtied up. I don’t have pajamas because we don’t wear pajamas to bed. The other reason is that I get hot. Sometimes even being naked and wearing slippers is too much for me. If I have a T shirt on it’s intolerable.
I’ll find some clothes that won’t be too hot. I’m not sure what Lion is looking for in terms of clothes for me. Do the T shirts work? If I wear shorts with T shirts, does that work? Clearly we’ll need to have a discussion.
As far as the kitchen spankings are concerned, I only remember maybe three or four times I swatted him in the kitchen. That doesn’t seem like enough to have made an impression on him, but apparently it did. There’s no reason I can’t swat him in the kitchen more often. Assuming he does something to warrant it while he’s in that vicinity, of course. Not that I want Lion to purposely do something in the kitchen to get a kitchen spanking. That would be willful disobedience and require more than a kitchen spanking.
Contrasts.
As I’ve mentioned before, the first rule I was given long before we even lived together, is that I be naked when at home. I’ve faithfully followed this rule any place where we are alone. That also goes for our trailer. I’m naked whenever we are inside.
Over the years, I’ve noticed that Mrs. Lion almost always undresses when she gets home from work. She’s nude as much as I am. This always puzzles me. She wasn’t a nudist when we met or were first together. Now, at least at home, she usually is.
On this trip, however, she’s remained dressed except at bedtime. A big reason, she says, is that she takes the dog out and it is more convenient to remain clothed. Whatever the reason, I really love that she is dressed and I’m not. The contrast between my nudity and her being clothed sets up a contrast that enhances my feeling of submission. When we are both naked, there is a feeling of equality.
I know that other guys like CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male). The main reason I suggested the nudity rule was that I like the contrast. Another reason is that I thought it would keep my bottom available for discipline when needed. That hasn’t turned out to be very useful. I’m almost never spanked on the spot.
Years ago, when Mrs. Lion kept her clothes on, the kitchen paddle got frequent use. I don’t think it’s been used more than once in the last five years. Spanking has become a late evening ritual after Mrs. Lion’s shower. It rarely occurs before 9PM.
I’m not complaining; not exactly. I’m a little nostalgic for those kitchen spankings. They hurt like hell, but reinforced my vulnerability. I think that’s also what attracts me so much to CFNM; I’m vulnerable.
All this is internal. I’m not sure Mrs. Lion even realizes these changes. These are the sort of things that happens to everyone. You could attribute Mrs. Lion’s nudity to entropy. I think we are subject to this force. The lack of impromptu spankings, while not entropy, may just be force of habit. Work days are hard. The last thing a tired lioness wants to think about is spanking her lion. She wants dinner and a chance to veg out.
That’s reasonable. I understand. Black and white blend to grey. I think that I am very lucky that our power exchange lives on. If the only cost is mutual nudity and loss of unscheduled spankings, I think we are doing very well. It’s just funny how a vacation trip when the contrasts return can trigger such a strong response in me.
