My Preferences As A Blogger
As a blogger, I generally confine my writing to discussion of our interests and feelings. I figure that once in almost 2,500 posts I can talk about the blog itself and about how it affects me. Both of us like writing. I guess that much is obvious. We like reading what each other writes. Every day we exchange quite a few emails. Most of them are short; all express our love for one another. Sometimes, Mrs. Lion sends me previews via the blog of what we will be doing that evening. Other times, she surprises me and then tells you about it the next day.
You have an effect on me. Even though we have a lot of readers, I react to the comments and contacts you make. This blog is a form of social media. Unlike a newspaper or magazine, a blog is often a conversation between the blogger and readers. I’ve learned a lot from readers who have taken the time to comment on what we write. Sometimes we also feel pride that we have helped someone. That feels amazing. Thank you if you’ve let us know we’ve been useful. It makes my day.
We don’t “print” every comment we get. From the first, I decided we wouldn’t be a forum for narratives for chastity experiences if their only point is to provide an outlet about those experiences. On the other hand, if a comment has a point and is illustrated by the writer’s experiences, then those descriptions are very welcome. I realize that other bloggers welcome narratives written without relevance to the post they follow. That’s fine. I want the discussion here to expand on the conversation.
As a rule, very few comments need to be deleted. Generally, one person will write a series of long descriptions of enforced chastity, domestic discipline, etc. The most recent case was a series of seventeen comments about a whole two months of chastity experience. I indulged it for a while, but finally just deleted the lot. On the other end of the scale is a small group of people whose comments always add to the dialogue. Often, we learn from these people.
That doesn’t mean you have to be an expert to join in. You don’t. All you need is an interest in what we are discussing. Ask questions. Tell a joke. Offer your viewpoint. All that is very welcome. I love it when we get a discussion going. It’s rare around here, but when it happens I love it.
Wanna make me happy? Add a comment. Thanks.
Wild and Pantiless
It’s been fairly quiet around here lately. Lion isn’t feeling very sexy. He’s waiting for news about his shoulder surgery – MRI Thursday and doctor appointment Friday. His allergies are bothering him. It’s difficult to concentrate on sex when your mind is elsewhere and your body is attacking itself. That doesn’t stop us from snuggling though.
Even though he’s not in the mood, I’ve still been unlocking Lion and fondling him. I’m not necessarily looking for him to get hard. I just want him to know I’m still here for him and if he gets hard, he gets hard. No pressure. In the meantime, he gets massaged balls and weenie rubs. What’s not to like?
He’s also finally getting started on a project at work that’s largely been hanging over his head. Imagine your boss saying you need to build a giant wall in China and not giving you any workers or stone. Lion finally has his workers and stone. Let the wall begin. Rather than being a huge unknown, it’s now becoming a structure. So you can see, his mind is elsewhere.
Lion feels bad when he doesn’t/can’t respond to me. He thinks he’s letting me down. He’s not. I don’t think he’s suddenly turned off by me. I know there are other things going on. It’s my job to help in any way I can. Even if it’s just by snuggling beside him and letting things happen, or not, as they may. I’ve never punished him for not performing and I’m not about to start now.
Last night I suggested leaving the cage off. Lion said he could handle it being on. In the middle of the night he asked to have it removed. His allergies were too much for him. This morning he had to get out the door quickly. He didn’t ask about underwear and I didn’t stop him from putting on his regular briefs. There’s a time for being in charge and a time to let things go. I don’t feel bad that he is wild and pantiless. He still knows who’s in charge even if I didn’t insist he wear a lacy thong. We’re nothing if not adaptable.
Getting To Be A Habit
I find it interesting that, from what I read, people approach a FLR from many directions. There are those, like ours, who appear vanilla to the outside word. You would have to know what to look for in order to know what is really going on. Then, there are the people who live out a 24/7 BDSM scene, complete with rituals, costumes, and males acting as servants.
It wouldn’t be possible for us to live in a BDSM scene. Our lives are well established in terms of sharing chores and caring for one another. If Mrs. Lion wants me to rub her feet, I will. Not because I consider that a submissive act; I don’t. It’s because she wants me to do it. Similarly, so much of what she does like putting me in panties, spanking me, even locking me in a chastity device, isn’t out of her personal kinks. She does those things because I asked her.
Here’s a little secret: Pretty much everything dominants do to or for a submissive originates with a request from the submissive. This pattern is inherent in the fabric of consensual activities. Also, if you examine the actual activities, it becomes clear that the origin had to be the submissive’s wish. Our longest standing practice is enforced male chastity. I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me up in a chastity device. She agreed.
That agreement didn’t imply a subscription to my kinky wish to have my penis locked away from my sexual access. She wasn’t worried I was going to fuck another woman. I hadn’t done it in the preceding decade. Why any sudden concern I would start then? None, of course. She did it because I wanted it. She assumed it would make me happy. My actual motives were more complex. Many of my original posts talk about them. Over time, enforced chastity wove itself into our relationship. Both of us found value in the practice. Because of that, it’s a permanent part of our lives.
No one outside of our marriage has any idea we do this. Nor do they know that Mrs. Lion is in charge and punishes me when I break a rule or fail to obey to her satisfaction. It’s our brand of FLR/domestic discipline. It works for me. Mrs. Lion is reasonably comfortable performing as my disciplining wife. She doesn’t particularly enjoy hurting me and she doesn’t care very much about the rules she enforces.
That doesn’t mean she will lose interest and the beatings will stop. She will continue and will get better and better at her role. I know she does it right now because it is something I need. I am hoping that over time, with input from others, that she will find value in it for herself. Once she does, I’m in big trouble. Like enforced chastity, I will be her disciplined husband for the rest of my life. Pretty cool!
We Got This
Since Lion has so much going on this week I considered allowing him to wear his regular undies all week. Last night he asked if he could wear them today. Between the possible failing of his shoulder surgery and his sexual slump, he’s not feeling all that great. Why add panties to the mix?
I think the answer is because I can. And I should. What he needs more than ever when he’s down in the dumps is normalcy. I don’t think I realized that until this morning. In the past I’ve tried to make things easier on him by leaving him wild (which I also considered doing) and suspending his rules. Both of those sort of pull the rug out from under him. It’s like I’ve abandoned him. Not in the physical or emotional sense of marriage, but in the female led relationship sense.
When he was recovering from his surgery I had to suspend everything. He was in pain constantly and unable to do most things on his own. He needed less to worry about. And I don’t think he could have followed the rules anyway. I was always there for him. I helped him any way I could. As he got better and could do more and more, I reinstated the rules.
This is different though. It’s not a physical ailment. I’m not trying to tell Lion he should snap out of it. I’m trying to tell him that I’m still here to help him in any way I can. The rules still apply and I’ll help him through this by keeping everything as stable as I can. Of course I’ll take input from him, but I’ll decide what undies his cute butt will be in. I’ll continue to unlock him and play with him. Whether he’s able to get hard or make it to the edge is irrelevant right now. What is relevant is that we’re going to get through this like we’ve gotten through other things. We make a pretty good team.
