I like to think we’re a good experiment to follow along. Not everything we do will work for everyone. Not everything we do will work for us. We get comments from readers who do things that might work for us. We get comments from readers who do things that won’t work for us. As with any other community, we share ideas. Just because FLR and enforced chastity seem to be working for us, doesn’t mean it will work for you.

We get emails and comments asking for personal attention. They want advice for their particular situation. I don’t feel that I have a firm enough grasp on what we’re doing to give anyone else advice. For those people, I usually just suggest that they go back and read the blog from the beginning. I figure they’ll see our failures and successes and perhaps something in there will help answer their question.

We get questions about measuring for chastity devices. We have a page dedicated to that subject. In addition to that, Lion writes about how his cage fits and whether or not he should have it shortened or get a new ring. He also may not know all the answers to the questions since he wears a Jail Bird and not chastity device X.

I’m not trying to discourage people from sending emails or writing comments. Some of our posts come from those emails and comments. Just please understand if we don’t publish your comment or respond to your email directly. Perhaps the answer has been covered somewhere in the blog. Nope. I don’t know when. I don’t keep track of which post discussed which topic. Lion is much better at selecting categories to accompany his posts so if you’re looking for information on punishment, for example, you might find it more easily. I’ll try to get back into the habit of doing that as well. Many times I just choose “Mrs. Lion comments” which isn’t very helpful at all.

Also keep in mind that Lion and I work full time. It’s true we don’t have kids in the house, but that doesn’t mean we spend all our free time on the blog. Answering each email and comment would take far too long.

Having said all that, we love your comments. Keep them coming!

I’m still in the very warm South. It’s a great relief from the clouds and cold of the Northwest. The only problem with being here is that Mrs. Lion is across the country. I’m also wild. It’s odd to look in the mirror and see my uncovered genitals. For the record, I don’t find that view engrossing.

I’ve ordered another iteration of the custom plastic cage. The new cage is 1/2-inch shorter, only 1 3/4-inches long. I also ordered a larger base ring. 1 3/4-inch diameter has always been the right size for me. When I tried the plastic ring, a red circle appeared where it had been. It wasn’t painful, but still.

The manufacturer immediately suggested that I shave my pubic hair (been there done that for over 20 years), and use silicone lube between the ring and my body. I’m not fond of that idea. So, the larger ring. Stay tuned. I should get the new version in about 3 weeks. Once I get it, I will wear it and then review. This is the first custom sized plastic device I have ever seen. It it really works out, airport security is never going to be an issue again.

Ok, here I am all alone in a hotel. I’m not wearing a chastity device. Theoretically, I can play with myself and worse. I don’t though. I’m past that; the well-trained lion. So why the interest in a TSA-proof cage? Well, when I am caged, there is absolutely no way I can touch Mrs. Lion’s weenie; sexually or otherwise. It’s a grand isolation. Hermetically sealed just for her.

She probably doesn’t care if I touch it. It’s not a big deal to me either. So, what’s the deal? I’ve been wrestling with that. Part of it is certainly that wearing a chastity device takes away choice. Right now, I can touch it, even make it hard or masturbate. I don’t. I’m not allowed. But for me, it’s feels better if I can’t touch. If it’s locked away, that’s all folks. There’s something exciting about that idea.

Balancing that fun part are the very real challenges a cage presents. Peeing is never easy. Washing without a handheld shower is never completely effective. Every so often, a nasty pinch reminds me I’m locked up.  I know, never satisfied. Good thing it doesn’t really matter what I prefer. If Mrs. Lion wants my opinion she will give it to me.

I saw this and just had to get it for Lion.

As Lion said in his post, I got a new toy at our company Christmas party yesterday. Once I saw the wooden spoon, I knew I had to get it. There’s nothing special about it. I just thought Lion would “like” it. Unfortunately, my coworker, and co-conspirator in office pranks, stole it from me as part of a game we played. I told her all I really wanted was the wooden spoon. She wanted the scone mix that came with it. Lion likes scones but I don’t think he would have liked this flavor. She threatened to beat me with the wooden spoon if I didn’t stop asking for it. I told her that’s what I wanted it for. She laughed. When she handed me the spoon I shook it at her and said I tell Lion “don’t make me use this”. She laughed again. She has no idea I’ll do more than threaten Lion with it.

I then emailed Lion and told him I got something he’ll love to hate. He wondered if it was very heavy. It’s not. He wondered why I wanted it. It’s another tool for my arsenal. Besides, he should know a paddle doesn’t have to be big or heavy for it to be mean. I think this one could make him run for cover. Even if it’s not the meanest, he won’t really want to be whomped with it. He shouldn’t want to be whomped with anything, but this one might prove to be interesting.

In hindsight, perhaps I should have kept it secret. I could have surprised him with it the next time a punishment rolled around. Or maybe I could have tied a bow on it and given it to him for Christmas. Whatever the case, I saw the wooden spoon and thought of Lion. If there had been an apple pie, I would have thought of Lion. Many things make me think of him. This time it just happened to be something kinky. And wooden. And likely to cause him some pain. Merry Christmas to us!

Mrs. Lion’s office had their annual Christmas party. Employees contributed small gifts that were distributed in some sort of game. Mrs. Lion received some scone mix packed with a wooden spoon. As part of the game, a coworker can “steal” your gift. One wanted Mrs. Lion’s scone mix and spoon. She convinced her colleague to take the mix but let Mrs. Lion keep the spoon. I could almost see the evil gleam in her eye when she told me this story. We know what the spoon will be used for.

I don’t recall anything like this happening before. Mrs. Lion is clearly more into her role. No, Mrs. Lion, I’m not saying you are now 3.0. I am saying that I am happy you are more comfortable with what we are doing. I didn’t notice any “You’ll like this toy” in her conversation with me. Nope, this was for her fun.

Change comes slowly to us. Yes, we are quick to try new things. But we take a while to internalize and fully adopt what we try. You’ve had a front row seat to the process. In fact, one reason we post daily is to help us (and you) get perspective on how we are working things out.

I think we have passed the point of no return on Domestic Discipline. It’s effective. There’s still work to do. Mrs. Lion has to learn to handle the feelings that come up in her when feelings come up in me. You have to love that sentence.

There is a sequence of responses to a strong spanking. I certainly felt most of it last week. I don’t think that those feelings are in any way, an issue in how I feel about her. It’s just something that happens. First there is squirming and trying to escape. Next, while the squirming continues there is anger. For me, it wasn’t anger toward Mrs. Lion. It was anger at the spanking. It hurt! The last step is tears.

I think I scared Mrs. Lion a bit. She hesitated coming over to snuggle me. I think she was concerned I would pull away in anger. Of course I didn’t. I loved the warmth and caring. Traditionally, disciplinary spankings end with snuggles. A happy ending to a very difficult time.