Paws Off!
One thing I forgot to mention from the other night’s sleeping pill-induced sexcapade, was that while Lion was unlocked he tried to get himself hard. It was one of those things that you see, but you don’t believe you’re seeing so you’re frozen and unable to do anything about it. Plus, I thought he was really sleep sexing and had no idea what he was doing. Yesterday he assured me he knew exactly what was going on the entire time. Oh, really? So that means he knew he was jerking off. He knew he was touching my penis for other than peeing and cleaning purposes. Well that will never do. I informed him he was in trouble for it. He said he was trying to help. Uh huh. Sure. Too bad. He was in trouble.
After dinner, I had to do something on my computer. I said I’d be back to take care of the dinner dishes. Not ten minutes later I heard him doing the dishes. I wondered if I just imagined saying I’d do them. Was he really doing them despite what I said? He insisted he was helping. He also insisted that I never told him not to do the dishes. Damn. He got me on a technicality. OK. I’ll let that one go. I’ll have to be more specific in the future. But I still had him for touching my weenie the night before.
Just before I went to take a shower, I got a paddle and told him to roll over. Sometimes I ask him what he did before I start swatting. He’s supposed to know. It’s his job to keep the list up to date. Last night I told him what he did. To me it was a big infraction. He is absolutely not allowed to touch my weenie for sex. It’s my weenie. I’m the one who decides when it gets to play. I made sure his butt was red and sore. I think he got the point. I don’t want any more slip ups in this area.
I don’t think he was looking to get me upset. In his mind I’m sure he was helping. He needs to remember to keep his Lion paws off my property.
A Month Of Sundays
Sunday night was momentous for me. We played in our dungeon. Mrs. Lion wrote about that yesterday. But the big event didn’t come until much later right before bed. Mrs. Lion let me give her an oral orgasm. It’s been more than a month of Sundays since I have been able to pleasure her orally. In fact, it’s been years.
Mrs. Lion attributes my sexual interest on a sleeping pill I took. That’s not the case at all. Something clicked inside of me. She was lying naked, next to me in bed. I was very close to her and, well, her nipple was in easy reach. She didn’t object to me playing with it. So, I did. I was caged so that my penis was completely out of the picture.
I asked her if i could do more. She agreed. I started with a finger and then asked if I could use my mouth. Agreement again. This was my lucky day. My tongue was busy and Mrs. Lion was having some fun. This is a wonderful change.
I wonder if the fact my penis was locked up had any effect on Mrs. Lion’s interest in sex. I don’t think so. It seemed to me that she wasn’t thinking about my cock at all. I wasn’t thinking of it either. I was completely focused on her and her pleasure. That’s as it should be.
Mrs. Lion mentioned that I was talking about conditioning with her. Truth be told, she didn’t seem very interested at all. That’s too bad. We’ve both been mastering the tools to do this. I don’t expect her to train me to do odd things, but I do think that it would be a very cool form of control for her to condition me to behave in a given way. Yes, I know that she doesn’t really like having control. But has it, she does. I’m not terribly fond of being controlled. Then why are we doing this?
The fact is that our power exchange has made amazing differences in our relationship and with our individual growth. It helps me to surrender control. I think it is very good for Mrs. Lion to assume it. We’re at a sort of tipping point. With just a little more strictness, Mrs. Lion will have me at the point where I can really feel her power and be on my best behavior nearly all the time. After my evening with the training collar, I realize how much happier I am when her control is strong.
This past, long weekend was full of promise. Mrs Lion played with me in the sling. The night before, she used the wrist restraints attached to our headboard and she applied menthol rub to my balls. We did some anal play and a play spanking as well. it’s been so long since we have done any of those things.
I’m very happy Mrs. Lion has started again. I hope it won’t be another month of Sundays before my next chance to provide pleasure to my lioness.
Nippy NIght
Lion had a very eventful day yesterday. I put him in the sling and proceeded to give him some anal attention. It’s been a while so I took it slow. Just my fingers at first, and then I used a small butt plug. While the butt plug was in I started jerking him off. Not all the way, of course. Just enough to tease him. When I was done with the butt plug, I started spanking him.
Let me just say, it’s been a long time since he’s had a play spanking. I started with my hands. I stopped periodically to keep Mr. Weenie interested. By the time I got his cheeks rosy, I was stopping not only to keep Mr. Weenie interested, but also to give my hands a rest. They were stinging too. I also used a light wooden spoon, but I wanted to use my hands mostly so I could gauge how far I was going. Between the butt plug, spanking and edging, I’d say Lion had a pretty good time. I locked him up and that was that. Or so I thought.
About an hour before we went to bed, Lion said I needed to start conditioning him to do things. He’d read a blog earlier that outlined how to get your husband to make it a habit to do the dishes. He said I should use that technique on him for whatever I wanted. But now, just as bedtime rolled around, he was on it again. And on and on it. I should have realized his sleeping pill was kicking in, but it wasn’t until I saw him swaying in the bathroom that I realized it. Then when I went to brush my teeth, he pinched my nipples. I told him he better watch himself or he’d get punished. He was undeterred.
The only other time he pinched my nipple was as he was falling asleep a very long time ago. He never pays much attention to my breasts at all. I guess the sleeping pills were working their magic because he kept telling me he loved my breasts and didn’t usually touch them because I intimidate him. Yeah, OK. Then he decided I needed an orgasm. So at 11-something at night, he’s working on an orgasm for me. And falls asleep. When he woke up five minutes later he insisted he hadn’t been sleeping and went right back to work. He did manage to give me a few orgasms and then I had to convince him I was done.
I figured he’d fall asleep, but he rolled to his side of the bed and started whimpering that he wanted an orgasm. I reminded him that he’d had his fun in the afternoon. He kept whining. Finally I unlocked him and played with him for a bit. It was obvious he wasn’t going to get hard. I assumed that from the beginning. It just took a while for it to sink into Lion’s sleeping pill-laden mind. I locked him back up and he was ready for sleep.
I have no idea if he remembers any of this. I’ve heard of sleep walking and sleep driving. I wonder if there’s ever been a documented case of sleep sex.
Who Asked Me?
A lot of what Mrs. Lion writes is about what I want and don’t want. It’s true she’s writing about things that happen to me. She likes to hear my reactions to what she does. But am I the customer who has to be pleased?
Most recently, she has been writing about my reaction to her decision to give me orgasms every three or four days. I do react with some surprise. Our general pattern is that I come every seven to ten days. The last four orgasms have been at three or four day intervals. I’m not complaining. I enjoy getting a chance to ejaculate. I’m just a bit surprised.
Mrs. Lion has made it clear that my opinion matters. I suppose that’s natural. Since I’m getting the orgasms (and beatings), does that mean I need to be satisfied? It would if I am the intended “customer”. Of course, I’m not. The only person who needs to be pleased is Mrs. Lion. I ejaculate at her pleasure, not mine. If she decides to make me come every day or two, that is her choice. I’m still in enforced chastity. The decision is absolutely hers, not mine.
I’ve been a somewhat critical customer of Mrs. Lion’s services. That is very silly of me. Do I ask my dog if she likes the grooming I had her get? Absolutely not. Should I review the quality of a punishment Mrs. Lion administers? Well, no. In fact, if the roles were reversed, I would respond to a review that it wasn’t harsh enough by trying again to get it “better”. That would cure complaints quickly.
The fact is that I don’t have to review an orgasm or punishment. It doesn’t matter how I feel about either. I am grateful that Mrs. Lion takes the time and trouble to do anything for me. I have way too many opinions, I think. When will I learn to lie back and enjoy it?
