2.0 Has Spoken
I’ll try to make this a very quick post. I returned to a mountain of work and I have to leave early to meet the insurance adjuster about our camper mishap.
By the time we got home last night, Lion and I were done for. Dinner consisted of a glorified TV dinner. We didn’t even have the energy to go out to eat. And forget about bringing things in from the camper. The only thing that made it in was the laundry hamper. The end of season purge will likely start this weekend.
Needless to say, we were not in the mood for play. Well, I wasn’t. Lion probably was. I’m not sure why driving/riding for seven hours left me achy all over, but I wasn’t moving very fast, if at all. Lion has had a shoulder issue for a few weeks now. We’re a mess.
I’m hoping tonight we’ll at least snuggle and perhaps I’ll edge my pet. Any actual play may wait for the weekend. We’ll see how we feel.
The other thing I noticed, and I think we’ve both made this comment before, is that we don’t tend to kiss as much when we’re together for the day/weekend/extended periods of time. During the week, when we’re heading to and from work, we make sure to kiss each other. And, of course, there’s the good night kiss. But when we’re together, I don’t know if we just assume being together is enough or what it is. I’d like to see that change. I mean, I don’t think we need to be all kissy face all the time, but a kiss or two throughout the day would be nice.
2.0 has spoken!
Comments
We are home again. After a smooth seven-hour drive the Lions are safe in their den. On our trip to a former gold town, we visited a county fair. My one takeaway from the fair was that it would be cool to have cowboy boots. After all, we live in the West. Boots wouldn’t be out of place here. So, we ventured out to find them. There was a disappointing selection in town, so we drove across a mountain pass (5, 575 Ft.) to Coleville Washington, a much bigger town. There we found a great selection and Mrs. Lion and I both sport brand new cowboy/girl boots. We are both very pleased with these purchases.
Over the years, we get interesting comments about our posts. Sometimes these comments give a view into the life of the writers. When an individual comments over time, we can read how their life has evolved in terns of enforced chastity and FLR. I love learning how others interpret these practices.
One of our frequent commentators is Mark. Yesterday, he updated us on his life:
“Although my wife and I aren’t traveling down the path of domestic discipline, or even a female-led relationship, I have asked her for my chastity to be a more-or-less constant part of our lives, and mentioned that it definitely gives me a bit of a thrill when she tells me that she won’t unlock me. I really do look forward to those orgasms now!
This morning she upped her game a bit: She took The Key off her necklace, and said “it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”. I told her that I figured I’d just go down on her, since she’s not much of a morning sex person, and she responded the “we can do that first”. This isn’t unusual before intercourse, since it gets her juices flowing so to speak, so I did (which I love anyway), and she had a very nice orgasm – one of those ones that sneaks up out of nowhere.
Usually, after I give her head in the morning, she like to curl up on my shoulder and nap for a few minutes, and this morning was the same. What was different, though, is that she then told me that she just wanted to drift off for a while, and that she wasn’t really horny any more – “maybe we’ll have sex some other time.” !!!
Well, it looks like I’m getting what I asked for, too.”
It’s really good to see that Mark sees things moving in the direction he wants. What particularly interested me is that according to his comment, his wife’s actions after her morning orgasm haven’t changed. He pointed out that she normally enjoyed his attention and then would drift off to sleep without reciprocating. That is exactly what happened this time; but with a difference that hit him hard: She told him that she wasn’t horny and that maybe the two of them (meaning, Mark, I assume) would have sex another time.
She didn’t do anything different. But, she informed him that nothing would happen today. Since, according to Mark, that is usually the case, the only change was her consciousness of the fact he would go wanting. Words can be amazingly powerful.
Something similar happened to me recently. We were on one of our trips. We passed through the town of Toppinish. Mrs. Lion casually commented, “I’m toppinish; you’re bottomish.”
That’s obviously true, but hearing her say it aloud got to me. I know how Mark felt. Mrs. Lion articulating our reality made it unambiguously real. Our roles didn’t just exist in my mind. They are real because Mrs. Lion said the words. What may seem an offhand comment to her, can be an earthshaking pronouncement to me. Right, Mark?
Possible Fixes
Just a short post for travel day. I think we may have made some strides in creating a camper routine. Unfortunately, this was the last trip. My goal now is to continue that at home. How do we do that? Good question.
It’s possible, maybe even probable, that we have to have a schedule as Lion suggested. At least until we work things out. Perhaps we have a BDSM night or two built into the week. Perhaps we have a day off built into the week. Edging might be every night except for the night off. Maybe edging only happens Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I don’t know. I haven’t really put much thought into it. But I know we need to do something.
Or maybe we don’t. We were doing pretty well before Lion lost his job. We didn’t have a schedule and we weren’t necessarily playing every night, but we had some sort of routine going. I think Lion was happy with it. We need to get back to the way it was then.
It’s a long, seven hour drive home. I guess I’ll use part of that time to think about how to “fix” us. Not that there’s too much to fix. We just need to get back in the swing of things. Now that Lion has eased into the new job, I hope there won’t be any more surprises and stumbling blocks. Fingers crossed.
Self Awareness
It seems that lioness 2.0 is back to stay. She told you about her latest adventures yesterday. There’s no question that even though I dislike a lot of what she does, the stricter lioness is what I need. I’ve been thinking about this. It may seem odd that I want Mrs. Lioness to forcefully exert control doing things I clearly don’t like.
That seems odd, at best. To confuse matters more, many of the other guys who want spanking, humiliation, bondage, etc. get off on it. I remember a scene in a New York club where a guy was getting a brutal paddling. He was erect the entire time. That is classic masochism. It’s easy to comprehend, if not understand, that some people are wired to get aroused by pain. It’s harder for me to understand my situation. I don’t get turned on by pain, but get turned on by the power I feel when I have to accept it.
I’m not talking strictly about pain in the sense of spanking or clothespins on my penis. I’m talking about the fact that I have to accept pain and other things because I have surrendered power. Now that turns me on. It does more than that. Somewhere deep down inside me there is a need to feel that strict control. I may dread it when Mrs. Lion tells me it’s time and selects a paddle, but once the sting fades there is a warmth inside me that makes me feel loved.
It’s not that I don’t feel loved other times. This is different. I can’t really explain how, but it is. Domestic discipline provides me with an inner sense of security and love. I don’t like being punished, but in a deeper sense I must. I never intentionally provoke punishment, but Mrs. Lion knows me well enough to assure that I don’t go too many days without earning a spanking.
What about the diapers, clothespins, and other BDSM stuff? That’s different. I find all that a big turn on. I have to admit it. When Mrs. Lion made me wear diapers on Sunday, I was not happy about peeing on myself, but it was a turn on. When Mrs. Lion masturbated me later on Sunday night, she decided to let me come. She was surprised to see as much semen as I produced after a week of waiting. That’s highly unusual. Generally, when I get a bonus orgasm after only a few days, semen production is weak.
It’s like that great bit on the “Becker” sitcom. A teenage boy sees Dr. Becker worrying about the fact he gets erections at inappropriate times. The boy has a great line. “My mom saw me get an erection when I was doing chores. Now she thinks I like them.” You can see the parallel with the diapers. It’s the same with painful play. I am turned on by it. Well, it turns me on afterward anyway.
I don’t think there is any connection between the domestic discipline and the BDSM play; at least not an obvious one. Yes, they both involve discomfort I don’t necessarlily welcome. My reaction to domestic discipline is very different from how I react to the BDSM play. When I think about the BDSM activities, I am aroused. That sort of power exchange turns me on.
However, when I think about domestic discipline and, for that matter, enforced chastity, it’s different. Both provide me with an inner warmth; a sense of being loved on a different level. That feeling increases when Mrs. Lion is stricter and more consistent. I’m sure there is a point where I would just feel put upon. We haven’t gotten close to that yet.
It may be time to go back into the Jail Bird. It’s clear that it isn’t needed for orgasm control. The only physical difference between being in or out of the Jail Bird is that I get periodic erections that are suppressed by the chastity device when it is on. On the other hand, not being caged makes things a lot easier. I don’t have any problems peeing at work and elsewhere. I don’t feel less controlled without it.
Of course, like everything else, it isn’t up to me to decide. It goes on if Mrs. Lion wants it on. It stays off because that is what she wants. Simple and satisfying.
