Just Us
One thing about being so far from the busy world is that my mind drifts away from our power exchange. I suspect that Mrs. Lion’s does too. We always have good intentions of using these days together for play, but it doesn’t seem to materialize. The same is true so far on this longer trip.
Of course, Mrs. Lion has had on and off stomach issues. That certainly gets in the way of other things. We also enjoy exploring the local area, even though we’ve been here several times before. It’s just so beautiful. This trip, the weather isn’t terribly good. Night time temperatures have gotten down to 40 deg. F and the days briefly hit 65. It’s not the traditional Labor Day weekend heat we generally get. This does give us more in-camper time. However, with the exception of a fantastic oral orgasm Friday night, we haven’t done much.
I should say that I am writing this Saturday morning. Since we have no Internet or cell phone access here, we have to do our writing and then drive 12 miles into town where we get a cell signal and can upload our posts. So, with most of Saturday in front of us, I don’t know what may be in store for me between now and Monday morning’s post.
To tell the truth, I haven’t much felt like playing so far. I was very horny until Friday night, but I wasn’t craving the activities I had written about in recent posts. I am just enjoying the companionable comfort of our time together. That’s certainly not a bad thing. There is so much more to our relationship beyond BDSM, enforced chastity, and domestic discipline.
The one thing we always do on our trips is appreciate the opportunity we have to spend all of our time together. We even like riding in the truck and enjoying the scenery togetether. The conversation is easy and comfortable. I just love being in the same place as my lioness.
That’s the thing. Enforced chastity and FLR helps us fill in some gaps we believe are important. But without them, we still have so much we can be happy without them. That may be why play always seems to slip away on our vacations. Even though it is something we have both decided to do, everything else is just so wonderful, we forget what we planned to do. We are a little less than halfway into this trip. Who knows what we will do with the rest of this time?
Lava Flow
We’ve stumbled across our second county fair in as many weeks. They’re very small counties as far as population is concerned, so the fairs don’t offer much. Last week we saw part of a rodeo with six calf ropers and about as many bronco riders. This week’s fair features horse racing, or so the poster promises. It’s been chilly and overcast with showers thrown in for good measure, so we’re waiting a little while for it to warm up. We may run out of things to see after an hour, maybe two. Then we’ll be off on our next adventure.
If you pay attention to the numbers on the right side of the page, you’ll notice that Lion had his orgasm last night. I’m not sure why I did it. It was at least a day early. And he was snarky with me just beforehand. I wanted to suck him to the edge a few times just to really get him going, but as I was sucking I wondered how long he could take it if I did it really slowly. For the most part, what I did was not move my head up and down, but rather I moved my tongue slowly. When I felt him getting close I stopped. And then I went right back to work on him. He lasted quite a long time when I finally went in for the kill.
It’s interesting that he didn’t start bucking. Sometimes when he gets very close to the edge he can’t help himself. Maybe he just couldn’t believe that he was going to get to come. Maybe he just couldn’t believe that he would come so slowly. If you think about a volcano, Lion usually comes like a pyroclastic explosion. Last night was more of a lava flow. A slow and steady trickle, if you will. Still the same amount of yummy goodness, just not all at once.
Lion’s next date is almost two weeks out. It will be one of his longer waits. Certainly nothing compared to other chaste males, but we don’t go for long waits. Lion’s sweet spot is between four and ten days. My sweet spot is whenever I get the urge to let him come. Neither of us is sure when that will be.
Why I Want FLR (Perhaps)
After reading my post yesterday, Mrs. Lion said, “We can try that.”
That statement leaves a lot open to interpretation. My post covered a wide range of activities, none of which I particularly enjoy. So, the indefinite “that” she mentioned can be nearly any concealable BDSM activity. I’ve never had to go out of the house wearing a butt plug or clothespins on my balls. Of course, neither of these might be what she was considering. I don’t think we have any diapers (thank goodness!) on board the camper, so that is probably out.
Of course, she may have had nothing specifically in mind. She may just approved of the idea with no plan on how or when she would try it. That leaves me speculating on how I will be suffering at some undetermined point in the future. She likes surprising me. One one level I like that too. On another, I inwardly (usually) groan in anticipation of what’s coming.
Wednesday night’s particularly painful spanking left an impression on me. Aside from stinging for hours, I find myself trying much harder to avoid spilling or interrupting. This, of course, is the purpose of punishment; to increase my awareness of rules and improve my obedience.
That’s not surprising. It’s expected. What surprised me was that I have been getting less attentive and obedient even though there were occasional punishments. After Wednesday, the light bulb went on. The reasons I had been slipping are that punishment was far from inevitable. More often than not, my offenses were either unnoticed or promised punishment was skipped. That, combined with the low intensity of the punishments, when administered, sent me the subconscious message that the rules weren’t really important. I’m surprised I reacted this way. I had no conscious knowledge that I was letting things slide. But I was.
I like to think that I’m enough of an adult to consistently obey and follow my rules without the threat of painful punishment. I must be in some areas. Otherwise I couldn’t hold a responsible position. So, the reason I need consistent, painful punishment is probably not that I am incapable of behaving without supervision. I suspect it has to do with a deeper emotional need.
I believe that I need consistent, strict management in order to fill a deep need for security. That can be completely wrong, but nothing else I can think of seems to fit. Despite how I feel at the time, I want and need Mrs. Lion to have a very firm hand when dealing with me. Some part of me sees consistent, strict enforcement of my obedience as a form of love that nurtures me.
It may be that my need for FLR isn’t that I want my partner to take over the difficult life decisions. I was happy making those. In my case, it seems to me my need for a very firm hand that I interpret as love.
A New Lion Rule
We had issues on our journey yesterday. To save time and distance, we cross the Columbia on a ferry. We had no problem getting on the ferry. Getting off the ferry, as guided by the deckhand, the top corner of the camper hit a support. Crunch! It took a few hours to figure out how to get the camper off without doing more damage, and then to duct tape the parts back together enough to keep it from getting soaked in the impending rain. We were five hours from home and two hours from the campgrounds. We decided to continue on since the camper seems to be weatherproof for now.
Needless to say, we got in late. It was raining, but we still had daylight. After dinner, Lion fell asleep watching TV. It’s just as well. I was tired too and didn’t feel much like playing. However, when I was ready for bed, Lion was ready for action. While we travelled, he kept mentioning that he was horny. It has been X days since his last orgasm after all. Why wouldn’t he be horny? Sadly, last night was not his night. We snuggled and he moaned whenever my touch felt good, but I didn’t encourage him. We’ll see what tonight brings.
This morning we went out to find cell service so we could report our accident. On the way back to the camper, Lion needed to send a work email. I pulled over as soon as I could so we’d still have cell service. Lion asked what the date is for Monday. I fumbled to find my phone. He said there was a calendar on the truck’s info system and seemed annoyed I was wasting his time looking on my phone for the calendar. There are two problems with this. One, I knew the calendar was there, but my go to is the phone. Two, if he remembered it was there, why didn’t he just look for it himself? He was sitting as far away from it as I was. So what? What’s the big deal?
This isn’t the first time it’s happened. Not the calendar thing, but his being annoyed because I didn’t do something a certain way. Actually, he does it a lot while I’m driving. I’m not in the right lane. I should have turned at that corner back there. Just pass this guy already. And so on. In those cases, I ask him who’s driving and then tell him that any time he’d like to drive he can just let me know. Now I’m thinking these remarks require a more concrete (or should I say wooden, as in paddle) response. From now on, Lion will receive swats for making these comments.
Yes, Lion. 2.0 appears to be back in full force.
