No Excuses
Yesterday, I wrote about taking play, sex, and punishment away from bedtime and perhaps, the bed. That started my imagination going. This is a dangerous thing for me to do. It’s like food shopping when you are hungry; you’re bound to buy more than you need. I’m horny and my imagination may be writing checks my ass can’t cash. Oh well. Here goes.
If we take play out of the bedroom, then why not take it out of the house/camper entirely? Before we go out, Mrs. Lion could tell me to drop my pants, bend over, and spread my cheeks. She could insert a butt plug. Then, have me pull up my pants and off we go on whatever was planned. It would add an interesting twist to our activities. I’m sure we could take some of the usual CBT activities out of the house as well. We would know what is happening, but the rest of the world would be unaware.
The possibilities are only limited by Mrs. Lion’s imagination. The element of surprise is fun for both of us. I know she loves the look on my face when she springs something on me. Too often, she lets me talk her out of her creative-if-uncomfortable-for-me ideas. I’m hoping she won’t let me do that anymore. Each time she prevails despite my objections, we add to our power exchange.
I remember the times she had me go out wearing a diaper. We took some long shopping trips where I got very soggy. It was uncomfortable, but it sent the right message. If we do that again, and the trip might be too long for one diaper, there is no reason we can’t carry a change.
My point isn’t really about wearing diapers. It’s about ignoring objections based on my unhappiness with the activity, and being creative about managing the objections that might be valid. For example, me complaining the trip will be too long for a single diaper. The answer is not to let me go without one, but to bring changes if needed.
It seems to me that activities like this are about finding ways we can do them and not about me coming up with reasons we can’t. Too many times I have convinced Mrs. Lion to not do something she wanted to try. Growth for me is to learn to accept, even embrace things that I know will be uncomfortable or potentially embarrassing. It’s part of my role.
Trouble With a Capital “T”
Last night, as we were falling asleep, Lion mumbled something about trouble. I thought he said he was trouble. He says that from time to time he thinks he asks me to do too much for him. What he actually said was that he’s in trouble. He is?
He did get punishment swats last night on a non-punishment night. Hard ones. Lion needs to learn not to interrupt. This morning he asked if I hit as hard as I could. Um, nope. Sorry. I can hit harder. Part of it was the paddle I used. That blood wood paddle with the sandpaper on one side is mean.
A little while after his punishment, I pulled out my bag of tricks. While I rubbed his balls and got his juices flowing, I asked him what I should use from the bag. Not surprisingly, he didn’t like any idea. No problem. I can choose.
I tortured him with the tiny clothespins for a few minutes. Pink ones because a big, strong man needs to show his softer side sometimes. I asked him where he thought the most sensitive area was. Clearly he didn’t want that little monster anywhere near his cock. Too bad. But I only put it on for a few seconds. It was definitely long enough for Lion.
Then I pulled out the Velcro. Uh oh. I’ve decided it’s not as much fun when he’s already hard. Those little teeth don’t seem to bite in quite as well. Lion may disagree. It still hurt a lot.
So Lion may have a point. Maybe he is in trouble. Now that we’ve started playing more and pain has returned to the game, he’s starting to get exactly what he asked for once again.
[Lion — It’s more than that. Whether she is doing it consciously or not, she’s dialed up the intensity. The play session included more pain than she’s provided in years. The spanking was much more painful. She hit spots over and over that sh knows gives me the most pain. I woke up this morning still stinging back there. While I hated much of it at the time, especially the tiny clothespin on the head of my penis (NSFW image), somehow it all feels right; even the spanking. 2.0 is back and I welcome her. I know I will regret encouraging her, but it is the right thing for me to do. It will make things better for us.]
Breaking The Routine
Lately, I’ve been falling asleep when Mrs. Lion cuddles and fondles me. I’m sure she isn’t offended. It’s a sign of my comfort having her in my arms as well as pure exhaustion. I’m not very happy that I do this. I really want the sexual attention. We may need to start earlier. Generally, we eat, watch some TV, have desert, and then cuddle. Maybe we should put the “us” time earlier on our schedule. When we travel, our routine is a bit different. We sit in the living room and watch some TV, then go to the bedroom and make our activities the first thing we do. As I learned, it’s no guarantee that I won’t conk out, but the odds are improved.
I was thinking that when we are on vacation, we could play during the day when we happen to be in the camper or someplace we know we are alone. There is often a time between activities when we could do something. I don’t think we have a problem with prioritization. It’s more the way we interpret opportunity. At night, I am naked and in that sense, ready to go. During the day, chances are good I am dressed. Maybe Mrs. Lion doesn’t want me to go to the trouble of getting bare.
There is also the simple reality that play may not be on her mind at all. She may be focused on the other things she has on her agenda. That’s completely understandable. We may be associating sexual activity with “bed” too much. It may be a good idea to intentionally move sexual activity away from bed time and do it at other times of day.
Punishment also seems to fall into a similar routine. Generally, after Mrs. Lion has showered and we are both settling in, she will get the paddle and administer needed swats. Aside from the benefits of moving the punishment closer to the crime, it might also help if we make punishment a stand-alone activity that can be administered any time.
We tried punishment in semi-public a few months ago when Mrs. Lion spanked me in the family bathroom at a local supermarket. It was an uncomfortable experience for us both. We decided that particular venue didn’t work for us. Since Mrs. Lion carries her purse paddle with her, there may be other, less public opportunities we could try, particularly when we travel.
Regardless of that, I think it would be helpful to change things up a bit. Punishment, play, edging, even orgasms don’t have to happen when we are in bed at night. We don’t have kids around so there is no reason any time we are alone together can’t be used for these activities. Who knows, changing things up might even add some new excitement for us both. I’d like to try and see.
Benevolent Mrs. Lion
I forgot all about Zapardy! until the other day when Lion was getting an amazing amount of answers correct and he said it was too bad we weren’t playing. He might not have been zapped at all. Where’s the fun in that?! I’ll have to drag out the ol’ shock collar so we can play again. Maybe Lion won’t be as smart that night.
Forgetting Zapardy! is just one more example of how far away from playing we’ve gotten. Last night, as we were snuggling and I was fondling Mr. Weenie, I was thinking I should get up and get some clothespins or give Lion that spanking I promised him. And then I heard him snoring softly. Poor tired Lion. At least he wasn’t hard this time. At some point last week, he was hard and sort of bucking and then suddenly snoring. Afterwards he knew he’d fallen asleep but he didn’t realize he was hard at the time. It’s a good thing I don’t take these things as a testimony to my effectiveness at getting him excited.
Tomorrow we’re off on another trip. It’s a longer trip taking advantage of the holiday on Monday. I’m hoping we’ll have some time to relax, but I’m sure we’ll be off driving somewhere and we’ll be tired by the end of each day. Lion doesn’t do well just sitting still and relaxing. I’m sure he’ll say he can do that at home. But I’m just talking about sitting in our lawn chairs looking out over the lake. He can’t do that at home. Nope. Lion wants to go, go, go, even though we may have exhausted all possibilities of places to go in this particular area.
Tonight I’ll give Lion his swats for forgetting to thank me for his swats from the other night. I know it’s not punishment night but I can do whatever I want and I think we’ll be too tired tomorrow night. After I gave him his swats on Monday, I waited over an hour before I told him he was in trouble again. He asked why and then immediately realized his mistake. He asked if it was too late. Well, yes. If I’ve already said he’s in trouble, I think that makes it too late. It’s not like I didn’t give him time to remember. I am nothing if not benevolent.
