We Never Really Stopped
We’ve arrived at our campsite. I’m writing this after dinner on Friday night. Our trip was uneventful other than Mrs. Lion growling at some other drivers. The RV park is nice and we connected with our friends. It is good to see them again. I don’t think that either of us is exhausted by either the trip or the chores of setting up our trailer. It’s cool (65 deg. F) and pleasant outside.
Mrs. Lion informed me that so far I have been cheerful and friendly. I’m following her orders. I’m also having a lot of fun. Having a full time job takes a lot of worry off my shoulders. Tonight may be the new beginning of our play.
Even though we “fell off the wagon,” so to speak, neither of us forgot our commitments to FLR and enforced chastity. As you may have read, over the last months we have had our ups and down’s with what Mrs. Lion calls play. Our down’s have been caused by my lack of interest or her lack of energy.
My interest drove the first year or so. Over that period, Mrs. Lion found and supported the real benefits we get from FLR and enforced chastity. We agreed that these practices have become a permanent part of our lives. So, what happens when our activities drop off?
You might assume that if our interest in activities like spanking, teasing, and other BDSM stuff drops, then our chastity/FLR lifestyle also stops. For a while, that’s what I thought. But as I reflect on the last few months I realize that even when we think we are slacking off, things really haven’t changed all that much.
I’ve been wearing the chastity device. I may not have wanted teasing or orgasms as desperately, but the device was where it belonged. My rules have been in place. I may have “missed” a few spankings, but the offenses were generally noted. Mrs. Lion continues to make many decisions for us both. Sounds like we are still practicing enforced chastity and FLR.
What we didn’t do is consistently enforce rules. I didn’t get BDSM play very often. I didn’t want it. I got the same number of orgasms I have when we are very active. It’s true, my obedience wasn’t tested or exercised as much as we might have liked. But Mrs. Lion made sure I obeyed as she wished. The bottom line startled me. We are consistently practicing enforced chastity and FLR even when we think we aren’t. That is very good news to me.
Water, Water Everywhere
We are headed to a peninsula. The RV park is right on a bay. I think all but one of our trips this year is on water. But that’s not what you came here to read.
We went out shopping for Lion clothes last night. We were tired and didn’t play. Somehow we’ll get back on track. I now owe Lion another round of swats for spilling food on his shirt. He’ll definitely get them this weekend.
I think I’ll have Lion wear the shock collar for at least part of the weekend. That way I can let him know of he’s misbehaving. Not that I think it will be a problem. He’ll be fine. I just like the idea of being able to zap him for my own amusement.
Since we haven’t been playing, we’ve fallen behind on Lion’s all-you-can-come buffet. I don’t know if it’s possible for us to catch up, but we can sure try.
I’m looking forward to getting back in the swing of things. I hate when we’re both too tired to do anything. We haven’t even been snuggling. This weekend ends that.
Still On Hold
We’re off on another weekend trip. This time to the shore of the Puget Sound. We are meeting a group of friends at the RV park. I’ve wanted to visit this area since we moved to the Northwest. It’s in the area of the San Juan islands. This part of the world is one of the most unique and beautiful. I look forward to seeing it.
Last night, play and sex took a backseat to other needed activities. For one thing, I need some chinos for my new job. This is the first time since we moved west that I shouldn’t wear jeans to the office. Oh, well; it’s worth it. Almost every company here has absolutely no dress code. Shorts, t-shirt, and flip-flops are completely acceptable business attire. My new employer has a booklet outlining proper dress and grooming. It’s entertaining reading. Obviously this company is not based up here. For the record, there is no prohibition of chastity devices in the workplace.
Equally obvious, my mind is not on enforced chastity or FLR. It’s true that Mrs. Lion spanked me on Wednesday night. Yesterday was punishment day and at dinner I spilled salad dressing on my shirt. By the time we got home, we were too tired to care. What’s happening now isn’t all that different from what happens to other couples when day-t0-day stuff gets in the way of sex. I’m just as tired as Mrs. Lion and very happy to skip the discipline and teasing.
That concerns me. It’s all to easy to let all the work we have done fade into the background. It’s a slippery slope. Of course it isn’t too late. We can agree that we won’t let “other” things get in the way of our FLR and domestic discipline. It’s hard to to do this with so many powerful distractions, especially when we both agree to postpone activities. We are both at fault. We will see if we can come up with a way to get back on track and prevent this from happening again.
The No Groan Zone
OK. So Lion and I sometimes talk a good game. We say we’ll lose weight. We say we’ll save money. We say we’ll clean the gutters. We say we’ll play more. But sometimes it just doesn’t work out that way. We’ve been tired and yesterday both of us had stomach issues. We were just out of sorts. I did give Lion his punishment swats, but things ended there. He wasn’t up for anything else. We’ll try again tonight, but we’ve got a lot of running around to do to get ready for our trip and to get Lion ready for his first day of work. And then tomorrow is travel day. Blah, blah, blah. The point is, life is getting in the way a lot at the moment.
However, I have given Lion his marching orders for this weekend. We’re meeting a group of people at a rally. For the past two years we’ve gone to rallies and each time there’s been a problem. The first year the directions to the campground were wrong. The second year our site got changed and the itinerary got changed and we were not informed. Lion was upset and let people know about it. Maybe a little too much. Anyway, last year I made him apologize for lashing out about the change in itinerary. In the overall scheme of things it was small potatoes. This year I told him I want him to practice for his new job which requires friendliness by schmoozing with people at the rally. If there is a problem, and life always throws a monkey wrench in plans, he can complain about it without going all road rage on people. For example, if he doesn’t like our campsite, he shouldn’t say, “Our site sucks!” He can say something like, “From the satellite pictures, I expected the site to be bigger (sunnier, shadier, etc.).” See? It’s all in how you say things.
I don’t normally give Lion assignments. He doesn’t like when I give him a list of things to do and I feel guilty asking him to do things. But every once in a while, there’s something that I want done. Maybe I want it done a certain way. Maybe I want only a specific part done. I know I can tell him to do anything. I’m in charge. Instead of my usual “If you get a chance…” I can tell him specifically, “I want you to bake me a chocolate cake with buttercream icing.” When I told Lion I had an assignment for him, he groaned. I can’t remember what the last assignment was, but it wasn’t bad enough to elicit a groan this time.
I’m trying to decide how I feel about that groan. I do allow a certain amount of grumbling. The thing is, he didn’t even wait to hear what the assignment was. He just groaned when I said I had one for him. I think a groan may require punishment. After all, he could suppress it. Especially until he finds out what it is. How many times have I groaned internally when he starts talking about going to the opera? If he just thought “oh crap” instead of groaning, I’d have no idea. At least wait until I’ve given the assignment to see if it warrants a groan. If I ask him to fawn over my sister and brother-in-law’s cooking, I would allow several groans. If I ask him to be nice to one of my coworkers, it shouldn’t require a groan.
From now on, groans and grumbles will receive punishment as I see fit. Certainly a groan before the question will be worth a punishment. I can’t have Lion talking back, can I?
