Slumpy
Saturday was uneventful. We went shopping for food. We napped. As of 8pm Saturday night I’m still wild (no chastity device). Not exciting at all around here. Even the weather is cloudy and cold. One thing will probably change before long, I expect that Mrs. Lion will have me locked back up soon.
In her post yesterday, she mentioned that she may want to play with me in the sling. As of now, that idea isn’t very appealing to me. I just don’t feel very interested in BDSM. I realize that this doesn’t make for a very interesting post, but it is my status as of Saturday night. All this could change today. Maybe I just need more rest. I probably need to resolve the job situation before my head gets back into the game. Today is supposed to be sunny. If it is, we have some work to do on the lawn mower. Don’t we have exciting lives?
It isn’t that I don’t want sex. If I am turned on for a while, my interest in anal penetration and other uncomfortable play will probably return. No promises, but it’s possible. My feelings won’t be hurt if we don’t go there. I do hope that there will be some edging though. It might wake me from my slump. I don’t know. Stay tuned.
New Things and Old Things
We were both tired yesterday. Lion had been awake a lot on Thursday night. I just didn’t sleep well. By Friday night we were both too tired to do anything. I unlocked Lion even though we weren’t going to play. I left him wild all night. I doubt that had anything to do with his restful night, but we both feel a lot better than we did yesterday.
Lion’s assignment the other day was to check out the local community center. We’ve lived here for a long time and neither one of us has set foot in the place. I knew from the website that it had certain amenities, but, as you know, the internet can be deceiving. Lion’s old fart pass gets him access to exercise equipment, the gym, an indoor walking track, and the pool. My intent was to get Lion out of the house so he would meet people. I should have known he’d suggest we can go together. Foiled by my own evil plan.
The pool does pose an interesting problem for Lion. The cage will show. If he really does want to use the pool and I’m working, he’ll need permission to use his emergency key. Do I grant him access to that key on a day by day basis? If he emails that he’d like to go to the pool and I’m not able to answer right away, does he miss out on a day of swimming? Should there be an “exercise” clause? These are not insurmountable issues and I’m sure we’ll work them out. I’m just glad the opportunity exists for him to use the facilities, even if he does want to drag me along too.
I think Lion is about due (he’ll probably say overdue) for a stint in the sling. He hasn’t had anything up his ass in weeks. And a nice spanking might help his mood. He keeps reminiscing about when we first met. Maybe that trip down memory lane will yield a good old fashioned play session – after I learned how to spank, of course.
Unpopular
In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion commented that my taste in ice cream and pizza are, well, vanilla. It’s true that I usually prefer vanilla ice cream. In fact, so does everyone else. It is the most popular flavor. It’s also the base for almost every other ice cream flavor, like chocolate. As far as pizza goes, don’t get me started. The original pizza, made in Naples, Italy, is none other than the Margaretta. This delight is crust, tomato, cheese and some fresh basil; no bacon, baby back ribs, salami, or chocolate ice cream on it. It’s clear that she an I have very different tastes, at least in food.
If we want to look further, you will find we don’t like the same TV shows, movies, theater, etc. We come from very different backgrounds; mine urban, hers rural. If it weren’t for the Internet, we never would have met. In fact, the main reason that pretty much everyone involved with enforced chastity came to learn of it via the Internet. In the dark ages before the Net, there were very few ways to learn about kink. If you were lucky enough to live in a big city, and you read the “underground” newspapers, you would have seen ads for kink organization meetings. By attending you would have learned about various kinks. However, to my knowledge, these meetings didn’t discuss or demonstrate enforced male chastity.
There is a good reason for this: Very few people are interested in doing this particular activity. There are two big “problems” with enforced chastity: For one thing, it is long term. Most D/S activity lasts a few hours to days at most. The vast majority of kinksters don’t want to make a full time commitment to their preferred activities. Enforced chastity expects a long term commitment and physical confinement of the penis. While the idea may be exciting to a lot of people, few are ready to actually do it.
The advent of the Web and search engines facilitated discovery of enforced chastity. I found it via a random search. I don’t remember what it was, but it turned up a site with lots of writing about male chastity. The idea and the hardware turned me on. Even with search, there isn’t much interest. For example, the term “spanking” or “spank” came up with over 11 million searches a month. “Chastity”, “chastity belts” and similar terms, on the other hand, yield less than 200,000 searches, less than 2% of spanking searches.
What this means is that our kink is largely unknown and unsearched. I think this will change over time. More and more mainstream media will take notice of enforced chastity and write about it. People who never even considered there is such a thing as enforced chastity will exercise their curiosity and read about what we do. Some will keep reading about the practice. A few will get a device and try it; and a small fraction of those people will add enforced chastity to their lives.
We’re having fun even if we are unpopular.
Vanilla
Last night as we were getting ice cream for dessert, an interesting thought occurred to me. Lion literally has vanilla tastes when it comes to certain foods. He does like the occasional fudge brownie cone and he likes chocolate shakes, but when it comes to sundaes, he prefers vanilla. If I have vanilla it’s going to have some chocolate chips in it. I prefer chocolate with more chocolate in it. Or mint with chocolate chips.
Lion’s “vanilla” taste carries over into pizza. He’s a sausage guy. Just sausage. I like my pizza loaded with meat and, if I must, vegetables. I’m not much of a vegetable person, but they are fine on top of pizza. Buffalo chicken pizza? Count me in. Buffalo chicken anything actually. I draw the line at anchovies and pineapple on pizza.
Of course, Lion does like exotic foods. It just struck me as funny that this man, who enjoys the kinkier aspects of life, would want vanilla ice cream and “boring” pizza. I think I’m just more adventurous when it comes to pizza and ice cream, and he’s more adventurous when it comes to everything else. Maybe opposites really do attract.
Yesterday, Lion was feeling better. He said I had a hand in it when I asked him to do the assignments. I’m glad. When I thought of the panties I figured I was just showing him some control. I was pretty sure he’d like that part even if he didn’t like the panties. I guess it worked. He looks silly in his frilly green panties with random roses on them, especially with the cage showing through. I doubt he feels pretty at all, but I picture him doing little pirouettes. Did you hear that? He just said, “Humph!” while he read that.
I was able to get him excited and edged him a few times. Yes, I wanted to give him an orgasm even though he just had one the other day. I restrained myself though. He needs to wait a little longer. His scheduled date is three days away. He can make it till then. I can make it till then too. I think.
