Lion’s Sunday
It’s been a long time since Lion has gotten a spanking while in the sling. If I use a paddle, the angle is all wrong. And I usually don’t have him situated with his butt hanging out so I wind up hitting the sling more than his buns. Yesterday I thought ahead and had him shift himself down. More buns = better target. And off we went.
It’s also been a long time since Lion had a play spanking. Most of our play involves CBT or just edging. For the most part, I’m not very creative. There’s absolutely no reason I can’t spank Lion on the bed, whether he’s restrained or not. It’s a little more uncomfortable for me to kneel beside him on the bed but I could always have him closer to the edge so I could stand. Mostly, I just don’t think about things like that until I’m already uncomfortable.
When I started out yesterday, I wasn’t thinking about giving Lion an orgasm. I hadn’t even really decided to spank him until he started to get in the sling. I just knew he would be in the sling. I had menthol rub and dildos at my disposal. There actually weren’t many paddles in the dungeon. It’s just as well since the angle is wrong. The light wooden spoons are nice for ball swatting. And there was one larger wooden spoon that still isn’t very heavy. They all deliver a sharp stinging sensation.
The sling puts Lion in roughly the same position as if he were on his knees on the bed. Inverted, of course. My prime target is right where he sits. From this angle I can whomp his butt and do the occasional ball swat. Ball swats are lighter than butt whomps, although sometimes Lion isn’t so sure they are. A light tap on the balls sometimes sends him through the roof. I tell them they are only love taps and we need to work on getting rid of his wimpy balls. Yesterday, he made no comment about how hard the ball swats were. He did make some noise when I got his butt nice and pink, though. My hand wasn’t sore so I couldn’t have been hitting him very hard at all. But, as I said, it’s been a while since he’s been spanked for fun.
As I edged him, I decided if I got him too close to the edge I would just continue on to a full orgasm rather than give him another ruined orgasm. Somewhere along the line, I changed my mind. I decided to give him the full orgasm on purpose. And then the evil 2.0 decided if he was lucky enough to get an orgasm, he should have to eat it. That’s never a favorite activity for Lion. He makes funny faces from the taste. I don’t get it. I like Lion cum. I know. He says there’s no reason he should eat it at all. He doesn’t want to steal it from me. That’s ok, my pet. There’s plenty to go around.
Slingtime
Sunday was a quiet, at-home day. We did a few chores and relaxed. Late in the afternoon, Mrs. Lion strapped me into the sling. She spanked and teased me. Then, without any warning, she masturbated me to orgasm. Then, since 2.0 is now on the scene, she fed every drop to me. Yuck! It was great to come, but not so great to eat it. Before we went down to the dungeon, I was eating some peanut M&M’s. As she fed me the semen she said, “This will get the taste of M&M’s out of your mouth.” For the record, it did. I felt much more cheerful after this episode. It isn’t so much that I had an orgasm. It’s more that it feels like things are back to normal.
I was really surprised when she let me come. I was sure that this would be a teasing session. But then, 2.0 isn’t even a little predictable. Also, I did not suggest any activity at all. Sunday was 100% 2.0. Way to go! Along with the sexual stimulation, I was edged many times, Mrs. Lion spanked me with a combination of her hands and a light wooden spoon. It was a symphony of sting and thud.
Today is the first day of my last week on my current assignment. I have some possibilities for new things to do. If my age doesn’t get in the way, I am well qualified for all of them. I am cautiously hopeful. There is no question that this situation affects us both. Yesterday, for a while, all that left my mind. All I could focus on was the stimulation I received. It was a very welcome break from worry.
Return Of 2.0
Lion has said in the past that he has no idea where 2.0 came from. I do. She arrived right after a disagreement we had. I wrote a post about being in pain a lot of the time and Lion told me if I was in so much pain I should see a doctor. It was basically a “suck it up, Buttercup” moment with a smattering of “get off your ass and do something about it.” I figured he should practice what he preached. 2.0 isn’t in pain. She causes pain. 2.0 doesn’t have excuses and she doesn’t listen to any from Lion either. She’s the one who tells Lion to suck it up.
A few weeks ago, I changed pain meds. These aren’t working as well. I can either up the dosage, which will make me more tired, or try something else. 1.0 has been around a lot more in the past few weeks. She feels pain whether 2.0 does or not. She feels the effect of Lion’s impending unemployment whether 2.0 does or not. This morning, Lion’s post dealt with the absence of 2.0. I don’t know if he realized it at the time he was writing, but he was issuing another “suck it up, Buttercup” message. Lion has thrown down the gauntlet once again. He asked for it.
Today hasn’t started off exactly how I had envisioned. Lion slept late, which is fine since he’s been so tired. But I’d hoped we’d have manscaping done by now. We have chores to do and I wanted Lion’s butt in the sling by mid afternoon. Now it is already mid afternoon and we’re waiting for the numbing cream to take effect so I can do the manscaping. Then we’ll start the chores and maybe by late afternoon Lion’s butt will be in a sling. The truth is, Lion’s butt is already in the proverbial sling now that 2.0 is back in town. She’s watching his every move. So whether his butt ever hits the actual sling or not, he’s in for some action today/tonight.
I agree I’ve been lax for the past few weeks. There have been issues. 1.0 has been too nice. Good thing 2.0 doesn’t have that problem.
Rainmaker
We’ve been in a lull. In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion said that a key reason that I need to continue wearing a chastity device, whether I want to or not, is that she will likely slip back into the old pattern of ignoring sex for me. I think that is true. I will, in turn, withdraw feeling rejected and we might return to our prior, undesirable situation.
Until very recently I believed that we were past such regression. But now I’m not so sure. Yesterday afternoon I mentioned that this was the weekend for manscaping. Mrs. Lion looked unhappy. I asked why; was she tired of doing this for me? She replied that it was just one more thing that had to be done. Our sexual activity has fallen off too. Yes, we have both been tired; and yes, I’m worried that after my work contract runs out next week that I won’t be able to find work again. This could explain our lack of activity. But I’m not so sure.
Has enforced chastity and FLR become chores? Is being on the dominant side of the power exchange become work? It’s not that there are competing activities dragging us away from play. Yes, we run errands on weekends. But after 4pm we are done and the TV goes on and Mrs. Lion retreats to her iPad. If I say something there is a good chance that she will put it down and do something sexual with me. But it requires my initiation. Similarly, if I break a rule, she notices, but forgets to punish me later. Again, if I remind her, my butt will feel her wrath. But I am the active party.
As she wrote yesterday, Mrs. Lion knows she isn’t very consistent. Her nature is more passive and reactive. One of the main reasons I am locked in a chastity device is to remind her to be consistent in the role she has accepted. I’ve worried that I could end up in the device and she would retreat back into her former, reactive self. I think that is what is happening now.
Last year, we went through much harder times with way more exhausting intrusions without missing a beat. Of course, I was writing a lot more about things I would like to try. My wonderful lioness gamely tried them. I’ve done almost none of that in recent months. And our activities have nearly ceased. I don’t want to control things. I don’t want to indirectly stimulate activities by writing about ideas I have. Most of all, I don’t want to go back to the way it was before enforced chastity, especially if I do it wearing a chastity device. I’m not a naturally consistent person. I help myself stay on top of things by using my calendar to remind me of things I want to do. I can’t tell Mrs. Lion how she can be consistent. But I feel it when she isn’t.
I’m not suggesting that we stop enforced chastity and our FLR marriage. I am saying that the way things are going now doesn’t work for me. I’m pretty sure it isn’t working very well for Mrs. Lion either. We need to talk and work out how to get things going again.
