I got an email yesterday from 2.0, that’s what Mrs. Lion called herself. We were joking earlier about how she isn’t that interested in numbers. I wrote back that I am, particularly how long till my next orgasm. She suggested that another number might be how many clothespins she could fit on my balls. She suggested she might try several times over the weekend to see if she can beat whatever record she set. She suggested that if she could get 25 large ones on, she was sure she could get 75 of the tiny dollhouse clothespins on instead. I wrote back that I am a poor lion for suffering through that. Her response,

“What can I say? 2.0 is a bitch.”

Hoo boy! She made me laugh and worry at the same time. For the record, she has gotten at least 35 large clothepins attached to me in the past. Those were the large, wooden ones. The tiny ones hurt so much I think the record is only three or four. Apparently 2.0 is less interested in my comfort. Lucky for me, so far she is much meaner in her emails than in real life. That’s not entirely true. 2.0 delivers far more painful spankings than 1.0.

In all fairness, I tend to be more extreme in email than in real life. When I get very horny, I have an alarming tendancy to come up with “suggestions” for Mrs. Lion that are over the top. I’ve suggested beating me no matter how much I am hurting. Well, she does do that but not as many swats as I suggested. I’ve come up with all kinds of stuff. Most of the suggestions are probably good ideas, but the quantity and frequency I make them is just too much for either of us.

1.0 was really good about taking a gradual approach to things. She started slow and light and would build up a bit. 2.0 appears to want to start pretty severely and escalate from there. Regardless of the starting point, painful stimulation does require some training. For example (and yes, I’m horny), if 2.0 wants to go big, or should I say small, with clothespins, it will take me some time to learn to tolerate the pain of the sort of onslaught she suggested in her email. The same is true of the tiny clothespin on the head of my penis. It will take time and consistent application to escalate to the point she has threatened (ringing the entire head with those nasty little things). Anal play is the same. Consistent application of butt plugs and dildos is needed for me to learn to accept pegging and larger toys.

Consistent doesn’t mean daily, but it does mean at least every week or so. My body has a memory for stimulation. It isn’t a very long memory, but I do become more tolerant and able to accept more with consistent activity. I’ve noticed that this is true of most people. Some people have very long physical memories. Mine seems to last a bit more than a week. So-called SM training is learning to accept more stimulation of various kinds. Since I’m not peak horniness right now, I’m not asking for a lot of that training. However, 2.0 doesn’t need my request or permission to do what she wants. Poor Lion.

 

I’m writing this Monday night after Lion’s festivities. I realized I won’t get a chance to write anything in the morning because I have a long meeting.

Lion had his punishment swats for dropping food. Since I bribed him to go downstairs, he only had one offense. I took it a little easier on him. I didn’t use the nastiest paddle and I didn’t hit as hard. I did four swats at a time instead of two, for a total of eight. He stayed still like a good boy. His buns weren’t quite as red but I didn’t expect them to be. He still had sexy rosy cheeks.

Then it was time for Lion fun. Unfortunately for him, I had Velcro on my mind. And on Mr. Weenie. It wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be. Yes, it hurt. Yes, those little teeth bite in. Yes, he was happy when I took it off. But it was only one piece and it wasn’t very tight.

After edging him a few times I stuffed him back in his cage. He said he was hornier than ever. Isn’t that the point? I only have a few days to drive him crazy before it’s time for his orgasm. He needs to be as horny as possible.

As Mrs. Lion wrote yesterday in her post, there was no weekend “activity” last weekend. Lioness 2.0 wrote she isn’t going to let that get by. This week there will be a substitute activity. I don’t know what it is yet (I’m writing this on Monday night), but I can be sure I will want to grumble. You may wonder why she is being so consistent about finding things for me that I will almost certainly hate. It isn’t that she doesn’t love me; far from it. The reason is very sensible.

A year ago, she might have told you that she makes me do these things, like wear a diaper for a weekend, because she knows I want to do them. I think she now knows that isn’t really the case. As Lioness 2.0 now understands, you can’t demonstrate dominance by “making” someone do what they want to do. I’m turned on by bondage. So, tying me up doesn’t demonstrate Mrs. Lion’s power. It turns me on because I like it.

Let me be clearer. It isn’t that she should never do things that I like or like to hate. It’s just that to drill her dominance into my thick head she has to make things happen I don’t want at all. I don’t like sitting in a wet diaper, or a dry one for that matter. Each squish reminds me that this isn’t for my pleasure; it’s for my education. I suppose if I were naturally submissive, none of this would be needed. I would delight in my role without the hateful activities. It’s clear I’m not submissive by nature; quite the opposite. But here I am learning to submit to Mrs. Lion.

Over the last couple of years we’ve learned a lot. One of the lessons is that I can’t be permitted to feel in control with my lioness. I may pick what’s for dinner, but it doesn’t mean she can’t veto my choice and we have something else. I may like spanking, at least in a BDSM scene, but I hate being punished with one. So, I am regularly spanked to punish me for any infraction, no matter how small. Aside from helping me learn to do better, the spanking underlines who is in charge. Not me.

I used to think that over time I would “learn” to submit and do it without thinking. I don’t think that anymore. I believe I will learn to be automatically obedient and better at following rules. But I don’t think I will learn to simply accept being submissive the way someone who is naturally that way. That means Mrs. Lion’s role as activity director will probably have to continue consistently to remind me that while I may be king of the jungle, I am Mrs. Lion’s pet.

We had a busy weekend. Each day I looked forward to not having to go out, but we had errands in addition to chores. By dinnertime I was so tired of running up and down stairs doing laundry that I bribed Lion. He’d spilled syrup on his shirt at breakfast and sauce on his shirt at dinner. I told him I’d take one of those offenses off his list if he went downstairs to put the laundry in the dryer and retrieve dishwasher detergent from the pantry. Zoom! Down the stairs he went. When he came back up he said I could have just asked him to do it and he would have. I know that, but I really didn’t want to go back down those stairs again and why not sweeten the deal for him?

For the rest of the night, aside from a few odds and ends chores that needed to be done, we just vegetated. Lion’s allergies were bothering him. With all the furniture moving and dust stirring-up, he was itchy. I was just tired and sore. I’m sure Lion would have loved to play, but I had no energy.

We got the Lion punishment bank yesterday. It’s a silly looking lion bobble head. I’m not sure if we’ll use it. I sort of like the way it is now. On punishment night, Lion has to tell me why I’m about the swat him. If there are pennies in the bank will we know what the offenses are? Would I be any more likely to add pennies than I am to tell him what to add to his list? If I tell him why I’m adding a penny, why can’t I just tell him I’m adding something to his list that he has to remember? I’m not seeing the need for the bank. Maybe I will in the future.

Lion’s next scheduled orgasm is February 1. I considered moving it to the 2nd and then giving him a Groundhog day orgasm for a few days afterward, but I didn’t. One is enough. Unless I decide it isn’t. At first, February 1st seemed very far away until I realized we’re already almost done with January. Lion can certainly wait nine days between orgasms. He can wait longer if that’s what I decide. I’ve only extended his wait time once (not due to illness or injury), but who knows what Mrs. Lion 2.0 will do.