2.0 is Happy
A number of years ago, Lion decided he wanted an iPad. He shopped around and got one. Several months later he got one for me. As you know, I’m addicted to it. He always felt bad that he got his before I got mine. Since both of them are older, they have gotten agonizingly slow. Lion replaced mine for Christmas. He’s not as addicted to his as I am, so he didn’t see a need to upgrade. Now it’s my turn to feel bad that he (the techie) is stuck with the slow technology. No more.
I just got my profit sharing check from the end of last year. I was debating what to do with it and decided Lion’s iPad troubles were over. I knew he wouldn’t want me to spend my bonus on him so I was going to have him in the shock collar when we went to Costco to get it. If he argued with me I could zap him. End of argument. I had looked online to get the best price and thought Costco was it. For whatever reason I checked again and found it cheaper online. Not only did I save on the price, but I also had no tax or shipping. Win-win. Except I didn’t get to zap Lion in the middle of Costco. (He is correct in saying I don’t need a reason to zap him in the middle of Costco.)
Lion has a problem with keeping his mouth shut as far as suggestions are concerned; I have a problem keeping presents a secret. So I told him I ordered it. As predicted, he said I shouldn’t spend the money on him. There’s that “should”n’t again. I let that one go. Now he feels bad that I used my money on him. He wanted me to use it on something that would make me happy. I did. I used it to make him happy and that makes me happy. While waiting for it to arrive in the mail is not as exciting as handing it to him in the store (and potentially zapping him), I’m glad he’ll have the newer, faster iPad. And I’m no longer keeping the secret I’ve had for a week. [Lion -I’m very grateful that I will have a new iPad, but I do feel badly that Mrs. Lion spent her money on me.]
Maybe I’m getting the hang of this female led relationship thing. I made a decision I knew Lion wouldn’t like and I was prepared to zap him if he argued. True, it didn’t have anything to do with the menthol rub and nail polish taunting him from the bathroom counter, but I haven’t left them out of the weekend’s activities. They just didn’t factor into the Friday night portion. There are two more days left. *evil grin*
Adapting
As Lioness 2.0 is finding her way, echos of past activities and ideas are returning to life. For example, years ago when I was exploring the bottom role, I suggested that I wear a collar. In BDSM the collar is worn as a symbol of ownership. It is also humiliating in the similarity to something pets wear. I wore one for some time. It wasn’t full time, but it was enough so that one of the collars shows significant wear.
When I asked for more training/humiliation, 2.0’s response was to tell me to wear a dog collar full time, except when I am in public. I hadn’t even considered that she would make me do that. So, for the last few days I am naked and collared at home. The collar isn’t entirely comfortable. I am aware of it constantly. I was unable to sleep in the new “Lion” (embroidered) collar. For sleep, I have reverted to my old, red collar that is bigger and more comfortable.
Getting used to wearing a collar all the time is more difficult for me than getting used to the chastity device. I am generally unaware that I am caged. The Jail Bird fits perfectly and almost never announces its presence. The collars, on the other hand, constantly let me know they are there. I expect that in a week or so I will have grown used to wearing one. Mrs. Lion has let me know that the collar isn’t going away any time soon. I don’t think I look good in either collar. I asked her how she liked it and she answered that she likes the way it looks on me. Things like this that are consistently required have a very positive effect on me. If 2.0 starts teaching me doggy tricks, I expect that the effect will be similarly arousing.
There is physical evidence that 2.0 is having a strong effect on me. Last night when she unlocked me for some edging, there were deep grill marks on the head of my penis. The only way I get these marks is by trying to have an erection inside my cage. The pressure of the blood flowing into my penis forces the head against the front of the cage and forms those deep marks. The marks fade if I am wild for an hour or two and there is no sign of any damage. In fact, I think the marks prove the cage is correctly sized. The head is always touching the bars and naturally, additional pressure would leave marks.
Mrs. Lion is silent about her plans for me. I read about them the same time you do here in the blog. I like it this way, I think. She never fails to surprise me. Yes, she usually does something I suggested but never does it the way I imagined. Please note that there are no suggestions here today.
Thursday night was our scheduled punishment time. We have two a week: Monday and Thursday. I was spanked for emailing Mrs. Lion that she “should” do something. She hates that and reminds me with her paddle. This time the reminder was fairly mild. I’m glad she was in a good mood. I am pretty sure that mood won’t last. I think she has some play plans for this weekend. Stay tuned.
The Suggestophile
Lion strayed into dangerous waters yesterday. He just can’t seem to stop himself. We were emailing back and forth like we always do when we got to this interchange:
[Lion] You should put something in today’s post about what you just wrote.
[2.0] I’m sure I read that wrong because when I read it the first time it looked like it said I “should” do something, but that can’t be right. Can it?
[Lion:] Ooops. No, I meant you might want to consider.
Then we went on with our work and occasional emails. I was in the middle of deciding whether I should give him swats for it when this happened:
[Lion] I did say “should” earlier. Is that on my list for tonight?
[2.0] Yup. I was trying to decide if I should let it go, but I “should” not.
[Lion] 2.0 would never let it go.
[2.0] Are you trying for more swats?
[Lion] Not me 🙂
Uh huh. It sure sounded like it to me. Part of me wonders if he’s trying to push the boundaries to see what he can get away with, but I actually think he can’t help himself. He’s a suggestophile. He loves making suggestions. And telling me what I should do. 1.0 would just take his suggestions and consider them. 2.0 may take the suggestion but she’s going to let him know that “should” will not be tolerated.
Lion did remark that last night’s swats weren’t very hard. True. They were not the worst swats, but why did he yell before I hit him? I gave him four somewhat hard swats, took a break, and before the fifth swat hit he yelled into the pillow in anticipation. It was funny because it was like watching a movie when the picture doesn’t match the soundtrack. Scream. Swat. Weird. He said he didn’t do that. Don’t argue with 2.0. He did it.
Last night I also decided that Lion’s future scheduled dates, rather than being the actual date he will have an orgasm, will be the earliest date he will have an orgasm. Maybe he’ll wait another day. Maybe two. Who knows? It’s up to 2.0’s whim. His upcoming date is safe though. It’s Valentine’s day. Of course he’ll get one then.
Lion’s weekend will be full of challenges if things go according to plan. There’s the new jar of menthol rub we need to test out. There’s a new bottle of green sparkly nail polish that hasn’t been opened yet. We had a comment about the shock collar the other day. Where has it gone? Why don’t we use it? I think it will come in handy this weekend. 2.0 has a specific time in mind that the shock collar could be very useful. And don’t forget about diapers. Oh yes. Lion will have an interesting weekend.
A New Level Of Arousal
I admit it. I’m confused. Here I am, the big, bad, former dominant (dormant dominant?) finding myself massively turned on by obviously subby things. It isn’t that the stuff 2.0 is doing to me is new. We’ve played at some point with most of them. It’s that the feeling is different. Maybe we need some background to make this a bit less murky.
In an email yesterday: “By the way, 2.0 doesn’t care if you don’t like the pain while she’s doing it.”
I’ve always been turned on by bondage (mine and others) and by physical control (ditto). My first BDSM experiences were as a bottom. That didn’t go very well. It was upsetting me on some very deep levels. I then spent the next couple of decades as a dominant. That did go well. I was successful and had a lot of fun. Then things changed.
I met Mrs. Lion at the same time I was feeling a strong urge to bottom. To be more specific, I wanted sensation play: spanking, CBT, etc. We played for a while and then stopped. Then a bit over two years ago, we resumed. These adventures are fully documented in this blog. What’s new now is Lioness 2.0.
Over the last two-plus years of enforced chastity, the amount of sensation play as well as the more serious FLR and domestic discipline has gradually increased. A couple of weeks ago, Mrs. Lion announced Lioness 2.0. This update dramatically increased her dominance and the level of sensation play she does.
Gone are the days she only did things to me as long as I appeared to be enjoying them them. Spankings are classically severe and continue until she feels she has made her point. My cries and complaints fall on deaf ears. Yes, I know, it’s what I wanted all along. The same is true of BDSM play. That menthol rub is applied to my balls without regard for my reaction. Actually, it is my reaction that spurs her on. She saw the pain on my face, so she added more. Later, she enjoyed the bright red stripe along the seam of my scrotum that her experiment caused.
Most recently, I have been required to wear a dog collar complete with tag at all times except in public. After a couple of nights trying to sleep in it it, I am finally able to leave it on through the night. In the past when we used the collar, I did wear it for a while. She would let me take it off when I was a bit uncomfortable. 2.0 will have none of that. It remains on. Period.
The only rule that leaves me any latitude is the nudity-at-home rule. I am allowed to wear a t-shirt if I feel cold. Otherwise, choice has been taken away. I was unsure how I would react to a regime which disregards my preferences. I think Mrs. Lion was too. The fact is that since 2.0 arrived, my horniness has increased dramatically. Hoo boy!
I still feel nervous about where things are going. 2.0 isn’t plunging in full speed. I’m the one who does that. But she is steadily shortening my leash. She’s decided to take me up on suggestions I’ve made that she previously considered foolish because they would hurt or restrict me more than she thought I would like. She likes to say, “You want this.” Well, yes. But this much? This hard? This inconvenient?
Her answer is a resounding yes. She’s right. It is what I want. 2.0 is as puzzled as ever at why I would want this stuff. But the new lioness apparently decided she doesn’t need to know why. She’ll just be a good partner and give me what I want as well as what she decides I want or need; of course without consulting me. Apparently I truly do want all this. I haven’t felt this horny in ages.
