2.0 Versus 1.0
The past few days have been a series of meetings and webinars. In the middle of my webinar this morning I was on the phone helping one person, another person came to my desk and I was emailing a third. I’m all peopled out. I mentioned to a coworker that I need to go somewhere there’s no people to decompress. Ironically, Mrs. Lion 1.0 needed “me time” but Mrs. Lion 2.0 doesn’t get any. Of course, Mrs. Lion 2.0 could demand me time, but that was part of the problem for Mrs. Lion 1.0.
When I started 2.0 I thought I’d be more or less directing traffic. Here’s when we’ll do this. Here’s when we’ll do that. I’ll go do what I want and interrupt Lion if he’s doing something he wants to do if I decide it’s time to do something else. The reality of 2.0 is that she’s more about Lion than ever. 2.0 hasn’t been able to do things 2.0 wants to do. Granted, we were busy last weekend building furniture and unpacking the TV, etc. Even Lion wasn’t able to do things he wanted to do. Unless you count the whole “we need a bigger TV” as something Lion wanted to do.
A few weeks ago I expanded my work week to five days again. I get out earlier each day but I added a few hours to the total worked. As a result I wind up getting home around the same time Lion does. I no longer have my Friday off. While I was still doing laundry and cleaning on that day, it was largely mine. I could vegetate. 2.0 still needs a break now and then. It can’t all be about Lion. As I said, 2.0 is in a position to demand me time. It’s a slippery slope. 2.0 doesn’t want it to be all about Lion, but 1.0 apparently wasn’t enough about Lion. 2.0 should be somewhat about Mrs. Lion. Maybe by 3.0 I’ll have it all figured out. Stay tuned.
[Lion — I don’t take up that much of Mrs. Lion’s time. The issue is that she wants to go downstairs to her desktop computer but feels that she is leaving me alone. She is, but if it isn’t all evening, every evening it’s fine with me. I love the idea of her telling me what to do and when to do it. I have no doubt at all she will work this out quickly.]
Yours, Mine or Ours
2.0’s post yesterday is revealing just how things are changing in the lions’ den. Lioness 2.0 is much more action focused. She’s been writing about painting my toenails. They look horrid in colors. She’s right. I hate that. She wrote about frilly panties too a few days ago. That’s something else on my “yuck list”. Sadly, for me, we do have a few pairs from one of my horny, masochistic shopping sprees last year. I should stop writing and shopping when very horny, which I am today. So I am going to try to make this post suggestion-free.
A good deal of the folklore about enforced chastity talks about ownership. You know, whose penis is it? Who owns the chastity device. Many bloggers make this point by referencing the penis as “hers”. The same is true of the chastity device. Mrs. lion refers to my penis as “your weenie”, so ownership is apparently mine. The chastity device is also assigned to me. She tells me to “Put your ring on,” and “Now I’ll put your cage on.”
Do these possessive references mean anything? Some guys think they are very important. They say that if their keyholders own their penises they are surrendering more control. I don’t understand that. The vast majority of activity my penis does is to pee. Owning the appendage that directs urine doesn’t feel like a transfer of control. Owning any opportunity for sexual pleasure does. Also, referring to it as “your weenie” sends me a strong message. So far I haven’t been required to refer to it that way. If I had to, that would be a different, more-classic, BDSM form of control; the same as painting my nails or making me wear panties or diapers. It would also feel awkward to write about “her” penis instead of “my” penis. Too confusing for good writing.
What is most important to me is that she owns my sexuality. It’s hers and hers alone. She owns if and when I get out of my cage; and when I go back in. It’s my cage in the same sense that a prisoner lives in his cell. Enforced chastity, FLR and domestic discipline are ours. We agreed to pursue them. They are mutually consensual. The fact that we do this stuff belongs to both of us. It’s clearly ours.
She, however, owns if and when I get sexual stimulation and orgasm. That’s all hers. She also owns my obedience and good behavior. She demonstrates that ownership with domestic discipline, BDSM, and withholding sexual release. In a very real sense I belong to her. I’m still an independent critter who has his own life. But at any time she wishes, she can have me do anything she wishes whether I like it or not. It may be my penis, but she owns any sensations it might get to feel. I may be independent, but if she wants me to do something, or not do something, that’s what I will honor. If she isn’t pleased with me in any way, she will punish me. I don’t like her punishments.
So, my penis and chastity device are mine. My sexual pleasure is hers. I am obedient to her and effectively belong to her. And, enforced chastity, FLR, and domestic discipline are ours. Is your situation different? I’d love to know.
Poor Lion, Indeed
Lion says he tends to be a little extreme in his emails. I do too. So when I was talking about the huge amount of tiny clothespins I could put on his balls, I was looking for a shock to his system. After all, he created 2.0. He wanted more and more things done to him. 1.0 was too busy being sore and looking for “me time”. 2.0 just powers through things. It’s only fitting that 2.0 would suggest 75 tiny clothespins. 2.0 loves the “Oh, shit!” reaction Lion has when he realizes he’s getting what he asked for. Or maybe more than he asked for. 2.0 is fond of the synergistic effect. Sometimes two plus two equals seven. Can you imagine what 7.0 will be like? Yikes! Poor Lion, indeed!
I have no intention of actually putting 75 tiny clothespins on Lion’s balls. Those suckers hurt too much. Not only would it take too long to train him to take them all, they aren’t well suited for the thicker skin of his balls. I tried once and it twisted and fell apart. I’m sure Lion was glad to be rid of that one tiny clothespin. One down, 99 to go. I think, however, it’s more likely that I will try to best my record of 35 wooden clothespins with 35 clothespins with the sandpaper treatment on them. Or maybe 35 large plastic ones. That’s doable for both of us. Well, more doable for me except I don’t think we have 35 plastic ones and I’ll have to make more with the sandpaper stuff. I’m sure I can buy more plastic ones if we don’t and I can certainly make more sandpaper ones. Or, maybe I should have Lion make them. They aren’t for me, after all. [Lion — I made the ones we have now. We have the supplies to make more. They hurt much more than plain, wooden clothespins.]
2.0 has also been thinking about other shades of nail polish to beautify Lion’s toes. So far he only has a lovely shade of pink and a not-so-lovely sparkly purple. I like the idea of sparkle. I’ll just need to find a color that works well. Maybe something to match his car. Maybe a color he’s not fond of. Not that he likes pink or purple, which is why I got them to begin with. Perhaps a rainbow of colors so I can do each nail in a different color. The possibilities are endless. (I’m sure I just heard a grumble from the Lion peanut gallery.)
Yes, Lion is in for some adventures. Mrs. Lion 2.0 is only getting started.
2.0 Is A Bitch
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.
