Have I Been Nice For Too Long?
I decided to be nice to Lion last night and allow him to give me the orgasm he missed on Sunday night. He wanted to know if he could do it again soon. Greedy boy. I told him he could. I don’t know when. He’ll just have to keep an eye on that calendar. Afterwards I unlocked him and worked on his horniness level. As promised, I made it worse. He still has a few days to go before it gets any better. I considered having my orgasm be the only play of the night, but I had promised him I’d give Mr. Weenie a workout since he didn’t get one Sunday. I’m trying to keep my promises.
Lion asked if I like my new found strictness. When I said I guess I do, he told me I am the most indecisive person he knows. True. I’m just not sure how long I can keep it up. It takes a lot to get me to a point that I will take action. You’d think that once I reached that point I could maintain it. Not so. Think about losing weight. You battle for a long time to get those twenty pounds off, but now you have to maintain it. Any little slip will allow it to creep back on. Do you really want to be on high alert all the time? I don’t. So, like most things, I’ll take it as it comes and try to rule with an iron fist as often as possible.
I was thinking on the way to work this morning that maybe we should play when I decide we should play. By that I mean, if I think we should play before dinner then it shouldn’t matter if he’s hungry. And when he’s hungry he tends to whine. So if I get home and decide it’s time to play, we should do it. If he’s in the middle of something and I decide to play, we’ll play. Lion has no say in the matter anymore. I’ve been too nice for too long.
This is not to say that I won’t take Lion’s suggestions into account. I will always listen to what he wants. I may not always act on them, but he usually gives me good ideas. I’d be crazy not to take some of them. Of course, I’ll put my own spin on them. It wouldn’t be any good if he knew exactly what I have in store for him.
Morning After
This past weekend some major changes took place in our FLR/enforced-chastity activities. Mrs. Lion firmly took the reins and did things she knew I would hate. As you know, it isn’t really exerting control when you “force” someone to do what they want to do. It’s fun, but it isn’t exactly dominance. This past weekend, that worm turned. My lioness did things to me that she knew I would not be thrilled experiencing. She massaged the head of my penis just after I ejaculated and wouldn’t stop no matter how much I complained. She continued until the sensitivity wore off. That was very hard to take. She followed up the next day with figging (ginger root peeled and inserted up my ass). I don’t hate that, but the heat was very intense. That was followed with a product like BenGay dabbed on my balls. I did hate that a lot.
She did other things too. The theme was that Lion is no longer being indulged. My enforced chastity and FLR are now firmly controlled by Mrs. Lion. When I asked her what’s going on, her answer was,
“This is what you want.”
Activities and changes that I truly hate are not best considered close to the time they occurred. It took me until Monday morning to realize that this is, indeed, what I asked for. It took a little longer to realize that not only is this what I asked her to do, it’s what I want and need. The more I dislike the “medicine” she makes me take, the longer it will take me to appreciate what she did and why. On Sunday I was very unhappy about what happened. I was grateful she only dabbed the menthol rub on my balls. I am very sure next time there will be much more coverage. She may even do the cruelest area of all: the perineum. That is way more sensitive than the scrotum.
Most impressive to me was the fact that when she started doing something (rubbing the head of my penis, or using the menthol rub on my balls) she went all the way. She kept me in the sling the entire time the burning continued. In the past she would let me out to wash it off. Not this time. The ginger stayed up my ass until it wore off. This is new behavior. Now that some time has passed, I appreciate it. On Sunday it made me growl and whine.
The sense of losing control is vastly heightened when I realize that not only is something I hate happening, but that it will continue to happen and I can’t stop it. That’s what it was like last weekend. I hadn’t considered how profound that experience would be. Now that the pain is in the distance, I can appreciate the benefits of Mrs. Lion’s actions.
There are a couple of observations I would make. The first is that only one source of pain can be felt at a time. So, providing more than one sensation at a time is not necessarily more intense than one. Letting one finish and starting the next is most productive. The second point surprised me a little. During the figging Mrs. Lion masturbated me. She did the same during the Ben Gay on my balls. I didn’t respond too well to the sexual stimulation. We concluded that it was because I wasn’t horny. I think that it was really because I couldn’t process the pleasurable sensation when I was getting such intense pain elsewhere. I kept thinking that I wanted the burning to stop and not that I liked her stimulating me. I also didn’t want her to think I liked it. After a few minutes once the pain subsided, sexual stimulation would have worked very well.
I was also thinking a bit about spanking too. I haven’t been doing too well with that. Given Mrs. Lion’s new approach to control, I hesitate to make a suggestion, but I will anyway. If she were to give her swats in groups of, say six to start, then wait a bit and do six more, it would give me a chance to regain composure. If she does that, she might consider making the minimum more swats to compensate for the “favor”. Over time she could increase each group to more swats until I am able to take a non-stop spanking. Just an idea, sweet lioness.
A Test
Lion wonders why there’s a new sheriff in town. What happened to his old Mrs. Lion? What changed? He likes it but he’s a little leery. This is what he’s wanted all along but now that he’s got it he’s not so sure.
I don’t really have an answer for him. Did something just click? Did I suddenly decide that feeling like I was always disappointing him finally make me throw caution to the wind? Did I get tired of doing things his way? Or am I technically still doing things his way (female led relationship was his idea) but in my own way? I don’t know. And I’m not sure how long it will last. I guess we’ll ride the wave while we can.
After we played yesterday, I left Lion wild for a few hours. He wanted to know why. I told him because I felt like it. If I need a reason for doing everything, it’s going to be hard on a Lion butt. Why ask why? Just enjoy it while it lasts. He also commented that he hopes he gets an orgasm he can enjoy at some point. Jeez! I give him an orgasm he shouldn’t even have had, wreck it for him by continuing to stroke him afterwards, and suddenly he’ll never have another good orgasm again. [Lion — Ok, I worry too much] Melodramatic much? And, as we were falling asleep, he said he was horny. Awwww, poor Lion. I told him I couldn’t do anything about it until today. Of course today all I can do is make it worse. Oh well. Such is the life of a caged Lion.
Yesterday evening, while Lion was in the shower, I decided to test his powers of observation. He failed. I considered telling him I was testing him, but then I figured he’d look closely at everything and discover my change. It’s much better if he has to do it by himself. As you can see from the picture, his orgasm date is January 23. I changed mine to January 17. Yesterday. Oops. Lion missed that. [Lion — It’s been “00” for months. I stopped looking. That won’t happen again] Can he have a do-over? Does he have to wait until the date magically changes again? I don’t know. I haven’t decided. I do think it’s an indication that he has to be more aware of his surroundings. You just never know when things are going to change around the Lions’ den. And next time there may be a punishment attached to missing it.
Yup, the wind has definitely changed. Is that good news or bad news for Lion? Yes.
Wind’s In The East
” Winds in the east, mist coming in.
Like somethin’ is brewin’ and bout to begin.
Can’t put me finger on what lies in store,
But I fear what’s to happen all happened before. ”
(Bert, “Mary Poppins” Chim, Chim Chiree)
Like Bert sang, somethin’ is brewin here and has already begun. Without warning (The wind is that way, ya know) Mrs. Lion is on a new tack. Saturday night I was unlocked and Mrs. Lion edged me a couple of times. Then, instead of stopping, her hand kept moving through a full orgasm. She didn’t stop. She kept going and going, making sure the head of my penis was rubbed roughly. That hurt! When I mentioned that, she told me she knew and that’s why she was doing it. I needlessly told her that I hate it. She just smiled.
This isn’t a bit like her. Up until then she worked very hard to make sure I had fun; not Saturday night and not again yesterday. She told me when we were going shopping and also told me that from now on she would decide when and what we do. OK, fair enough. After we watched the Seahawks lose, she told me to go down to the dungeon. Once there, she strapped me into the sling. I was hard nearly immediately. She played with me a bit and then inserted a long piece of ginger up my ass. After a few seconds it began to burn. It kept getting worse for some time. This was the most powerful ginger I ever experienced. Yes, I do enjoy that sort of play. What followed though, wasn’t the sort I like one bit. She got out some menthol liniment, a stronger version of Ben Gay, and dabbed some on my balls. I hate that! Yes, she took it easy on me and only dabbed some on a couple of spots. I hated every second of what followed.
Granted, this isn’t extreme play, but it isn’t what I would ask her to do. I hate the post-orgasm massage. Most men do, I think. I hate menthol burning my balls. She knows I do. Of course, I was securely restrained and had no vote in any of this. She’s also given me less time out of my cage after edging. Yes, the wind has definitely shifted.
While I would like to know why, I truly don’t need to know, and probably shouldn’t. My immediate reaction is surprise and a little worry. Yes, it’s what I asked for, but menthol on my balls? The top in me is nodding approvingly. This difficult-to-tame lion is learning he isn’t in control. Mrs. Lion deserves congratulations for her latest changes. Forgive me if it worries me a bit.
