New Features Announced For Lioness 2.0
Mrs. Lion has turned a corner. She correctly observes that she is prepared to give me what I asked for all along. She wonders how I will like it when I get it. I wonder as well. Of course, the world is waiting to learn exactly what this latest version of the lioness includes. A few features have been revealed. For one, she is much less interested in how I feel about wanting sex. Her post yesterday discussed that she wasn’t even tempted to get me off even I told her I was very horny. It should be noted that I didn’t ask to be unlocked, but she told me that she knew I wanted stimulation.
A second, more frightening feature was hinted at last weekend. She had me in the sling and put a long piece of peeled ginger root up my ass. It truly burned. I let her know. She was unmoved and left it in until I told her the effect had worn off. She then used some menthol rub (like Ben Gay) on a couple of spots on my balls. That burns a lot! Again she was unmoved and kept me restrained until after it peaked. It’s clear that when she administers painful stimulus, she means business. I know that both “treatments” were rather mild. The rub was old and not put on liberally at all. The ginger burns, but to date hasn’t been horrible. Lioness 2.0 let me know she was only previewing the true depth of that feature.
In her release announcement, she told us that she was no longer taking direction or requests from me. She said the new lioness would listen, but was not inclined to follow up on what I want until she had time to consider it and then give it her own twist. I had often said that forcing someone to do what they want done isn’t control; it’s service. Lioness 1.0 was very service oriented. Lioness 2.0 isn’t.
Apparently, lioness 2.0 is more interested in her own orgasms. I’m happy with that new feature. I wonder if a reduction in my number of orgasms is part of this new sexual look and feel. She kept me in my cage when I gave her an orgasm the other day. She later mentioned that she hadn’t planned on unlocking me at all that day. She did, however, and edged me more than a few times. It’s clear that lioness 2.0 doesn’t feel that I need to be out of my cage just because I provide her with orgasms.
She revealed one last feature so far: She has added the shock collar back into our lives. I wore it all day on Sunday. Yesterday, we made a trip to Ikea. Before she left for work in the morning, she told me to have the shock collar on (around my balls) and to be sure to remind her to take the remote control. Seems like this device will get a lot more use. It does make it much easier for Mrs. Lion to correct me on the spot and saves the trouble of remembering and offense for the next punishment day. It’s too soon to tell, but I think it will keep me much more attentive.
We can expect more information about the latest lioness release in the next days and weeks. Lioness 2.0 prefers demonstrating new features rather than announcing them. Poor lion.
Mrs. Lion 2.0
Last night was not Lion’s night. He didn’t get in trouble or anything. He just didn’t get played with or edged. Unless you count snuggling with me getting ever so close to the cage without unlocking it. I played with his balls. I played with his boobies (and oh does he hate that I call them his boobies) but I didn’t unlock him. He was very horny and why didn’t I just unlock him already and give him the orgasm he wanted! Because I’m mean. Mrs. Lion 2.0 is mean. Mrs. Lion 2.0 doesn’t care what Lion wants. Except that Mrs. Lion 2.0 is giving Lion exactly what he wants. And he’s not at all sure how he feels about that.
Obviously, he’s glad I’m finally taking charge. But what will I do next? He has no idea. That has to be scary for him. He knows I would never hurt him, at least not more than he wants to be hurt. But I will hurt him more than he wants to be hurt at that particular moment in time. The menthol rub I used on him over the weekend was long expired. It still had some kick left in it, but I need to replenish my supply. Maybe I’ll find some extra strength stuff. He won’t like that idea, but he will love it. I’m sure there are a lot of contradictions running through his mind, along with the recurring thought of “Oh, shit. What have I done?”
Yes, my pet, you may have created a monster. Frankenlioness. It’s alive!
Time Changes My Perspective
Monday night, Mrs. Lion gave me a rain check and allowed me to give her an orgasm. It was great. I love giving her pleasure. I know she had fun and I hope we can repeat this again soon. Now that I am aware of it, I like the idea of discovering when she wants an orgasm by reading her calendar. Just as my calendar shows my next date, hers is now active too. It was reading “00” for a long time. I’ve been putting my own date up on the calendar after Mrs. Lion tells me. That’s why I haven’t been looking. If she is going to take over that effort, it could get interesting, especially if she not only lists her own next date, but changes mine without warning. I may come out of the shower and learn I have to wait an extra day or more. If I don’t look, on the day I thought I was going to come, I would be surprised when nothing happens.
As I am often told, I tend to make trends out of events. I like to take things that happen as signs of the future. Frequently my comments are misunderstood. For example, after Mrs. Lion performed her post-orgasm penis massage, I commented to her that I might dread orgasms. She responded in her post that I thought her painful play would follow every orgasm. Nope, that’s not what I meant at all. In my mind, at least, I was thinking that if she did this a fairly large percentage of the time, I would have two things to think about each time she played with me: Would she let me come? And now, would she provide the post-orgasm stimulation I hate. It makes things more interesting.
I’m not entirely sure how I am expected to react when Mrs. Lion starts a new, stricter way of dealing with me. In her post on Monday, Mrs. Lion mentioned my shock at the change. There was a comment supporting the change and accusing me of freaking out about it. For the record, I am not freaking out. Part of me is very happy that Mrs. Lion has decided to make the changes I have long requested. Another part of me is realizing that the new stuff hurts. And yes, it’s supposed to hurt; a lot. Am I glad things have gotten tougher? Absolutely! Will I say that just after a very painful activity? No. Part of the fun, at least for me, is to be able to hate what’s happening and to realize it proves I don’t have control.
Yes, I want Mrs. Lion to continue and expand her new found strictness. I really like that little smile she had when she was painfully rubbing my penis head after my orgasm. I hated the menthol on my balls, but loved that she just stood there and watched me suffer. I even liked it when she put those painful, tiny, dollhouse clothespins on the head of my penis and refused to remove them.
Just don’t ask me if I like it until the day after she does that stuff. Give me a little time to be a “poor lion”.
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.
