Of Lion Bondage
The weekend is here. With any luck, on Sunday between loads of laundry, Mrs. Lion will strap me into the sling and we will play. It’s been a week since the new, big dildo has visited. I know it is sitting on the table at the foot of the sling waiting for its chance. She’s got other options, of course. All will cause some level of discomfort. And, with any luck, she’ll play with my penis too.
I’ll probably be ready. I will have had three days to ripen since my last orgasm. The sling is perfect for anal play. I’m helpless, practically unable to move. I love the way that feels. I’ve had a lifelong love affair with bondage. My childhood dreams were peppered with images of me tied up; to trees, the bed, to a chair.
None of that actually happened until well into adulthood. When it finally happened, I loved it. There I was, naked on my stomach, tied spread eagle to the bed. A spanking followed. I had no idea it hurt so much! but after a few minutes, the pain was replaced by the desire for more. Then I rolled over, got re-tied and was masturbated to orgasm. Of course, I advised advice and comments along the way. All were ignored. I was glad.
So, it’s no surprise that I love the sling. I’m not always crazy about what happens once the restraints are tightened. But that’s the ostensible reason I’m restrained. It provides physical agreement to whatever Mrs. Lion decides to do to me.
One thing we haven’t tried on the sling is the blindfold. It’s true that my position in the sling gives me a seriously limited field of vision. My body blocks seeing what happens between my legs. But still, the blindfold is controlling one more input. Everything she does becomes a surprise. All I can do is feel. That’s a little scary and very exciting.
Movie Time
I don’t think we’ve really played since Sunday when Lion got his orgasm in the sling. He wasn’t in the mood for a few days and then we were tired or achy. Last night he reminded me it had been four days since his orgasm. He wasn’t asking for anything. I think he was really just reminding himself. I wasn’t in any hurry to give him another one but I didn’t have any date in mind either.
If Lion took a boner pill he didn’t mention it. [Lion – I did.] It took the usual amount of time to get him hard. Boner pills don’t change that. But once he was hard he seemed to be very hard. He said he thought he was last weekend but I hadn’t noticed. Maybe it’s mind over matter.
At any rate, I got him close – very close – a few times. Then I started the slow pace that usually accompanies his bucking. I only noticed minute movement from him but I decided to let him have his orgasm. I basically rewarded him for being super hard. And what did I get in return? Not a lot of cum. Oh well. Maybe next time.
Tomorrow we’re going to see Star Wars. I’m prepared to have no idea what’s going on since I haven’t seen the previous five movies. I’m not sure I paid too much attention to the three that I did see. I’m just assuming it will take up a chunk of our Saturday and errands will take up the rest. I doubt Lion will be horny that soon so we probably won’t play. We can still snuggle. And then maybe Sunday he’ll be looking for sling time again.
Other than that it will be a normal weekend in the Lions’ den.
Serial Punishments
Mrs. Lion is truly taking charge on an organic level. I know, she won’t agree. She will say she does it because it’s what I want. Motive notwithstanding, she is exercising more and more control. Exhibit one is her post from yesterday. This is her first warning in advance about my behavior when we attend a public event. I will do my best to be on my best behavior. If I’m not, a paddle will greet me when we get home.
I can’t help but wonder that if I make one punishable comment, if I don’t have license to make more throughout the trip. My spankings are of no predetermined length or intensity. So far, there have been no pronouncements about multiple infractions before I am punished. Is making two snarky comments worse than making one? Even if Mrs. Lion says it will be worse for me, there is no way I can really know. There is no standard against which I can understand what “worse” means.
This isn’t something we’ve had to address before. There haven’t been any opportunities for serial offenses until now. At least, not such an obvious one. I don’t necessarily believe that we need some sort of punishment system that can handle situations like the one that could come up this weekend.
Mrs. Lion has avoided any discipline system. I get beaten until she decides I’ve had enough. That makes good sense. I get hundreds of swats, soft and hard before she finishes. It doesn’t support the ability to punish me for more than one offense in a single discipline session.
It could mean that multiple offenses require multiple punishment sessions; perhaps one a day until all offenses have been punished. That would be an effective deterrent for me. My point is that currently there is nothing concrete about retribution for serial offenses.
I only thought about this because going to the Star Wars movie provides such a tempting opportunity for comments whispered to Mrs. Lion. It’s not that I’m intolerant. I’m not. But some things are just funny to me. The same things are funny to others as well. The “Big Bang Theory” is one of the most popular comedies on TV because it pokes fun at exactly the same thing that make me laugh.
From the beginning of our disciplinary relationship, I’ve suggested adding some sort of system to punishment. I think Mrs. Lion and I are very different in how we approach things. I tend to be more interested in defining things. She, on the other hand, prefers to take things as they come up. There are pluses and minuses to both concepts.
Of course, only one of us gets a vote: Mrs. Lion.
Wookies on Parade
We got tickets to see the new Star Wars movie. Lion has only seen the first Star Wars movie and I’ve seen the first three. We’re not really Star Wars fans but we have tickets.
I warned Lion that there will probably be people dressed as the characters. People get very excited about these films. He was surprised. Why would people do that? I told him to think “The Big Bang Theory.” Star Wars isn’t just for nerds. At the very least, people will have Star Wars shirts on and maybe even light sabers.
When I warned him about people in character I was trying to head off his comments. He likes to remark how ridiculous people look. Seeing Han Solo walk past would certainly elicit a comment. And it would probably receive a comment in return. When Lion says people are weird I remind him that we do some weird stuff too so we’re in no position to judge.
This morning I suggested that Lion might not get his optimal seating since the theater will probably be packed. He agreed with me. Then I told him just to be sure he’s on his best behavior, I want him to wear panties to the movies. I also said I’d be watching for opportunities to correct his behavior afterward. And just think, he’ll be wearing something the Han Solos in the crowd would think is weird!
My reasoning for his wearing panties was that the training collar would pinch him and be less comfortable. He wasn’t sure it would be. If I had to zap him it would. And I’m fairly certain he’d say something that required a zap or two. Sometimes he can’t help himself. Not a problem. That’s what I’m here for.
