wartenberg wheel
Mrs. Lion experimented with her new wartenberg wheel.

Yesterday was Valentine’s day. It was also my scheduled orgasm day. Mrs. Lion planned it that way. I was treated to a visit to our dungeon and was strapped into the sling. We then had a pegging and Flexall on the balls program. Mrs. Lion also tried out her new wartenberg wheel. She used it on my most sensitive areas. Ouch!

She started out with a modest amount of Flexall applied to my anus and perineum. That wasn’t too bad at all. Then she applied more to my balls as well. I was surprised that it still wasn’t very intense. Lioness 2.0 noted this and made a most liberal application of the painful liquid. When she saw that I was still not sufficiently hurting, she massaged the oil deeply into my scrotum. That really got my attention. My balls were on fire.

That was the effect she wanted. All the time she was masturbating and sucking me. She kept stopping before I could come. She noticed the way I was reacting. She told me that she wanted me to enjoy my orgasm, so she would wait until I stopped burning. Then she released me and told me to go wash it off. After I took a shower and was no longer in pain, she gave me a great oral orgasm. Whew! She asked me if it was worth the pain. Without pause, I said “Yes!”

Later, much later after I returned to earth, I asked Mrs. Lion when I would again be eligible to come again. She looked in her calendar and told me it could be February 20. This date is only six days away, but under 2.0’s new policy, it isn’t necessarily the date I will actually be given an orgasm. It’s only the first day I could be given one. This new policy was created in response to some suggestions I had made.

For over a year, Mrs. Lion gave me orgasms when she wanted; or at least she did it without me ever knowing when I might come. I mentioned that it might be more exciting for me if I knew when I would get my chance. My suggestion was that if she announced my orgasm date, then if I were naughty, she could change it as a punishment. That never happened. I missed the excitement of wondering if this time she edged me I would get to come.

Being the brilliant lioness she is, 2.0 decided she could give me both the ability to see a date in the future that might change as well as making me wonder if this time she masturbated me, she would actually push me over the edge. Her plan is diabolical. Now, she announces a date. That date isn’t necessarily when I will get to come. It is the first date I could get to come. So, there is no hope of an orgasm before February 20. On or after that date I could be given one in my lioness decides she wants me to come. So, between now and that date I know I won’t come. But on the 20th, I will have to wonder if this time she plays with me she will let me ejaculate. So, after the 20th I’m playing orgasm roulette.

Mrs. Lion, or as she calls herself, Lioness 2.0, has made amazing changes to better support me and our enforced chastity / FLR relationship. For two years she worked hard to make me happy by providing me with the discipline and enforced waits she thought I wanted. She did a remarkable job and our intimacy grew along with her control.

Barely into our third year of all this, she announced that there was a new lioness in town: 2.0. She decided that some changes needed to be made. As far as I can tell, her epiphany was that to make me happy, she needed to do things that make me unhappy at the time. She also realized that action that doesn’t quite work is preferable to inaction. She announced that she was taking me at my word and would henceforth provide what I have been saying and writing what I want.

If you’ve been following us for a while, you know that I’ve made numerous suggestions on how Mrs. Lion could reinforce her control. I’ve also encouraged her to be stricter and not so concerned with my feelings when she was doing things to me. In essence, I was asking her to push my comfort zone and take control physically the way she thought she should and stop worrying about my reactions to what was happening. I’ve also been encouraging her to be stricter enforcing her wishes and to take more control in our daily lives.

Lioness 2.0 does just that. Our sensation play has become less about me having fun at the time and more about doing what she wants. A perfect example is her use of menthol rub on my nether regions. Last weekend she seemed to enjoy watching my reaction as the rub took effect. As she wrote earlier this week, she still felt concern that she could go too far and used the fact I was remaining hard (while she stimulated me) as an indicator that no limit has been reached. We’ve discussed that and she understands that my erection and her stimulation actually reduces the pain and that instead of using it as an index of my reaction, she will use it as a way to increase or reduce the pain at will.

On Monday I sent an email suggesting we play spanking games; trivia where if I miss a question, I get swats. 2.0 took that idea and ran. Instead, she decided we would play along with Jeopardy and if I missed a question, a clothespin would go on my balls. We played Monday night and I ended up with 27 clothespins by the end of the  show. It hurt like hell when she removed them. She cheerfully informed me that she wasn’t taking it easy removing them. I could tell. Each one coming off made me grunt. Way to go 2.0!

I’m getting more used to wearing a collar and sleeping is no longer a problem. Mrs. Lion said she likes seeing me in it. I believe her. I don’t understand why, but she does. This is all so different from Lioness 1.0 that sometimes I wonder if my lioness was abducted by aliens and a new, much tougher lioness substituted. I am not a bit sorry that I made suggestions that are turning quite painful in reality. This is what I really want and thanks once more to my wonderful lioness, I’m getting them.


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.

Lion mentioned yesterday was hump day. I told him he’d get a chance to hump last night. When I unlocked him I grabbed my bag of tricks with the clothespins, Velcro and rope in it. He made a face. He made a worse face when I pulled out the Velcro. He said I didn’t have to do that. But I do. I told him he asked for it. He said he didn’t. But he did.

I reminded him he’s asked for everything I do to him. He created Mrs. Lion 2.0. She’s only doing what he wants. Maybe she goes a little above and beyond sometimes, but essentially it’s what he wants even when he doesn’t want it. I asked if there was really any difference between the nasty clothespins and the Velcro because I could easily take the Velcro off and put on a bunch of nasty clothespins. Yes, the Velcro was my idea, but other things are just as painful. He agreed that there was no real difference.

I didn’t leave the Velcro on long but I did make it as uncomfortable as possible. I kept stretching Mr. Weenie so the tiny hooks would dig in a lot. I didn’t stop when Lion winced. If anything, I did it more. 2.0 is unswayed by his pain. [Lion — She sees pain and she definitely increases it.]  Of course, she still makes sure he isn’t in any real pain, but pain within reason is fine with her. And the silly Lion loves every minute of it. Well, maybe not every minute. He likes the thought of it and enjoys the afterglow. During, however, he wishes 2.0 was in another state. But 2.0 isn’t going anywhere. Unless she morphs into 3.0 in the future.

The Velcro left a red ring around Mr. Weenie and it was sensitive when I edged him. Eventually Lion didn’t care about the soreness. He was humping away with my hand. I made him even hornier and reminded him he still has eleven days to wait (now ten) before he gets lucky again. And when I was done I told him to put his ring on almost immediately. For whatever reason, he likes to be caged rather than being wild. It’s another one of those concepts I don’t understand. I’d think he’d enjoy being wild for a little bit after play. Oh well. Don’t think; just be 2.0.