Painful Fun

Mrs. Lion likes to shake her head at my desire to play painful games. Despite having a very sore butt by the end of the game, I loved our Super Bowl spanking game. Mrs. Lion’s Box O’Fun offers many painful activities for me to blindly pick. I hate some of the things Mrs. Lion is directed to do — menthol on my balls, for example — but I love that we play this uncomfortable game.

Mrs. Lion tends to favor CBT. A majority of the Box O’Fun activities involve cock and balls. I’m not complaining. It’s fun. I hope she can find her blindfold. I really love when I can’t see what’s coming.

Sexually, it seems to take me longer to get to the point that I can be edged easily. I’m not entirely sure this is organic. Work has been very difficult and perhaps my concern about being successful is affecting my sexual responsiveness. I’m sure that I will return to my former horniness in the near future. I’m very grateful that Mrs. Lion is willing to be patient with me.

It seems that along with her acceptance of the chastity device as a key tool to owning my penis, she has a renewed willingness to do BDSM play. I think it is because of her desire to make me happy. I’m hoping she is also having fun. Objectively, it is funny to see me select my own painful torture. I hope it amuses Mrs. Lion. The humiliation of her amusement at my obviously silly choice is very exciting to me.

The cards in the Box O’Fun represent a catalog of BDSM activities we have either done or Mrs. Lion read about or invented. I don’t know what the box contains. Mrs. Lion created the cards out of my sight and placed them in the box. The box itself is kept locked in the same safe that contains the keys to my Jail Bird.

The cards are all folded in half. When I pick one, I hand it, still folded to Mrs. Lion. She decides if she will let me know what it says. We don’t necessarily play right after I draw a card. We can wait an hour or more before my fate is revealed. Knowing that I may have chosen tiny clothespins applied to the head of my penis, or a thick “racing stripe” of concentrated menthol rub painted from my anus to the base of my penis, I am apprehensive as I await the sensation.

Mrs. Lion is playful as she shows me what is coming. Without delay, she then goes to work. When she applied the menthol rub, the stripe felt cool and mildly pleasant as it went on. Then, over the next minute or so it grew hotter and hotter until the burning sensation is nearly unbearable. The pain goes on unabated for about ten minutes. When I drew that card a couple of weeks ago, as the pain receded, she used a tissue to stir up the thick strip on my balls. This put new menthol in the thick stripe in contact with my balls. Sensitized by the previous ten minute burn, my balls were on fire as soon as the tissue moved new rub against my skin.

After another agonizing ten minutes, the pain slowly faded. Ten more minutes went by before it was reduced to a slight warmth. I obediently lay on my back, legs spread wide during all this. It was difficult not to jump up and wash the painful stuff off. I didn’t move. I just took it.

That’s the way we play. Fun, huh?

Pick Again

njoy prostate plug

This is the plut I used last night. It’s designed for prostate stimulation. I didn’t realize this isn’t so much a plug as a prostate toy to be moved in and out.

Sometimes the Box O’Fun doesn’t work out so well. Lion’s first pick last night was menthol rub. Nope. Not again. I let him pick a different card. Hands tied plus another choice. Okay. Butt plug. Hmmmm…. Those two don’t really go together. We jettisoned the hands tied card and just went with the butt plug. Unfortunately, the butt plug I chose was oddly shaped and didn’t stay in very well. We decided that’s why it was in the spare room in a box.

Even after the butt plug came out Lion wasn’t very excitable. His tummy had been bothering him and I’d offered to put off playing for another day. He wanted to try. It’s not like we don’t do something almost every night. We can always pick up where we left off. We can also play on a non-Box O’Fun night. Nothing says we can’t either try the box again or one of us can suggest a form of play. I suggest ball tying. Just putting that out there.

This all depends on how Lion feels tonight. His tummy is still bothering him. Is it work? Is he worried about something? I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m right there with him no matter what he’s up to doing. Does he need to lie perfectly still? We can hold hands. Does he want to snuggle? I’ll be on one side and the jealous dog will be on the other. Does he want to play? Let’s do it. No pressure either way. No need to apologize if things don’t go to plan.

Peeling Back The Layers

Things aren’t always as they seem. Enforced male chastity is an onion of meanings, peeling back one reveals another, deeper reality. That isn’t meant to sound cryptic or ominous, but it’s the best way for me to describe what I mean.

The outer skin of this onion is the sexual thrill of the hardware. Wearing a chastity device feels sexy and there are many devices to try. Some men develop wardrobes of devices. They like trying new ones and changing up as the mood strikes. The focus is on the superficial thrill of wearing the devices. It’s like getting a new car when a new, sexier device is found. A lot of guys post pictures of their penises locked in the latest, shiny hardware.

Many guys stop here. Their devices are sexual fashion accessories. They may wear them 24/7, but they can lock and unlock themselves at will. Some have partners who also have keys. Ultimate control of being locked up is in the hands of the caged male. His partner will let him unlock when he wishes.

This outer layer is probably where most people stop. It’s a fun form of bondage. Using the cage to delay orgasm can become obsessive to some guys. The cage is the excuse for long-term orgasm delay.

The next layer down is where the keyholder becomes an active participant. She takes real control of his orgasms and uses the key as a lever to make him do things for her. She knows he likes her to do this and she begins enjoying the game. If he really wants to be unlocked, she will let him take the device off. At this layer in our onion, enforced male chastity is likely to be fairly long term.

When we peel that layer away, the real power exchange is revealed. Over time, the male gets comfortable wearing the device full time. He likes the edging and eventual orgasms. He’s been conditioned to the sexual control of his keyholder. This is different from the layer above because his keynoter realizes the extent of her control She knows that he loves the sexy game, but she senses there is something more profound involved.

At the core of our onion is a very serious power exchange. The keyholder comes to understand that she owns his penis. He can use it to pee, but he can’t touch it or experience an erection on his own. Only when she unlocks the cage, can he experience sexual pleasure. His penis is her toy. She may take it out frequently and play with it. She knows he likes that a lot.

He may not realize that a favorite part of his body is physically owned by his keyholder. I know, the fantasies talk about this sort Iof thing. But the reality has nothing to do with the caged male’s knowledge or agreement to this ownership. It’s 100 percent in the mind of the keyholder. When she understands her power, things subtly change.

Until recently, I knew that I was locked in the Jail Bird because I asked Mrs. Lion to do it. That’s how I got back in the cage after the long surgical hiatus. However, at some point in the last couple of weeks, Mrs. Lion realized that the cage gave her true ownership of my penis. I’m sure she understood that she always controlled it when I was caged. But she may not have realized the depth of that control. I’m not sure I understood either.

I am only released when she wants to give her penis attention. She will often give me an hour or so of freedom, under her supervision. This period of freedom has been getting shorter. After all, it’s her toy. Shouldn’t she put it away when she is done with it.

The feeling of ownership, at least on my end, became strong when she took all the keys and locked them away in her safe. That removed any choice to get out for me. She hasn’t discussed this new state of affairs much. It’s very subtle. It also implies that I will get little-to-no physical access to her penis. While I can be trusted when she leaves me wild, it does diminish the sense of physical ownership. She alluded to that the other day.

If either of us seriously considered where we are now when we started in 2013, I’m not sure we would have done this. I’m not entirely happy that I’ve lost physical control of my / her penis. I know I will get it back, at least temporarily, if she unlocks me for any reason. She knows that too. I imagine that physical control (a chastity device) has become much more important now that we have reached the center of the male chastity onion.

Dutiful Wife

I’m torn. Part of me wants to revisit my idea of doing ball bondage for Lion rather than have him choose from the Box O’Fun tonight. I was going to do it Friday night before he asked that we postpone the game. Then Saturday fell apart with the power outage. Sunday didn’t exactly fall apart but it didn’t seem like the night for a game.

We created the Box O’Fun to encourage play. Lion was pretty unlucky with his first few picks. It is all part of the game but I just have a feeling he’s going to get Velcro or the tiny clothes pins. I want to save him from himself. On the other hand, those things add to the “fun” of the Box O’Fun. There’s inherent danger involved. It’s exciting.

I guess that’s why people like horror movies. They know it’s coming. Maybe this scene will be it. Maybe right around that corner is the guy who decapitates the character. And then they scream their heads off. I may jump when it happens, but those movies usually make me laugh. The dumbass who goes into the kitchen deserves to be stabbed. Who goes into the kitchen alone in a horror movie? They’ve even made spoofs about it.

Luckily, in Lion’s case, there’s no blood or decapitation. Just me making fun of him for his pained look when he knows he asked for it. Maybe not that specific torture but he did ask for torture. I can look angelic and tell him I’m only doing what he wants me to do. I am innocent. I’m just the dutiful wife trying to make her husband happy.

[Lion — I know that whenever I pick a card, I will end up hurting in one way or another. I think that’s the excitement of the game for me.]

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