No Peeking

Lion thinks he needs some excitement in his life. He thinks maybe that’s why he hasn’t been horny lately. Last night I suggested waiting for the weekend when we have some extra time to devote to sex and play. Lion agrees.

This morning, in his email, he said he’s looking forward to the weekend. I figured it was a good time to start exciting him. I told him I’m thinking the weekend has a blindfold in store for him and then it doesn’t really matter because he won’t be able to see the rest coming. He loves being blindfolded. I just knew that would get his mind going.

I thought briefly about the Magic Wand last night. It might have worked but the blindfold, or the idea of the blindfold, seemed like a better way to go. Of course nothing says I can’t still use the Magic Wand while he’s blindfolded. I could even blindfold him while he’s in the sling. Then he’d be completely helpless.

We’ve only used a blindfold a few times. For the most part Lion keeps his eyes closed when we play. I sort of like when he sneaks a peek to see what I’m doing. But he likes not knowing what’s coming. It’s sort of bondage. I guess it’s the surrender he likes. OK. I can live with that. As long as I get to see him sneaking a peek most of the time.

Fun, Fun, Fun

We all have different ideas of fun. Mine are a bit different than most. For one thing, most of the sexual ideas are fun before and after the actual event. I generally dislike what happens during the activity. For example, I find the idea of being spanked exciting. But I hate the way it feels as my butt gets red and bruised. After the pain subsides a bit, I love that I was spanked. See? Fun before and after, but not during the event.

When it comes to sex, I like all three (anticipation, activity, remembering). I imagine everybody feels that way. However, the level of pleasure isn’t constant. For example, those of us who are under orgasm control can easily find the anticipation of ejaculating more exciting than the actual act. This is one explanation for why some guys want to be made to wait longer and longer. The anticipation almost replaces the act itself.

The more I think about it, fun is mostly memories and anticipation. Guys locked in chastity devices make a high art out of anticipation. I have to admit that isn’t true of me. I like the bondage experience of wearing a chastity device, but anticipating my next orgasm isn’t something I do. I don’t know why, but orgasms just don’t do that for me. I like them. I love them. But I don’t think about the next one and I don’t reminisce about my last.

Of course, I have my greatest hits collection of orgasms. They’re special for many reasons. Some of Mrs. Lion’s oral orgasms are on my hit parade. My first hand, vaginal, oral, and anal orgasms are vivid in my memory. The sensations were incredible. I guess we all remember our firsts.

I think that in the case of play, my memories need to be fresh to turn me on. That could be part of the reason I’m currently having a dry spell.

Ready. Go!

I didn’t do a post yesterday. I went to the doctor on Monday and yesterday the nurse called me three times to try to schedule a test. I have other outstanding medical bills that need to be taken care of before I schedule anything else. And three times in one day is a bit excessive. She left another message this morning. The more she calls the less likely I am to return her calls. I was a bit frazzled so I didn’t have the brain power to write a post.

Today, however, since discovering that my medical bills are in better shape than I thought and I can actually schedule the test without going into bankruptcy, I am no longer frazzled. I still don’t have a lot to say. We haven’t done anything. Between Lion still feeling sick and my feeling tired we’ve just been off.

Tonight we have a plan. Dinner is figured out. The bed will be changed so Lion is less itchy. We’ll try to snuggle and play earlier. I don’t know if I’ll paint his toes or not. Time is my downfall. If I can act on an idea relatively quickly then I have a shot at doing it. The longer I have to wait, the less likely I am to do it. My heart’s just not into it right now. Maybe on the weekend.

I’m also hoping by the weekend we’ll be feeling much better. It seems like we both took giant steps backward. Our coughs are hanging on. We’re not sleeping well. We’re done with it! Time to get better. If only it were that simple.

I think if we start eating better we’ll start feeling better. Comfort food works best when you’re really sick. Then it’s time to move on to more balanced meals.

OK. Goals set. Dinner. Play. Food. Ready. Go!

Everyone Knows Lions Don’t Have Pubic Hair

Mrs. Lion has drawn a line in the sand. My toenails are to be painted (yuck!). She also informed me that I owe her a “fee” for delaying the nail-painting and panty-wearing. In its own perverted way, this new system makes sense. I have to admit that I never even considered such a process.

The idea of a “price” for delaying an activity is intriguing. It certainly adds interest (in both senses of the word) to our play. Mrs. Lion has an evil imagination. I love it!

I haven’t had to wear panties for some time. I don’t look forward to resuming. One reason, aside from the fact I look ridiculous, is that most are uncomfortable. My panty collection is largely rough, nylon-type material that looks frilly, but isn’t very kind to my skin. They’re all very inexpensive underwear, so it stands to reason the quality of fabric and manufacture are low.

If panties are going to be a frequent requirement, I would appreciate being able to purchase more comfortable products. The thongs I have are the only panties that don’t slip down and end up around my thighs. I don’t mind that they are thongs, but the material is scratchy. I hate to suggest it, but I think we need to go shopping for cotton panties

It’s been many months since the topic of women’s underwear has come up. I was taking a let-sleeping-panties-lie policy. I’ve never had to wear them very often, so I figured that no action was required on my part. However, now it’s clear that Mrs. Lion wants to put me in panties again.

On a different topic, while searching through Amazon, Mrs. Lion came upon a product called “The Bare Pair”. This is a hair removal product designed expressly for balls and the surrounding countryside. It’s a depilatory cream formulated for delicate scrotal skin. Since my body shaver has been nicking me badly, I figured it might be worth a try to use this product.

It comes in a kit with the cream, applicator sticks (gloves are better, I’ve read), a soothing cream for use after hair removal, and a rough glove to help get rid of the hair after treatment. I’ll try this stuff over the weekend. We’ll still continue with shaving elsewhere and using our Bela pulsed light permanent removal tool. By the way, that device works well. I have almost no hair where we’ve used it.

Mrs. Lion does manscaping about once a month. Thanks to the Bela device, there aren’t too many hairs on my balls. But we both like me to be completely smooth. Almost all the pubic hair is gone forever. Manscaping is now a touch-up process.

I consider pubic hair removal as an essential part of wearing a chastity device. Pubic hair tends to get caught in the device and then there are uncomfortable pulls as the body and device move. No hair eliminates that source of discomfort. Also, I think a device looks better against bare skin.

We don’t consider hair removal as something like panty wearing. It’s just male grooming that has nothing to do with my role. Besides, everyone knows that lions don’t have pubic hair.

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