Month: February 2018 (Page 3)

Lion’s allergies have been acting up again. I need to vacuum more extensively to get rid of dust again. I also found out on Thursday that my son will be in the area starting tomorrow. He’ll be working so I won’t be able to see him until next weekend but, given that I haven’t seen him in over six years, I can wait another few days. But I need to clean the spare bedroom so he can stay with us for at least one night. Lots to do.

Because of his allergies, Lion hasn’t been as horny as he normally is. Yesterday he said he was horny and looking forward to last night’s ball tying adventure. He was hard. His balls were bouncing. But we didn’t get much further than that. Lion apologizes. I tell him he doesn’t need to apologize. Rinse and repeat. I just want to make him happy. If there’s something more I can do I just need him to tell me. I know he wanted me to just edge him last night with no possibility of an orgasm. I was willing to do that. I can restrain myself. Honest.

We’ll take another run at it tonight, maybe minus the ball tying. I left him wild. Why? I don’t know. I just wanted to. He’s going to clean the cage today. When we’re done with whatever we do tonight, even if it’s nothing, I’ll lock him back up. There will be no pressure to perform. I don’t think he’s any less of a man because, as he says, he’s “broken” any more than he thinks I’m less of a woman because my libido is gone. We’re just us and we do whatever we can to make each other happy. So far I’d say it’s working out just fine.

Mrs. Lion’s ropecraft.

(Friday afternoon) It’s been cold with a little snow here. We rarely experience either. Our winters are consistently between 40 and 50 degrees. It snows a bit every couple of years. This past week the temperature has dipped into the twenties at night. It’s been a bit chilly here at home. Our heat isn’t able to handle really cold weather.

When we’re home, we’ve been spending a lot of time under the covers. It’s nice to hold hands while getting warm. Yesterday, Mrs. Lion brought an electric heater into the bedroom. Tonight is Box O’Fun night and it should be warm enough to play. If I don’t feel like playing or edging, for that matter, Mrs. Lion is willing to call the activities off. I did that on Thursday night. I  just didn’t have the energy to do anything. Tonight I expect to be ready and willing.

She mentioned in an earlier post that instead of the Box O’Fun she might just do ball bondage tonight. I think she likes her ropecraft. She also likes my balls. Tying them up is a chance to do two things she likes at the same time.

I like it too. When they are tightly tied, when she masturbates me, they bounce up and down. It feels good when they land against my perineum. If she’s going to let me ejaculate, she usually unties them first. Sometimes all that ball bouncing is too distracting and I just can’t reach the promised land.

Friday is only the fourth day since my last orgasm. I know that Mrs. Lion wants to give me a treat for doing laundry, but I would prefer to wait a bit more. Lately, I’ve been less than interested until I reach the fourth or fifth day. Mrs. Lion has been tempted to give me an orgasm when she can finally get me that aroused. I miss the edging sessions.

I’m sure Mrs. Lion will let you know later today what happens tonight.

Mrs. Lion likes to shake her head and laugh 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?

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.