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In: Mrs Lion Comments

There was no joy in Lionville, mighty Lioness has struck out. Lion wasn’t feeling very frisky last night. I think he was too itchy. I told him I was good with just snuggling. He said there was no “just” snuggling. Snuggling is wonderful all by itself. I agree.

We had a sort of a do-nothing day yesterday. I did laundry and Lion cooked dinner, but other than that we just lazed around watching TV. I’m realizing today that we should have done something to get the camper ready for our trip that’s fast approaching. We don’t really have too much to do actually. We tend to eat out most of the time so it’s just breakfast things and clothes that need to go out. Tonight we’ll take some stuff out and strip the bed so I can wash the sheets. Clothes will wait till Wednesday night probably. We just need to get organized.

This will be our third and final trip of the year. Next year I hope we can do a few more trips. Maybe we can find a new place or two. I like the places we go but I also like finding new places to explore.

We don’t tend to spend a lot of time outdoors on our trips. This time we’ll walk down the path to the beach but it will only be in the 60s. Too cold for swimming. It’s really only the dog who goes swimming anyway. She likes rolling in the sand and doesn’t understand that the wave that went out will eventually come back in and douse her.

Our time in the camper won’t be wasted. I’ll make sure Lion is in diapers or we’re playing part of the time. I don’t think I’ll bring the Box O’Fun but there are enough toys in the bag of tricks to keep him occupied. And we’ll have two punishment days while we’re gone. We might not have the punishment stool with us but I still have a rough spot for him to sit on a dining chair. Lion can’t hide even when he’s on vacation.

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In: Body Hair Removal, Lion's Journal

It’s been three weeks since Mrs. Lion gave me a Brazilian waxing. No hair seems to have grown back. I spotted a couple of longish hairs, but I think they were missed when I was waxed. Unless there is a fuzzy explosion, I think that it will be at least five weeks before we have to consider repeating the process.

This is good news. Over the years, I’ve tried pretty much every technique for pubic hair removal. It all started over twenty years ago when my first BDSM partner shaved me. She didn’t like pubic hair at all. I grew to like being bare. When we broke up, the bush grew back and stayed for a few years. Then, another partner shaved herself and me just for fun. At that point I realized that I liked the fur-free look.

Shaving, contrary to urban myth, does not cause the hair to grow back thicker and coarser. It grows back exactly the same. After a week or so the hair would be visible again and a new shave was in order. After a while I realized that I had no desire to get furry again. Partners liked me in a hairless state. I decided that I needed to find a better way to remove hair.

My next step was with an epilator. I bought a Braun Silk-epilator. The first time I tried it, the full bush was back. It hurt horribly. I was only able to do a small amount on the top of my pubes. Every day, I gritted my teeth and did a bit more. It took more than a week, but I finally had no hair from my perineum to my belly button. The balls were particularly difficult. Unless the skin was stretched tight as a drum, it would catch in the device and make me bleed. I persevered and really liked the results. Epilation doesn’t produce any stubble. The hair that grows back is thinner and soft. Each successive use of the device was less painful. If it weren’t for the difficulty treating my balls, I might have just stayed with it.

I decided to go to the next level. I had read about laser hair removal. The results were claimed to be permanent. I got out the phone book and looked for someone to zap me.  After a lot of calls, I found a doctor, a pediatrician who moonlighted doing hair removal, who would do my pubes. The device was enormous. It was a powerful ruby laser. I would need a treatment a month for eight to ten months in order to permanently remove the hair.

The reason for multiple treatments isn’t that the follicles that were zapped come back. They don’t. The laser sends heat down dark-colored hair into the follicle, which is effectively killed. No dark hair, no energy gets to the follicle. As the doctor explained it, follicles don’t always produce hair. Some are dormant for a while and then sprout a hair. According to him, the full cycle of follicle activation takes about nine months. That’s why the full set of treatments is necessary.

Each treatment was expensive, but I could manage the payments each month. At the first treatment I discovered that zapping my scrotum hurt a lot. The doctor prescribed a lidocaine cream. At the time it was by prescription only. Now you can buy it from Amazon and others. I put it on thickly, covered my pubes with Seran Wrap and drove to the doctor’s office. It takes about 30 minutes to activate and has to be kept moist until the treatment. That’s why the Saran Wrap.

The lidocaine did the trick. The pain was much reduced. My entire upper pubic area stayed bald. Even now, that area is hairless. A small number of hairs at the base of my penis came back as did hair on the shaft itself. You can’t zap the penis safely. My balls were a different story. The laser got about 90-percent of the hair, but there was still visible hair there. Some was grey and immune to the laser. The rest probably were saved by the nature of scrotal skin. My perineum wasn’t lasered, it turned out.

Another permanent hair removal technique is electrolysis. This process involves a needle being placed along the side of the hair into the follicle. Then a small electrical charge is applied. This effectively kills the follicle. This is a very slow and expensive process. Each hair has to be individually killed. I tried it for about five treatments and decided it wasn’t worth the time or expense.

While the amount of work was much reduced, hair remained that needed attention. For a long time the epilator was the tool of choice. Mrs. Lion did her best not to butcher my scrotum. I then got a body shaver. This worked well, but caught the skin on my scrotum and cut me. We decided to look for a better way.

We purchased an IPL hair removal system. This uses Intense Pulsed Light to heat follicles in much the same way a laser does. We got one by Silkn. You use this by shaving and then applying the pulsed light to each area. This is painful in spots. I purchased an over-the-counter lidocaine cream and used it the same way I did with the laser treatments.

This is a slow process and over a few months removed more hair permanently. But it was clear that the initial shave, my balls in particular, as well as the slow process made this impractical for us.

I got a Venus woman’s razor. This worked very well; no cuts and a very smooth shave. Of course, stubble appeared shortly after each shave. I liked the comfort of the shave and lack of blood, but it really wasn’t the best choice. Then I thought about waxing.

I’ve heard horror stories about the pain of sensitive, pubic hair being ripped from the body. My long experience with the epilator made me very familiar with the pain of hair being ripped out. It was intense the first time, but diminished each time I used it. I reasoned that waxing couldn’t be any worse. So, I set out to do some research.

YouTube has how-to’s on anything you may want to learn. A British esthetician, Jack Dunn, has made some excellent step-by-step male waxing videos. I watched his Brazilian video twice. I asked Mrs. Lion if she would like to try waxing me. She agreed. She also watched the video. To do this correctly, some supplies are needed. Bear in mind that a salon will charge about $145 for a male Brazilian. Most won’t do them, but the ones who will charge that much and more. Here’s what I purchased:

waxing supplies
Mrs. Lion’s waxing supplies. Left to right, cleaner, no-strip wax warmer, wax applicators, waxing strips, strip wax warmer, and mineral oil. Click to enlarge.

This is enough for many waxings. The total investment is $144. This is less than one professional treatment. Based on my research, this setup gives you the same advantages of a professional. Yes, Veet makes pre-waxed strips for a lot less. We tried a small box and it worked but looked like it could cost a lot to do much waxing. The “hot” wax kit I listed above works very well.

After Mrs. Lion gave me a Brazilian, I asked if she could try other areas. She ended up waxing my legs, chest, pits, shoulders and back. It wasn’t very painful and Mrs. Lion, with the help of Jack Dunn’s videos, did a great job. The kit still has a lot of wax and supplies left. Compared with the cost of Venus razor refills, waxing is probably a little less expensive. In my opinion, it’s a lot better.

A Brazilian is more than just removing the front pubic hair. It also includes the bottom, crack included, as well. While I can’t see it, I really like having that hairless crack. It’s much easier to keep clean. It also presents Mrs. Lion with an unobstructed target for spanking and pegging.

When I got that first pubic shave while tied spread-eagle to the bed, I never imagined hairless balls would be a lifelong pursuit. All in all, my Brazilian adventure has been big fun.

 

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In: CBT

I pulled out the Box O’Fun last night and Lion selected Ball Bondage. I had already gotten him hard when I went to get the Box O’Fun. When I got back he wasn’t hard anymore. Can you say “omen”? Then I had trouble securing both balls. One kept running away. I finally got both of them tied up, but I think the damage was already done. Lion didn’t really respond after that. I mean, he was hard and he was willing. But his heart and his hard on were not into it. He was too itchy.

It’s not a big deal. Of course I would rather have him respond to me. But not being in the mood one day isn’t a deal breaker. What is a big deal is that we revived (don’t get all excited, it was just one day so far) the Box O’Fun. I know he didn’t pick out one of the mean things but I would have done it if he had. I think my aversion to them has more to do with the fact that they seem more like punishment than play, than feeling I don’t have permission to do them.

I know Lion has given me permission to do everything I do to him. He’s actually given me permission to do more than I do to him. I just haven’t done those things yet. And some of them I may never do. For example, I once saw someone using sounds. It looked interesting. Lion bought a set of sounds and we’ve never used them. It does looked interesting. I don’t think I want to do it. To me, the risk of infection and puncture is just too imposing. If I screw up, Lion could be hurt badly. Another example is water sports. We tried it once. Lion drank either my pee or his own. I’ve seen someone pee on another person and the receiver was in heaven. I guess if Lion really wanted to do it, I would do it for him but, so far, he hasn’t requested it again.

We’ll try the Box O’Fun again tonight and see what he chooses. I have till then to steel myself for the mean things.

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In: BDSM, Lion's Journal

Is there a difference between consent and permission? They are, after all, synonyms. I’m not so sure Mrs. Lion agrees. For the last couple of months Mrs. Lion hasn’t used our Box O’ Fun. This is a wooden box with folded slips of paper; each one has a BDSM activity written on it. The activities range from spanking to tiny dollhouse clothespins on the head of my penis. Both are painful, BDSM play. I’ve consented to Mrs. Lion topping me and I even helped her create the Box O’ Fun.

As she wrote in her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion doesn’t view all the activities in the box equally. Some, like Icy Hot on my balls, spanking, or clothespins are fine for her to do me. Others, like the tiny clothespins, aren’t. She wrote that I suggested the Icy Hot and spanking and so they are fine to do at will. I  did. But I also suggested almost all the other activities in the box too, including the dollhouse clothespins on the head of my cock.

When she threatens to use those tiny clothespins, I object. I find the discomfort they cause very hard to take. Mrs. Lion understands this to mean I don’t want them. She’s right, I don’t. She wrote that she doesn’t want to do things I don’t want. After all, it’s for my “entertainment”. If I interpret her correctly, she feels she doesn’t have permission to hurt me that way.

On the other hand, she knows I absolutely don’t want a punishment spanking. I don’t want to have to lie there and be beaten with a paddle. In the same sense as the tiny clothespins, I don’t give her permission to beat me. She does it anyway. She doesn’t hesitate to make it hurt. I tell her to stop. She doesn’t. I really want her to stop.

As Mrs. Lion has explained, punishment isn’t supposed to be something I want. I am being spanked because I did something wrong. She believes she has the right to do this because I’ve consented to her right to punish me. She knows this and exercises that right on a very regular, consistent basis. She’s always ready to remind me that I agreed to this.

I also given consent for her to hurt me with BDSM play. But she doesn’t want to do anything I don’t want at the time. Her reasoning is that play is for my entertainment and punishment is for my education. Play, she believes, is always optional. Of course she’s right. But there’s a catch. BDSM play is generally uncomfortable for the bottom. It is for me.

I agreed to  let Mrs. Lion top me. I know full well what that means. I’ve requested the Box O’ Fun. I have a pretty good idea what’s in it. Mrs. Lion let’s me pick a card from it. True, the cards are folded so I have no idea what’s written on them. That’s what makes the game fun. I’ve not only consented to play, I actually select the activity. There is a way I can stop something that I really can’t take. We have a safeword. It’s “red”. By the way, there is no safeword when I’m being punished.

Mrs. Lion knows all this. But she resists doing things she knows I will hate. This isn’t consistent. I hate Icy Hot and other hot stuff on my balls. But I consider being made to endure it very hot. She knows this and feels free to do it to me and make it much more intense each time. The same logic should apply to any of the activities in her repertoire. Maybe we need to discuss the specifics. Perhaps we have to reassert that consent is indeed the same as permission. More importantly, understand that if I agree to something in advance, I can’t revoke it when we begin to play. I can stop it, but I can’t prevent it.