Month: October 2018

I’m not sure if I feel yucky because I’m getting sick or if the CPAP is doing it, but I was achy and blah last night. Poor Lion has to put up with my not feeling well a lot. I guess we both have to put up with each other not feeling well. I have resolved to play with Lion tonight though.

It would be very easy for me to take it easy and rest as Lion suggested. The problem, of course, is that Lion doesn’t get any attention. Since I don’t know if I’m actually getting sick, and my colds tend to take a long time to manifest, I could be taking it easy for weeks before I get better. I can’t leave Lion hanging that long.

Well, I can leave him hanging in the sense that he could be waiting weeks for an orgasm. But I need to edge him almost nightly for him to still care that he’s been waiting for weeks. And I am not suggesting I will actually make him wait that long. It’s just an example.

I didn’t make him pick from the Box O’Fun so the possibilities are endless tonight. I’m leaning toward the Magic Wand but I’m also keeping my options open. It depends how nice I want to be. I could also go after him with the Icy Hot again. We shall see.

The main thing is to keep moving until I am forced to rest by a cold or whatever. I can’t let life intrude any more than it has to.

Lion's bare ass

This is the only input I should be providing for Mrs. Lion. She handles the rest,
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In some respects, Mrs. Lion and I write about the wrong stuff. I tend to discuss how things should (or do) work in our FLRD and Mrs. Lion reports the “news”. Years ago I was the “expert” having had long experience with BDSM. But now, five years after we started, Mrs. Lion is far more qualified to talk about what works and what doesn’t. She’s also in the best position to discuss the future.

The area that she is way better able to discuss is discipline. We continue to go through a trial-and-error process of disciplinary evolution. I think that Mrs. Lion has evolved into a very different disciplinarian than she was a year ago. Its not that things are that different. I sense that she has more confidence in her role. That’s a huge step.

Most of the people who read our blog are men. We, by definition, are the subjects of discipline, not the disciplinarians. In a real sense, we are the last people to write and read on this subject. In the context of rule making and punishment, my job is to obey and accept, not review and suggest.

Part of me feels that if I don’t try to move the process along, we will stall. This makes very little sense. Despite all my bright ideas, Mrs. Lion firmly roots her punishments in spanking. She has resisted any sexual or behavioral methods to punish me. God knows, I’ve suggested a ton of them. She knows how she wants to proceed. Yet I persist in offering new ideas.

I’ve resolved to stop offering disciplinary input. Mrs. Lion has demonstrated her ability to let me know when I need to learn something. She fully understands how to spank me effectively. If she wants to add other punishments to her repertoire, she has no shortage of resources.

Having said that, I think I know what’s really behind all my bright ideas. I don’t think they are about ways to make me sorry for something I’ve done. Her paddles do that quite well, thank you. They’re about potential sensation play. That’s not to say that something I want to try as a BDSM bottom couldn’t be used to punish me. That’s up to Mrs. Lion. I just want to experience the things I suggest. That’s better done in the context of play.

Mrs. Lion is still reluctant to more fully exercise her authority. I think this is an area where I can be helpful. It may be useful for me to keep reminding her of areas she might want to expand into. I think that in our case, her primary motivation in being my disciplinary wife is my desire for her to take on that role. She remains a loving, easy-going woman who, on her own, wouldn’t think of enforcing her will.

We both feel that where she has taken up her role has improved our relationship. However, she still limits her authority to enforcing no food spilling or eating first. I slip now and then, but I think she will agree, I’ve mastered those requirements.

We’ve discussed the next logical step: correcting behavioral issues like interrupting or acting like a know-it-all. Mrs. Lion told me that she would correct me if I did either of those things. So far, she hasn’t. I’m reminding her that she said she wanted to do this. I’m not suggesting how she should punish me. Just saying that she should.

I do think it is my place to remind her of her decision. I realize that the likely result of this is pain and suffering for me. I’m not doing it as a way of promoting a fantasy. I know that we need to take the next steps to get the most value from our FLRD.

ginger root in lion's ass

Here is lion on his knees, head down, enjoying his figging.

I remembered to take the ginger out of the refrigerator last night so it could get to room temperature. I don’t think Lion was particularly in the mood for figging, but I did it anyway. Actually I know he wasn’t, since I wasn’t able to arouse him later on. But I had to complete my experiment.

The good news (not that Lion thought so) is that room temperature ginger starts out warm and gets hot almost immediately. Refrigerated ginger must act as a numbing agent so the heat has to fight through. Obviously we’ll be using room temperature ginger from now on. In the past, of course, Lion didn’t pick from the Box O’Fun ahead of time and any figging was done spur of the moment. I’ll have to make sure that I pull it out of the fridge a while before the fun begins.

I don’t know exactly how long the burn lasted. I didn’t ask. It was quite long though. Lion went off to edit the picture I took and add it to his post. He wasn’t quick. When he came back into the bedroom he said he was still feeling it. Perfect! I love when an experiment yields useful results.

On my knees as a peeled piece of raw ginger is inserted up my ass. In a few minutes the burn will begin.

Sunday night, after dinner, Mrs. Lion brought in her Box O’Fun. I picked a card. Mrs. Lion read it and announced that on Monday night I would be figged.  It’s been a very long time since she has done this to me. Figging is taking fresh ginger root, peeling and carving it into a dildo or butt-plug shape. This is then inserted up my ass without lube. As my body warms the ginger root, its oil is exuded. This oil creates a most unpleasant heat where the sun don’t shine.

A couple of weeks ago, we were shopping at an oriental market. We needed stir-fry sauce. Mrs. Lion said we should get some ginger. We found some nice, thick roots. I have no idea how she knew I would draw figging. Perhaps she didn’t and simply planned on doing it without the box of fun.

Figging is one of very few ways to provide anal heat. Icy Hot and Ben Gay aren’t very uncomfortable back there. The ginger, on the other hand, provides a lasting burn. I feel particularly vulnerable and humiliated when on my knees, ass up in the air waiting for Mrs. Lion to slowly insert her hand-carved, ginger butt plug. It feels cold when it first enters me. That isn’t my favorite sensation. Then, a few minutes later — it takes anywhere from 5 to 10 minutes — the burn begins. Some ginger gets really hot up there and makes me squirm and ask Mrs. Lion to take it out. Of course, she ignores my pleas. Other ginger is milder, but still very hot.

figged lion

That’s me!

The burning can go on as long as 30 minutes. When it begins to diminish, Mrs. Lion can use the peeler and remove the top layer and then reinsert the ginger. It will burn anew. She never did that to me in the past, but being a fan of recycling, I’m sure she will try this technique.

Figging has been used as a punishment over the centuries. Traditionally, it was a punishment for women. Nowadays, it is used on either sex. Some especially cruel women cut a slim piece of peeled root and insert it into the urethra of the hapless male. I haven’t experienced this, thank goodness.

While extremely uncomfortable in any orifice, it is generally regarded as harmless. I’ve never heard of any lasting injury from the practice. Many figging fans use it as a “dessert” after a spanking. I’m not sure that makes too much sense. The burning will distract the spanked male from the sensations of his spanking.

Figging is one of those “set it and forget it” tortures. Once the root is carved and inserted, Mrs. Lion can sit back and relax. I, on the other hand, will be entertained by excruciating burning in my anus. If she wishes to prolong my entertainment, she can remove the root and peel off the top layer. I’m sure she will. With little effort she will have an evening’s entertainment.

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