Ejaculating After Nine Days And A Butt Softening Routine
As you may have gathered from Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday, I appear to be back to normal. I had a very good time with Mrs. Lion’s hands and vibrator. Her observations about my leg muscles are interesting. For a while, whenever I had an orgasm, a muscle in my right thigh would cramp. It doesn’t do it anymore but apparently there’s some involuntary tensing up going on.
Orgasms have become much more intense in recent years. I find myself making a lot of noise. I was always quiet in the past. It also takes longer for me to come. I don’t mean the buildup to get there, but once it starts it takes quite a while for it to finish. I’m not complaining. I love it! What’s going on and perhaps, what changed is mysterious to me. I have absolutely no clue what it means. All I know is the experience is different and in many ways better.
Another kind of strange change is how a certain piece of my real estate feels. I happened to touch my butt this morning and it felt extremely soft; different from my stomach or leg skin. Apparently the intensive care skin cream I have been applying to my rear end has made the skin much softer to the touch. I assume this will cure the problem of Mrs. Lion drawing blood when she spanks me. I wonder if it doesn’t also make me more sensitive to pain there. How ironic. I will keep the treatments going. It’s obviously safer for me and more pleasant for Mrs. Lion if I don’t bleed when I am punished.
I realize that it’s no big deal to apply some skin cream to my butt. However, doing it brings up some feelings. I feel that I am now preparing myself with a routine that is designed to make spanking me more pleasant for my spanker, definitely not for me. In a way it feels like I’m now an accomplice to my own suffering. My attitude toward being punished was always some titillation at being spanked, some dread knowing what’s coming, and feel I am controlled to the point of submitting myself to be hurt by my lioness. Now I find myself preparing my hindquarters in anticipation of inevitable spanking.
You would think that after all this time, there would be nothing new in terms of how I feel about my position in our marriage. Both sex and discipline are firmly established as part of our day-to-day routine. There is nothing particularly exotic about being naked at home, teased but not allowed to ejaculate, and spanked when necessary. My reactions to each of these things are predictable and you could say, routine. Yet, simply by adding a small change designed to support the health of my epidermis adds additional titillation and dread.
Apparently, my emotional balance while stable, can be disturbed by relatively minor things like moisturizing my butt after a shower. It seems silly to me when I think about it. It takes a few seconds, doesn’t feel a bit erotic, and just plain makes sense to do. Yet, whether it’s true or not it has a deeper meaning to me. I think it’s a transfer of responsibility from Mrs. Lion to me. Until this recent discovery about dry skin, she drew blood when she spanked me. It was an action of hers that caused it to happen. Now we know this isn’t true. I bled because my skin was to dry. It wasn’t the severity of her punishment at all. It was my lack of self-awareness and reasonable maintenance. In other words, if there is blood it’s my fault, not hers.
I have the day off today. My company celebrates Martin Luther King Day. Unfortunately, Mrs. Lion’s doesn’t. I would’ve really enjoyed another day with her at home. I plan to spend the day doing nothing special. I might bake some bread or perhaps, make some corn muffins. I might do both. I need to look for my apron. I have a nice black apron that’s very utilitarian and important when I bake. It’s entirely too easy for my sensitive, dangling bits to inadvertently touch a hot oven door, muffin pan, or baking sheet. I feel much safer with some cloth between me and blistered genitals. In truth, I’ve never actually burned myself that way. Even when the apron was in the kitchen right in front of me I’ve often forgotten to put it on. So far there have been no accidents.
I’m also wondering if something is changed inside me. It feels right that I wait longer between orgasms. The one on Saturday night came after a wait of nine days. The one before that was 20 days. Of course, I was in a slump then so it probably shouldn’t count. This doesn’t bother me particularly because I’ve always thought that I could happily live with ejaculating every 7 to 10 days. I prefer more frequent releases. Apparently Mrs. Lion prefers that too. I’m happy to go along with any rhythm she would like to establish. Increasing my frequency probably takes more work, but I believe it’s possible. Reducing it is very easy and takes no work for her at all. I’m glad she’s a hard worker.