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In: Nudity, Body Hair Removal, Lion's Journal
Naked man wearing chastity device
I like how I look without body hair.

Fortunately for us, we live in a sparsely populated part of the world. Our house is small-but-adequate for the two of us. It’s far enough from our neighbors so that they can’t hear my yelping when Mrs. Lion spanks me. It’s also fortunate that we are reasonably isolated in view of the concern about this new virus. It may or may not be more deadly than any other flu, but we don’t have any built-in protection from it. This makes it particularly dangerous to people with vulnerable immune systems. As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday, we are potentially vulnerable. She more than me because she works in the place where members of the public come in and out. I work from home and don’t have to go out often at all.

In fact, last week, I only had clothes on twice. Both times it was only for an hour or two. That’s not completely true. I wear a T-shirt during the day most times. Mrs. Lion made this rule a long time ago. I guess I am an enforced nudist. I’ve been this way for the last 15 years. It’s just part of me now. We probably spend more money on gas and electricity keeping the temperature high enough for me to exist comfortably. However, I save a lot of money on clothing. [Mrs. Lion — Actually, Lion asked if he should have a rule that he’s naked when at home. I said that was fine. Like many of our rules, he suggests and I usually agree.]

Maybe because most of the time I see myself naked, I decided I like the way I look without body hair. I’m not quite sure when I started losing my pubic hair. I believe that was at least 25 years ago. That hair removal began because my partner at the time didn’t like pubic hair. She had barely any and didn’t like what I had. One day she tied me down and removed it. She wanted to shave under my arms as well but I begged her not to. Later, she shaved my rear end as well. I had no problem with that since I can’t see it.

A year or two ago I shaved my chest and pits. I liked the look. I kept myself shaved for a while. At the time, Mrs. Lion had begun waxing me. She gave me Brazilian waxes regularly. Waxing is ideal for removing pubic hair. We tried everything else with some success and a lot of pain. Waxing keeps me fairly clear of hair for at least a month. It doesn’t hurt me. I asked Mrs. Lion to extend the waxing to my chest and pits. She also did my back and shoulders.

I never liked the artificial-looking border between my thigh hair and my Brazilian area. I asked her to wax further down. She ended up taking all the hair off my legs. I really like how that looks. Unfortunately, she hates waxing my legs. I offered to go to a waxing parlor for them. I can’t do that now; it’s too dangerous. I think it might be easier to do if we don’t wait too long between waxings. The hair grows back finer, and more slowly. If she catches it early enough, it should go very quickly.

The 21st century has caught up with me. It’s very common for men to remove body hair. It almost looks a little odd to see men who don’t. I’m proud of myself for being a trendsetter.

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In: Body Waxing, Body Hair Removal, Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment, Spanking
His office is improved, he’s half hairless, and very horny

It doesn’t take a lot of oral attention to make Lion very horny. He doesn’t need to go to the edge after all.

My plans actually worked out fairly well yesterday. I wanted to run our errand early and spend the rest of the day working on Lion’s office and on waxing him. And that’s just what we did.

I helped Lion clear some clutter and set up a different lamp so he can see his keyboard better. We set up the new Echo Show so he can see who’s at the door with the Ring doorbell. While we did this, the wax was melting. Once it was ready, I dragged the waxing table into the bedroom and set it up.

I know Lion wanted everything waxed. I wasn’t really willing to do that, but I had no idea what his biggest issues were with fur. He directed me to the Lion-zilian I’d done a few weeks ago. “There’s a lot of hair there,” he insisted. Well, there wasn’t a lot. Not in comparison to the rest of him. But I set to work.

He’s been complaining about his pits. He’s been complaining about his chest. And legs. And why can’t I just dip him in wax and yank the whole thing off at once?

I started with the Lion-zilian, did a little bit more of his tummy and upper thighs and then I made the mistake of asking what area was bugging him the most. Of course, all of it was bothering him. I wasn’t prepared to do everything, but there we were, naked Lion on a waxing table, so I started at the top and worked my way down.

I decided to do the front side at least. That would mean doing the back side tonight, but so be it. Unfortunately, my back decided otherwise. With only patches of fur removed from his thighs, I had to stop. Now I have to do almost all of his legs and his entire back side tonight. The good part is that his back is less furry so it shouldn’t take as much time as the front.

I sat down to give my back some rest. Lion took a shower and we watched TV. He asked what we should have for dinner. I suggested pasta and he fell asleep. I get it. Lots of activity.

After dinner and my shower, I told Lion to present his butt for spanking. He’d interrupted me before dinner. I was tired and he’d pushed the wrong button. We decided the mean paddle I used is more prone to making him bleed. I couldn’t really get a full spanking in because I would have splattered blood everywhere. I cleaned him off and then called him into the bathroom for his mouth soaping. See? Eventually I get things done. [Lion — She certainly does!]

Then we watched our football team actually win a game. It’s been weeks and weeks since they’ve won. And then Lion wanted weenie attention. I asked how he could expect weenie attention after all the other attention he’d had. I’m sure he didn’t really expect it. It was more of a “poor Lion is so horny and no one will play” thing.

Part of me was tired and thought it was just too damn bad that he wanted attention. I’d worked on his office. I’d waxed him. I’d spanked him and soaped his mouth. What more does he want? Another part of me was happy he was horny and I didn’t want to discourage him. I decided to suck him just long enough to make him hornier without actually going as far as the edge. That would have taken too long, I think. So I guess it was the best of both worlds. He got attention. And it wasn’t a big deal for me to expend that amount of energy to make him hornier. [Lion — It was amazing!!]

Tonight will still be busy and tiring but I’ll make sure to frustrate Lion even more. I don’t know if I’ll get him to the edge or not. The hornier he gets, maybe the less time it will take to get him to the edge. That’s the theory at least.

[Lion — Edge or not, her mouth leaves me panting for more!]

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In: Lion's Journal, Body Hair Removal, diapers

lion in hisdiaper
My funishment for forgetting punishment day is (at least) Sunday in diapers.

Here we go again! Mrs. Lion is back to her old self. The stress level feels much lower and I’m spending Sunday (at least) in a diaper. Yes, I earned it. I forgot to remind her on Saturday that it was punishment day. Fortunately, this is not a spankable offense anymore. However, there is a penalty. As you can see in the image on the right, I am wearing Depends all day. Mrs. Lion has a particularly cruel twist to the game — that’s what makes it a punishment — she makes me keep wearing it until it’s sufficiently wet and I am ready to urinate again. Then, I can remove the wet diaper, put on a dry one, and relieve myself. That way I end up spending the entire time in a wet diaper. Fortunately, the only diapers she could find today are high-capacity overnight diapers. These leave me feeling drier than the daytime version I usually have to wear.

Wearing a dry pair actually feels pretty good. They’re soft and warm. Any other time, I am naked. It’s a little ironic that the two penalties I’ve endured (panties yesterday and diaper today), both leave me more covered than usual. This is more than made up for by the extra weight and general yuckiness of dealing with a pee-soaked diaper squishing under me when I sit down. I’m sure this is more than you wanted to know.

Along with the aforementioned penalties, there is a general lightness around here. We went to IKEA on Saturday and bought a piece of furniture for my office. It was a nice trip for both of us. Even though nothing has changed in our physical world, I feel much closer and lighter. I hate to admit it, but I need the sort of things Mrs. Lion is doing to me once again. I’m not sure if she will admit it, but I think she likes it too. She gets a little smile when she sees me wearing a diaper.

Lion's hairless versus hairy legs
What do you think? Mrs. Lion is trying to decide if she prefers my legs (chest too), hairy or hairless.

I asked her about  more waxing. She’s considering it. She said that she’s not sure whether or not she wants me to be furrier. She’s trying to decide if she prefers hair on my chest and legs. My legs are pretty hairy. My vote is for no hair. However, I don’t get a vote. I like no chest, leg, or underarm hair. I’ve been hairless between my paws for decades. I can’t even imagine myself with a full set of pubic hair. In fact, when Mrs. Lion was unable to wax me, only a little patch grew back above my penis. However, my balls and perineum got quite hairy. Not having hair in my crack makes it much easier to stay clean. I guess it’s just a matter of preference. However, in this case, it’s entirely up to Mrs. Lion.

It feels good to be thinking about these relatively trivial things. I hate to admit it, but I like sitting in this diaper too. It’s not that I like diapers, I just like the interaction with my lioness. I hope there’s lots more to come.

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In: Lion's Journal, Body Hair Removal

Despite all the moving and medical issues, I’m happy to report that my penis remains blissfully unaware of my trials and tribulations. It can be counted on to rise for almost any interesting occasion. Fortunately for me, Mrs. Lion is aware of this proclivity. I’ve been thinking about preferences and fetishes. I think they are the same thing, just existing at different intensities.

For example, I prefer women to remove all body hair. I find a hairless pussy much hotter than a bush. However, if I see a hairy pussy, it’s still very exciting. Preferences can be even stronger. I prefer female sex partners. That doesn’t mean I am ready to accept a male lover. That brings us to the second, and more interesting use of the word “preference”. A preference can be absolute, such as my preference for female sex partners. It doesn’t imply there’s an open door to adding a male. It’s not a fetish because of fetish, aside from implying a very strong attraction to something, also implies the object of the fetish isn’t generally accepted.

The fact that I am heterosexual and prefer women isn’t a fetish because it’s accepted behavior. For that matter, if I preferred men it would also be a preference and not a fetish because homosexuality is also generally accepted. That’s easy. Let’s take a look at my interest in hairless genitals: If I was unable to consider sex with a hairy woman, shaved females would be a fetish. Yes, shaved pussy is generally accepted but society doesn’t dictate all women should remove their pubic hair. In my case, I prefer the shaved pussy but I’m content, even delighted, my one with hair as well.

However you could say the fact that I strongly desire my own body to be hair free is a fetish. It’s not that I’m miserable when my body hair grows back. It’s that I work hard to keep myself hairless because I feel much sexier that way. Wearing a chastity device is certainly a fetish. It’s unusual and for those of us who wear them, a very strong need. In my case, I prefer chastity devices as well as other things in the bondage category. I wouldn’t say it’s a fetish of mine because I’m quite happy if I’m not wearing one.

My fetish, at least one of them, is sexual control. I really need Mrs. Lion to own my penis and absolutely control if and when it gets a chance to ejaculate. I suppose my desire for her to be my disciplining wife could also be considered a fetish. I think that’s probably debatable. The reason it is stems from the fact that it represents a very broad area of our lives. A fetish tends to be reasonably localized. Hairless genitals and wearing chastity devices are easily defined. A Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD) is much broader and harder to define. It’s more of a lifestyle choice than a fetish.

Things like hairless genitals and maybe even one day, chastity devices can become part of the generally accepted sexual behavior in our society. I wonder if wearing a chastity device changes from a fetish to a preference if wearing one becomes a generally accepted sexual practice. Certainly in the context of our day-to-day communications, the word “fetish” has a generally negative connotation. If you have a fetish you are less socially acceptable. It doesn’t matter what the fetish is, simply identifying something you do as a fetish makes you an oddball. On the other hand, if the same behavior is generally accepted, even if not particularly popular, it’s a preference which has no negative connotation.

Of course, the elephant in the room is how you define something as being generally acceptable or not acceptable. I suppose the only reasonable way to consider this is to limit the scope of the idea something is generally acceptable. If the people close to me consider things I do or like as a little odd but okay, then what I am doing is a preference. If they can’t imagine a normal person having or doing whatever it is, they probably think of it as a fetish and consider me a weirdo.

When I first started removing my pubic hair it was most certainly not acceptable for a man to do that. Let’s face it, a lot of men still consider doing that as effeminate or gay. I was very self-conscious about it because I knew that’s how people generally thought about it. Now, 20 years later, I have a preference for keeping my genitals hair free. Other people may still consider it unusual but they almost certainly don’t think of it as a sign of something else such as being effeminate.

By the way, in the days that hairless balls were considered almost taboo, I lost my pubic hair when the woman I was dating expressed unhappiness when she noticed my pubic hair was getting longer. When I first met her I had kept it trimmed to about an inch. After we were together, because she never said anything, I let it grow. Finally about a month after we were sexual partners, she expressed unhappiness that I was so hairy. She hadn’t realized that I had been trimmed when we met. What could I do? I told her to groom me the way she liked.

She readily agreed and left the room. She came back with a bowl of water, some soap and disposable razor. She told me to lie back. I asked her what she was going to do. She smiled and told me that she would take care of the excess hair. She began shaving me. I had a lot of pubic hair in those days and my thighs were hairy too. I could feel her going to work. By the way, at the time she had me tied to the bed, spread eagle. I really didn’t have a lot of choice anyway. She worked away and when she finished, she used a washcloth to get rid of any of the soap left around my genitals. I was rock hard. Then she moved up on my body and almost started shaving my armpits. That was too much for me. I asked her not to do it and she agreed.

From that day on I had no pubic hair. At one point I asked her how she decided how far she was going to shave. She told me to drop my pants. She then grabbed the head of my penis pulled hard and used it to define a circle on my body. She said that she didn’t want hair anywhere my penis could reach. Okay fair enough. As time went on she went past that boundary and kept my inner thighs and tummy hair free too.

I got to like it a lot. I guess you could say I acquired a fetish. Over the years, the fetish grew and more real estate lost its fur. I cultivated the fetish by getting laser hair removal of my pubic area. That represented a real commitment since the hair would never return even if I change my mind. Fortunately, I haven’t changed my mind. What did change was that I no longer had a fetish; now I have a preference!