Anal play

Have you noticed that the vast majority of dominant women’s attention is centered on the male rear end? It came to mind when I was looking for a dominant woman image for Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday. The vast majority of the images showed dominant women providing attention to male and female butts.

Lion ass in the air in milking position
Mrs. Lion likes me in the milking position. Everything is accessible. Most of the pictures of me on the site, like this one, show my bare ass. Humiliating! (Yes, I like it)

I suppose that shouldn’t be surprising. Mrs. Lion spends a lot of time looking at my rear end. Last year I did a quick Twitter survey about what part of naked men women prefer to see. A little more than half preferred naked rears. I kind of expected that penises would win by a large margin. I assumed that since the two primary sources of female sexual fun are penises and tongues, the penis would win out over the derrière. Nope.

There are some distinct advantages to paying attention to a rear end. For one thing, there is a wide variety of activities that can be performed without the risk of giving the guy an orgasm. Most of us are inherently embarrassed when we have to expose our asses for whatever attention a fully dressed woman cares to give them. Spanking, probably the most popular activity, has the dual benefit of humiliation and safe administration of pain. It’s no secret that Mrs. Lion spanks me when I need punishment.

In addition to convenience and safety, the ass is defenseless. Spanking is easily accomplished without risk of reprisal. The anus has no teeth and can be safely penetrated with or without the permission of its owner. Put another way, the derrière is a sensation receiver. It has no real ability to transmit sensations to the person attending to it. This is in distinct opposition to the penis, which is also a sensitive receiver of sensation. The difference is that the penis is capable of administering sensation too. It can provide pleasure through intercourse. It can also be messy.

In addition to the other benefits of that rear-facing part of a man’s anatomy, it also puts him in a position that makes it difficult-to-impossible for him to see what you’re doing. That provides an element of surprise. It also means that he is limited in how much verbal feedback he can give you. If he’s in the kind of position I usually assume, he’s up on his knees with his face in the covers of the bed. It takes quite a bit of effort to rise up and make a comment. If Mrs. Lion doesn’t like the comment, she can use her paddle to provide immediate feedback to me.

ginger root on its way up lion's ass
Carved ginger root is on its way up my butt. No lube, of course, that would block the burn. It went up surprisingly easily anyway.

I’ve noticed that many women enjoy penetrating a man’s anus. I’m not sure what the root of this is, but there seems to be some particular pleasure in sticking something up a guy’s ass. Mrs. Lion has a large array of anal implements I’ve purchased for her. She’s also bought some of her own. I’ve never found anal penetration stimulating, or for that matter, even comfortable. I do get a sense of accomplishment when Mrs. Lion is able to penetrate me with something larger than I thought I could handle. Over the years, she has trained my rear end to accept up to four of her fingers and plugs almost 2 inches in diameter.

There is something inherently submissive about presenting a naked rear end to a partner. When Mrs. Lion tells me to get into the milking position, she has access to my cock and balls as well as my butt and anus. It’s all there for her to see and enjoy. I am acutely aware of my vulnerability. If she has me lie on my back with my legs apart, I don’t feel particularly vulnerable. I feel excited that something interesting and sexual will happen. This is true even when I know that she plans some painful play. Very often I remain aroused and erect while she covers my balls with clothespins or Icy Hot. I almost never sport an erection when I’m getting rear attention.

I like this feeling of vulnerability. It’s exciting in its own way. Sex feels better after a session of anal stimulation. What can I say? I love that milking position.

Lion requested that we play earlier than usual yesterday. He’s been requesting it for a while. Sometimes I’ve moved things up an hour or so, but yesterday we tried to play around 4. We woke up late and I let the day get away from me while waiting to see if it would stay nice long enough to replace the truck’s mirror. It didn’t. So, at 4, when Lion asked if we were going to do anything, I decided we should play. However, I wasn’t prepared.

We’ve both bought toys recently that we haven’t used. Lion’s latest acquisition is an inflatable, vibrating butt plug. I wanted to use it but I wasn’t sure if we should since Lion had injured himself near his eye. I thought the increased pressure of him on his knees would hurt. I picked out a finger vibrator that we hadn’t used either. Lion didn’t want that. I was already at a loss for what to do so we went back to the inflatable butt plug.

Uninflated, it went in very easily. When I tried to inflate it, Lion said he needed an enema. For some reason, I never think about enemas before we do anal play. Things went much better after the enema. Unfortunately, the vibration didn’t do a thing for Lion. I’m surprised the Magic Wand works so well. Lion suggested it might work better with him on his back. It didn’t.

Once I removed the butt plug, I gave Lion a handjob. To me, there was nothing different about this handjob from any other time. I don’t think the butt plug added anything. Then again, I was not on the receiving end. It may have made all the difference in the world to Lion. I was able to get him very close to the edge and that’s all that matters. [Lion — It didn’t feel any diferent]

When I went to make dinner, Lion grumbled about being horny and frustrated. Ever the sympathetic mate, I told him he wouldn’t be so frustrated if he didn’t make me edge him. Of course, he didn’t make me do anything. And being frustrated is part of the fun of enforced male chastity.

I am not really sure how milking went last night. It was our first attempt. As a guess, I’d say Lion was able to stay on his knees for somewhere around five minutes. It might have been more. I rarely time things. He said it felt good and he seemed happy. Of course, that could be because it was something different. He was hard and moaned from time to time. I know he liked it.

Lion in male milking position
Lion in milking position. His balls do get in the way.


My issue was trying to find a position that was both comfortable and allowed a good grip. His balls kept getting in the way. I’ll lasso them tonight. I also said I’d wrangle them. Lots of good cowboy talk. Once the boys are out of the way I can get a better grip or at least figure out what I can accomplish when I can see what I’m doing.


I also discovered that I can kill many birds with one stone. If I tie his balls up, he’ll be more turned on. I can shove a butt plug in for added (dis)comfort. I can swat him from time to time. All things that help arouse Lion.

male milking
Lion’s balls tied up and away to make milking easier for me.


Last night, aside from moving his balls out of the way, I tickled them and I also ran my fingers up and down his crack. I know he likes those little drive-by’s. The “threat” of my finger invading turns him on too.


I’ll be tying his balls tonight but I think I shouldn’t do all the other things. I want to see how excited he gets from just the milking. We’ll start out with a few scoops of ice cream before we add the hot fudge and sprinkles. (Lion has been eating a lot of ice cream since having his tooth pulled.)


Maybe we’ll get back into anal play because of milking. I’ll be in the neighborhood.

Mrs. Lion talked about it lately, I’m in a sexual slump. It may be that I have a stomach virus, which is now on the way out. Mrs. Lion appears to have the same thing. In any case, I’m not interested in sex, and I haven’t had an erection in days. Every time something like this happens, I wonder if it’s the end of the line for me. We’d be quite a couple — both of us with no libidos.

Mrs. Lion isn’t willing to quit yet. For that matter, neither am I. It’s a little awkward being a sex blogger and not feeling horny. I’ve also been pretty tired. Neither of us has been sleeping very well. It seems that every time I wake up in the middle of the night and reach across the bed, I find Mrs. Lion’s hand, and she holds mine. I’m not sure that means she’s awake, but it feels delicious to have company in the middle of the night.

One of the problems associated with writing a daily post is that it’s impossible to skip over dry periods. It’s easier for me because I frequently write about topics other than what’s going on in my life right now. Mrs. Lion is our self-appointed historian, and when nothing much is happening, she finds herself with little to write about. Sometimes, she is saved by a provocative comment that she can post about.

We both love comments on our posts. We love some more than others. I like the fact that this is an interactive medium. If we didn’t want comments, it’s a simple option not to allow them. I feel that some of our regular commenters are friends. Their feedback and advice are often constructive. Other regular commenters remind me how difficult it is to successfully communicate about an odd set of kinks like ours.

I’m not always sure why I like something or want it. A good example is anal training. The idea turns me on, yet when Mrs. Lion is training me, it doesn’t feel good. The same is true of play spanking. I get turned on by the idea, but while things are happening to me, I don’t find it hot it all. Go figure!

There are a lot of contradictions in the way I think about sexual things. Even my interest in domestic discipline has some roots in the sexual thrill of thinking about spanking. I think this is true of most guys who receive disciplinary spankings from their partners. It’s not that it’s arousing to be spanked for doing something wrong, it isn’t. The sexual component for me is more complicated: it’s exciting to think about the fact that I put myself in a position to be spanked.

Maybe it’s not a good idea to think too deeply about things that turn you on. I remember reading a post written by a woman attempting to explain why men allow themselves to be punished, particularly by spanking, even though they hate it.

Her contention is that male sexuality being what it is, allows a man to feel aroused thinking about being spanked simply because it’s arousing to be humiliated that way and expose his naked bottom to his partner. She was quick to point out that this is not rational. I agree it isn’t. But it is a turn on for me. The weird thing, she claimed, was that even after many experiences with unpleasant, disciplinary spankings, the same sexual feelings brought him back for more punishment when needed.

erect spanking
I obviously don’t exactly hate being spanked. I often have a nice erection when the spanking is started. It’s true that it doesn’t last very long.

When I read that, I admit that it struck a chord with me. It’s true that what I think about being spanked, I feel a little rush and I get a nice tingle between my legs. When a spanking is imminent, and Mrs. Lion instructs me to get in position, there is no tingle at all. I still do it anyway. As I recall, when we first began disciplinary spankings, I would get an erection when Mrs. Lion told me I was about to be spanked. The erection wouldn’t last very long after she started, but I was hard until a minute or two after she began.

My point is that I am obviously attracted to certain activities which end up being very uncomfortable. More puzzling is the fact that I continue to be attracted to those same activities long after I’ve experienced over and over their unpleasant consequences. I’m not alone in this. Even some of our harshest critics admit to paying people to spank them.

There are deep sexual connections to actions that have strong power symbolism. I have to admit that allowing myself to be spanked and anally penetrated are very clearly sexually submissive activities. It’s less clear why I would want something that I love to hate to turn into something that is intended to make me unhappy. I’m thinking about the fact that I want Mrs. Lion to punish me for doing things that upset her. I completely agree with her choice of spanking as the best way to do this.

She’s commented that she feels bad that by punishing me with the paddle, she’s taking away something I found exciting in the past. That’s why she frequently refers to “play” spankings is something she would like to do again.

large dildo going up lion's ass
I can’t stay hard when my ass is being penetrated. In this picture, a 1-3/4 inch diameter dildo is slowly pegging me.

I’m not sure whether that will work. I don’t think that I’ve fixated on the idea that spanking is for punishment alone. I just think I expect punishments to go a certain way. I also worry that if I get something that is usually a punishment as a form of play, it can be emotionally confusing to me. I do know that I haven’t craved any BDSM spanking for quite a while. Even thinking about it doesn’t turn me on.

All this could change in the blink of an eye. Under the right circumstances, I could get very aroused thinking about a paddle hitting my bottom. I don’t know what those circumstances might be. That’s not entirely true. If Mrs. Lion wants to play a spanking game, I will probably find that quite hot. When we played our NFL football game, I would end up getting over 100 hard swats in the course of a game. I found it very hot. Go figure!