BDSM

Several days ago I started taking Prevagen to see if I could improve my brain function. Ironically, that’s about the time I started having headaches and a foggier brain. Headache is one of the side effects so I didn’t take it this morning. I’m hoping the headache and fog wear off today. I certainly don’t need any help having trouble thinking.

Yesterday, Lion told me I need to stand my ground. If I want him to have an orgasm, he should have an orgasm. He doesn’t want to influence me. I think that ship has sailed. How can he not influence me? Everything from what’s for breakfast (he wanted English muffins and I wanted bagels) to when he should have an orgasm (he thinks he should wait). But the hardest part right now is the brain fog and headache. I just don’t care what we have for breakfast or when he has an orgasm. Concepts more involved than where I parked the car are not something I want to deal with right now. Should he be spanked for asking for the cage to be put on? Fog. Do I want fries with that? Fog. We didn’t play last night because of my head. I’m determined to play tonight regardless of what it feels like.

Lion was complaining (not annoyingly) that he was itchy near the cage. I’ll have to unlock him before he takes a shower so he can make sure to clean under it. And then I’ll leave it off till we play. Yes, I trust him. I’m sure he can make it a few hours without the cage. If I have to put it back on after the shower, it will stay on until tomorrow. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.

We haven’t been using the Box O’Fun. When we play, we’ve been coming up with our own ideas of what to do. This is fine. This is great, actually. As long as we keep going with it, we don’t need the box. It’s just there to make sure we don’t stall out. Sometimes doing the same things over and over can get boring. Yes, I said I get bored sometimes. That’s what I meant all those years ago when I said things could get boring. Tie up the balls, clothespins, tie up the balls, butt plug, tie up the balls, clothespins. Boring. When we leave it to chance, there’s an element of danger. Oh no, will he get Icy Hot this time? Come on butt plug!! Damn! Tiny clothespins. Also, by asking Lion if he has a preference, I’m allowing him to avoid something he’s really not in the mood for. Is he ever in the mood for Icy Hot? Maybe not, but I’m sure there are times he’s more open to it.

The key to all of this is to have fun. If we don’t change it up from time to time, it can get to be less fun. Dare I say, boring? Lion’s already said he’s bored with handjobs. That was a blanket statement. I’m sure if I threw one in every once in a while he’d be fine with it. Soon he may tire of blow jobs. I try to keep them interesting. A little extra pressure there. Maybe a little more suction. Slower strokes. I like to try to perfect my technique. I’m sure Lion appreciates it. [Lion — I do!!!]

I had a headache Tuesday night and another on Wednesday night. This morning I woke up with one. It quickly morphed into a migraine. I’d say Lion doesn’t have a hope in hell for play tonight, but it might feel better later. I never know. Last night I asked what he wanted to do. He said he doesn’t get a choice. Hello? I’ve been asking the past few days. If I didn’t want him to have a say, I wouldn’t have asked. He said he could always go for clothespins and then quickly added that he meant regular wood clothespins. Bummer. Well, he might get his choice but I can put a twist on it.

I wasn’t going to swing all the way to the nasty dollhouse clothespins. I’m not that mean. However, we just did the regular clothespins not too long ago. I put a bunch on him the other day and avoided the stripe up the middle. This time I grabbed the clothespins with the grip tape on them. They’re mean too, but nowhere near as mean as the little ones. And I put them straight up the stripe. There are some spots that really hurt. I made sure I was at least close to them if I didn’t entirely hit them. My weenie was very excited. It’s interesting how the weenie enjoys himself even though the surrounding area is hurting. Of course, when the tiny clothespins are on the head, the weenie still enjoys himself. He’s a strange little being.

I still sucked Lion after I was done with the clothespins. He got close and had a very good time, but he still ended rather abruptly. I’m not sure why. As long as he’s enjoying himself along the way, I won’t get too concerned that he can’t last long. But when I decide it’s time for an orgasm, he better look like being ready. (I talk a good game but what can I really do if he’s not ready. Even if I spank him, it probably won’t change anything.) All I can do is keep at it until I get him off. Poor me, having to suck him more. Good thing I love doing it.

It is a very hot day here in the PNW (Pacific NorthWest), as they say. We’re supposed to top 90. When we first moved here, people told us it never goes above 80. They also told us it never snowed on this side of the mountains. The first winter we got snow and the second summer hit 100. Never listen to people.

We are able to keep mostly cool with our fans and portable air conditioners. However, for some reason, they seem to blow directly on Lion all the time. He’s freezing while I’m roasting. It’s really only an issue when we’re playing. I work up a sweat doing things to him and he has trouble staying in the mood if he’s cold. It’s a good thing it doesn’t stay too hot or cold for long around here.

Our compromise last night was to turn off the A/C and turn on the window fan. I got enough air circulation across my back while I sucked him to near orgasm. He was very close. Outside temperature not included, he says the Lion weather is very tropical. Today is day eight (I asked) and he was both disappointed and grateful he hadn’t had an orgasm last night. He likes to wait. I like it when he’s very horny. I guess it all works out fine.

I didn’t feel like doing any anal stuff last night so I asked Lion if he had any requests. He wondered what I was thinking. I suggested tying his balls up. I wasn’t really surprised when he agreed to that. I can usually count on him to want something tied up.

I’m not sure if either of us will want to do anal tonight either. Eventually, I guess we’ll have to, but I think you really have to be in the mood to do it and to receive it. I’m not pushing. As long as we come up with other things to do, we can do a la carte.

Let’s face it, we are all affected by the insanity around us. I spend too much of my time worrying about whether I will be called back to work from furlough. This is incredibly tiring. It may be depressing my interest in sex. I certainly have too much time to think about things. It’s probably not going to surprise you that I don’t spend a lot of my time thinking about male chastity. That’s a game with few rules and very easy for me to follow.

In fact, I don’t have to do anything. Mrs. Lion lets me stew in my own juices until she thinks I’m ready and then if I’m lucky, she will make me ejaculate. It’s fun, but not very complex. Similarly, wearing a chastity device is effortless as well. Once you have the size figured out and you find one that fits, all you have to do is wear it.

When we started male chastity, I wondered why I would want someone else to determine when I had a chance to enjoy sex. At that point, I was pretty tired of jerking off. I did that a couple of times a week. Mrs. Lion wasn’t particularly interested in sex. Again, not complicated even if it is frustrating. I did think that it could be fun to be sexually frustrated. I’m not sure that’s exactly right. It was exciting to anticipate the orgasm at the end of the tunnel. Being locked in a chastity device is pretty much like being a little kid waiting for Christmas. It’s all about anticipation. That’s why a wise keyholder will unlock her partner and tease him regularly. It’s like a visit to Santa. New dreams are created and anticipation grows.

Mrs. Lion seems to enjoy my reaction to being edged and then left sweating and panting. If I’m not in a chastity device, she knows that I have to control any impulse to finish the job myself. The penalty for doing that is very painful. Being edged is a little bit like being a kid looking for his presents. He finds some of them, shakes them, tests their weight, and then has to put them back untouched until Christmas. It’s fun and very frustrating.

Ultimately, enforced male chastity is a game designed to hold a man’s attention by controlling his penis. A lot of guys like it. Less, but still quite a few, women enjoy it too. There is a certain amount of fun in seeing how sexually frustrated she can get her partner. It’s the ultimate cock tease.

I like it when Mrs. Lion really gets into it. Sometimes she enjoys edging me day after day. Sure, it’s frustrating to me, but it’s also big fun. More recently, she plays with my penis pretty much every night. I don’t seem able to get to the edge in the early days after an orgasm. Eventually, she can get me to the edge. A day or two after I can be brought to the edge she gets me off. I think that it might be more fun if the wait-for-my-orgasm meter starts running after she can successfully edge me. I realize that will make my waiting longer, but I think we will both have more fun.

pick a card, any card

Lion's box of penalties
Lion’s Box O’Fun.

The most recent addition to this game is the Box O’ Fun. Now, I have to pick a card from the box and experience the “penalty” written on the card. That means there is a generally-painful price to pay before I can be teased. I think we are both enjoying this. Mrs. Lion isn’t being very strict about making me do everything that I pick. The other night, I picked “pegging”. I wasn’t in the mood, and as it turned out neither was she. So she let me pick another card. I think that’s fine. The point is that one way or another I’m going to get whatever it says on a card I pick.

After I pick a card, Mrs. Lion does not return it to the box. She puts it away. This way, I end up experiencing absolutely everything written on the cards in her box. It adds an element of suspense. When she thinks of new things, Mrs. Lion adds cards to the box. She doesn’t tell me that she’s done this. She used to have more than one card for some activities. These were things she particularly liked to do to me. Since we are doing this almost every night, I would too frequently pick the same activity on successive nights. This happened so often that we decided each activity would only be represented by one card.

I’m pretty sure that Mrs. Lion hasn’t thought about this, but there’s nothing to stop her from returning a card for an activity she particularly likes to the box after a few days pass. That way repeats would be spaced out and she would get to do the things she likes best. One card is a do-over card. This is like the “get out of jail free” card in Monopoly. If I pick that, I keep it. I can use it anytime I want. If I pick an activity I particularly hate, I can give Mrs. Lion the card and she will let me pick another activity. The card for the activity I hate goes back into the box. I am just postponing the inevitable.

There are a few anal activities in the box. When they’ve come up, Mrs. Lion and I have generally agreed to skip them for the night. It’s probably time to perform them when I pick them. I think one of the more interesting aspects of this particular play is that Mrs. Lion is free to edit and update the contents of the box at any time. That means I can’t be sure what’s left for me any night I pick a card.

It’s the BDSM version of male chastity. Mrs. Lion controls what will happen to me, but I control when it happens. That’s the effect of letting me pick from the box. Sooner or later Mrs. Lion will be using the roll-on Icy Hot on my balls. She will set a timer and I will have to endure the heat for at least that long. She also has a card for a different brand of hot stuff. It turns out that it’s just as fearsome as the maximum-strength Icy Hot. I never know how much she will apply.

Sometimes she “paints” a racing stripe from the bottom of my perineum all the way up to the base of my penis. She follows the seam on my balls. If it’s a narrow stripe, it’s much easier to endure. If she decides to slather a lot on and cover my perineum and most of my scrotum, I’m in for a very nasty, hot time. How thickly she lays it on determines how long it will keep burning me. She doesn’t have to set a timer. She can just make me wait it out. Both of those products start losing their heat from 15 to 30 minutes after they are applied. Mrs. Lion is perfectly capable of slathering a thick coating on when she wants. She’s done it before and I’m sure she will do it again.

Our experience with domestic discipline has hardened Mrs. Lion’s BDSM play. She knows that I want this and is very unlikely to react sympathetically to my expressions of discomfort. As a disciplinary wife, she has learned to spank me without regard for my reactions. She judges the intensity and duration of my spankings by a standard that’s known only to her. I no longer have any input it all. All I can do is stay in position.

The same is true of the Box O’ Fun. She performs the activity without any particular interest in my reaction. That’s not exactly true. I think she carefully observes me. However, she doesn’t let my objections stop her. She’s going to go on until she decides she is finished. That’s lioness 3.0!