Category: Body Waxing

lion anal discomfort

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday, I got Autoblown. This is our latest male sex toy acquisition. It felt a little strange having my favorite sex toy (Mrs. Lion) sitting next to me while this new electric appliance pumped away. We plan to use it a few more times. Like most sex toys, it takes some time and testing before it can do its best work.

Aside from my native curiosity and the fact that I plan to write a comparison of male sex toys, the original motivation for getting it came from the realization that it was taking me a very long time to reach the edge. I reasoned that if Mrs. Lion had the help of a mechanical device it would spare her hands and mouth a lot of extra work. Once the mechanical sex machine got me reasonably close, I figured she could take over. Of course, the first problem is finding a sex machine that can get me reasonably close. I’m not an easy customer.

Autoblow ai. It felt good, but not great.

While I can’t claim that this first Autoblow experience was even close to orgasmic, it kept me hard the entire time we were using it and I had a semi-erection for quite some time after it came off. That’s pretty good considering that I was distracted by the need to wash off the lube.

I’m very sure that I’m over the hump so to speak since during my recent slump I almost never got an erection for nearly 3 weeks. Things are definitely perking up. Unfortunately, my wild days are numbered. The Evotion chastity device will probably get to me within the next couple of weeks. The folks at Evotion have the device ready but need locks for it. I’m very impressed that they use the German-made locks instead of the much cheaper, fairly low quality, Chinese versions. European products are much more secure. It’s fairly easy to pick a Chinese chastity lock. I saw a guy do it in a YouTube video using a foil condom wrapper. That is definitely not the case with the German product.

I’m probably within a week or two of needing waxing again. Mrs. Lion said that she really hates waxing my legs and she may send me to a professional to do that part of my anatomy. Mrs. Lion has become a very proficient waxer. At the same time, the hair grows back sparser and thinner. That also helps speed things up for her. My legs are several treatments behind the rest of me. That hair still grows back fairly thick and heavy. It won’t last under steady waxing.

mrs lion removed all of lion's body hair
Mrs. Lion is okay giving me a Lion-kini and chest waxing, but hates doing my legs.

We will probably resume anal training very soon. As with spanking, each time Mrs. Lion penetrates me she is more confident and less concerned about my verbal feedback. Before anyone gets upset that she doesn’t listen to me, she does but my verbal reactions to what she is doing turn out to be less reliable than what she can feel directly. There’s a certain amount of discomfort involved in anal training. As in all things, Mrs. Lion is the best judge of how much she should push me each time.

This is all within limits that I can handle. If I am really in trouble I can safeword and she will stop at once. There are times, maybe too many when I would rather she stop before she really should. It’s that time after I want her to stop and before it’s really too much for me that represents my best opportunity for growth.

The same is true of spanking. We both share the goal that a spanking should be felt for at least a day after it was administered. A few years ago, Mrs. Lion tried starting out with very hard swats. She couldn’t get past seven or eight before I rolled away. Two things were going on: The first was that I was unable to develop a tolerance for the sensation. The second was that I didn’t have enough experience to understand fully what I was feeling.

Over time, she learned that she needed to build up the force more gradually. When she did that, I was better able to manage the sensation. It did mean that at the beginning of spanking, it didn’t hurt very much. It turned out that was a great benefit. During that relatively painless time, I was able to adjust mentally and physically. When she stepped up the speed and intensity, the pain grew but not so much that I couldn’t hold still. Over time, she was able to do more and more as I learned to manage the sensations. Now, she has no trouble making me feel a spanking for a day or two after she’s finished. I also can tolerate it, but hate every minute. Job well done.

Anal training isn’t too different. The objective isn’t necessarily to cause me pain. It’s to teach me to relax enough to accept whatever she wishes to insert, even her entire hand. Just as with being trained to take a spanking, I have to learn to convert the unpleasant sensations into relaxing my sphincter muscles to allow her to complete penetration. Eventually, she will be able to do that.

I knew someone years ago who fisted all of the men she dated. She told me that with patience she could generally get the job done in the first session in less than an hour. I told her that I was pretty sure it would take more than that for me. We never got to try.

One of the things I like best about our power exchange is that I have to grow to meet Mrs. Lion’s requirements. I know that she doesn’t really want to hurt me, but she understands my need to accept her in every way possible. We both learned that spanking has moved from being a BDSM activity I’ve always enjoyed to becoming an excellent way to train me. Now that she has learned that things can only get better when she does this, she is far more willing to advance my education.

Lion survived his punishment, but he bled all over my paddle again. I think his buns are just not used to being swatted anymore. I’ve been too nice. I really do need to “catch” him doing the things he’s obviously doing. I’ve been growling but I need to let my paddle do the talking.

I finished the Lion waxing yesterday. I’m sure I missed patches. I always do, but I tell Lion he gets what he paid for. I told Lion he should pay to have someone do his legs. I’ll do the upper thighs but I hate doing his legs. He says he’s fine if I do his whole thigh and leave the rest furry. I think that looks silly and that means I still have to do legs. At least it will be a while before I have to do any of it again.

And, of course, Lion was horny. I don’t think he liked it very much when I just did a drive-by with my hand. His breath would quicken as I got close and then I’d stop short. Then I’d do it again. Eventually I touched him but I never actually stroked him. I’m sure he was frustrated but not the good kind of frustrated. Too bad. I waxed him and spanked him. That’s a lot of attention even if it wasn’t the kind of attention he was hoping for.

This morning, Lion reminded me it’s punishment day right away. He’s not taking any chances on forgetting again. He got the coffee ready too. He really does try to follow the rules.

My task now is to make sure I enforce the rules. When he interrupts or annoys me, I need to tell him. I know he knows he’s doing it. I don’t think he does it on purpose, but I’m sure he’s waiting for me to catch him when he does it. I’ll work on it. Now that his shoulder hurts less, maybe I’ll have less sympathy for him. He may still be a wounded Lion but he’s not in as much pain. I guess he’s fair game again. (I’m not really sure I was lenient because he was hurting, but it sounds like a good excuse.)

Sex and discipline are back in the lions’ den

hairless lion butt

After Mrs. Lion’s waxing, I am clean and hairless all over. Horny too, but you can’t see the proof on the other side of me :).

Things have certainly heated up here in the Lions’ den. Mrs. Lion seems to be back to her old, feisty self. On Sunday afternoon she waxed my chest, shoulders, pits, and some of my legs. She also touched up the Lionzilian where some hair had grown back.

That’s not all. After her shower, we were in bed together chatting. I interrupted her. She immediately told me what I did. I asked her if this was a spankable offense. She gave me an arch look and said, “Of course.”

A little while later she got her heavy, spanking spoon and told me to get in position. She then gave me a sound spanking that had to stop a bit prematurely because the heavy paddle broke some skin and blood was getting in the way.

After she cleaned me up, Mrs. Lion told me to go into the bathroom, which of course, I did. She proceeded to soap my mouth thoroughly with her hands and then inserted the bar of soap in my mouth and instructed me to bite down. I stood in front of the sink, a pathetic figure, foaming at the mouth, soap and saliva dripping down my hairless chest.

I stood there soapy saliva dripping from my mouth for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she came back and told me I could take the soap out of my mouth and rinse. It’s a good thing we use hypoallergenic Dove soap. It doesn’t taste good, but it also doesn’t have a very strong flavor. I think I will be getting a lot of experience tasting that soap. It’s going to become Mrs. Lion’s go to funishment. It does the trick. I thoroughly dislike it and it isn’t anywhere near as harsh as a disciplinary spanking.

Anyway, after my mouth had a chance to recover, Mrs. Lion snuggled over to me in bed. She began rubbing the inside of my thigh — that feels so good. I not-so-subtly hinted that I would like more penile attention. She rolled over, played with my penis a little and then put the tip in her mouth running her tongue over that sensitive spot under the head. She stopped. I asked her if she liked that. She said she likes it when I get hard in her mouth. I told her that I like that too. Agreeable aren’t I?

She then asked me to scoot up in bed and she moved to the bottom of the bed and knelt between my open legs. I pulled my knees up to make more room for her and she settled in with my cock in her mouth. That is the best feeling! She spent some time sucking it making me thoroughly aroused and then simply stopped. Bummer! She told me that she liked making me horny. I told her that she did a very good job.

What she did is different from our traditional teasing. In the past, she would work on me until I got right to the edge of orgasm and then stop. She would rinse and repeat. I would be left a sweating, quivering mass of desire. More recently, I’ve had a lot of trouble getting to the edge. Most of our sessions ended with Mrs. Lion being more frustrated than me.

Her approach last night was very different. She worked hard to get me as excited as she could. She didn’t worry about getting me to the edge. She just tried to turn me on as much as she could with the energy she had for the time she wanted to spend. It was very effective. Our original pattern of edging as teasing has to change unless I learn to get there more quickly. In the meantime, Mrs. Lion has figured out how to make me tree-humping horny without working up a sweat and exhausting herself.

mrs lion removed all of lion's body hair

I am a hairless lion again!

As I wrote last week, I ordered an electronic assistant to help Mrs. Lion. This device is the F1 male pleasure machine. It has an internal computer with 10 sensors (I have no idea where they go) and a silicone sleeve in which the penis is inserted. It is then supposed to create strong sensations without numbing the cock. The idea is that Mrs. Lion can use this device to do the hard work of getting me close to the edge. Then she can take over with her hand and do her usual magic. We should have it in about a week. I look forward to reviewing it for you.

I am very happy that Mrs. Lion is adjusting to my physical change. I’m even happier that she’s back in lioness 3.0 mode. She’s let me know (by email yesterday) that she expects I will be needing spanking fairly soon. Of course, that’s up to me. Clearly, I have to watch my behavior.

I’m taking this change to mean that Mrs. Lion is feeling much more in control with non-Lion issues around here. She’s done a good job opening up our living room. I think she has a better sense of how the rest of our unpacking will go. In any case, I’m happy that she has decided to normalize our life.

Activities like waxing my body represent effort that is usually low priority for Mrs. Lion. I don’t think she particularly enjoys doing it and can come up with a lot of other things that are more important. The same is probably true of our misdemeanor punishments. Or, let’s face it, our entire disciplinary relationship.

You’ll note that enforced male chastity isn’t on that list of things that might be less important. I don’t think it’s a statement that Mrs. Lion prioritizes it above other things. It’s just that we’ve been so consistent with it, it’s an ingrained part of our marriage. This is our sex life. The other stuff is comparatively new and hasn’t been as consistently followed.

We both believe that once Mrs. Lion sets her mind and consistently enforces both rules and spankable offenses, those activities will join enforced male chastity as an almost-unconscious component of the way we relate.

Things like waxing, do fall into a different category. It’s really a nice service for me that she provides. It makes me feel more important to her. I know that she is largely indifferent to whether or not I have body hair. I think it looks better when I don’t. In any case, I really like that she takes the time and energy to keep me hairless. It’s arousing to me to see how I look when she’s done. I’ve always removed pubic hair. So seeing that I have no hair down there is just normal to me. However, seeing no hair on my chest, under my arms, or on my legs is always a little visually surprising. It feels different too. I’m very happy that Mrs. Lion has taken the time to clean me up.

I realize that resuming these activities chew into time Mrs. Lion could use for other things. All I can say is that even though it feels a little selfish of me, I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. Thank you Mrs. Lion!

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!]