Category: Cock and ball torture

We didn’t get as early a start as Lion would like last night. I let my hair dry a little bit after my shower so I wouldn’t be dripping all over him. And then I went looking for the tiny clothespins. I wasn’t really going to put them on the head of his cock. It was more for shock value. I had to look around a bit before I found the bag with the bag of tiny clothespins. In addition to the tiny clothespins were plastic clothespins, some cock rings, the Velcro and a few other things. Lion hates the Velcro so I decided to use it for shock value too.

The last time we used Velcro, it left a sore spot on my weenie. I’m not sure if it just hit a sensitive spot or maybe I had it too tight. It took a while for the sore to heal and Lion hasn’t wanted to use it since. I say that as if he’s ever wanted to use it. I found it in Home Depot and decided it would be a good toy. And it has been. Until the sore spot developed.

When I suggested using it last night, Lion said it was too dangerous. It could seriously injure him if it’s too tight. I thought this was a bit dramatic. Obviously anything could injure him if we aren’t careful. I could tie his balls too tight and injure him. I could injure his rectum with a toy during anal play if I’m not careful. I didn’t give any of these examples out loud. This was a monologue in my head while I tried to get him hard.

[Lion — That velcro really hurts if she puts it on while I’m soft. I suppose that if it was too terrible, I wouldn’t get hard while it was on me. I trust Mrs. Lion. I’ll keep my mouth shut in the future.]

velcro on Lion's weenie
Too much? Naaah! That bottom
band is really choking him.

He added that I wouldn’t necessarily make it too tight. Too late! I was already in less of a mood to play with him. It bothered me that he seemed to think I’d do something intentionally to hurt him. If indeed, the Velcro was too tight and that caused the sore spot, it was definitely unintentional. As a matter of fact, I put it on him before he gets very hard and I know I have to loosen it as it starts to get tight. It’s not my first rodeo. Accidents do happen, so I’m leaving the possibility open that it might have been too tight that night. But that’s not to say it would have been too tight last night or that I wouldn’t have adjusted it as needed.

As I went on my merry way getting him excited, he glanced at me. I wondered why. He said he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. He meant the tiny clothespins. At that point, I didn’t care if they came out or not. “Can we just get this over with?” is what I was thinking. But I didn’t say anything. I know I could have pulled out the Velcro despite his comment. And I probably should have. But that seemed like a petty “oh yeah?” move. So I took out two of the not-the-tiniest clothespins and teased him with them.

I didn’t actually put them on the head of his cock. I put them along the line of skin at the base of his cock. I won’t say they didn’t hurt but it was certainly not as bad as where I threatened to put them. The skin moved around while I jerked him off and that made the clothespins move and that made Lion wince. Mission accomplished. Not-so-tiny little clothespins for the win.

Eventually, Lion hit his plateau again and we stopped. He said he was hornier than he had been before we played. I figure if I keep at it he’ll be horny enough to make it to the edge. That’s my theory at least.

I admit that I was skeptical. Mrs. Lion suggested resuming play spankings and to inaugurate their resumption she brought in her heavy, rubber paddle from the camper. Wednesday night was dark and stormy. It really was! The wind was howling and a power failure was threatened. Mrs. Lion did a lot of work preparing us for that possibility. She dragged our generator out of the storeroom, brought out some gas cans, got our lanterns ready, and made sure we both had flashlights at hand. After a whole day’s work, I figured she would be too tired for anything else.

I was wrong. She brought out the rubber paddle and said, “Want to play?”

Predictably, I agreed. What followed was exciting fun. Mrs. Lion combined hand spanking with the use of the paddle. I may have yelped once or twice, but in general, the spanking was pure pleasure. I guess it’s true that we can have both fun spanking and punishment spanking. She took her time. When she was done, she told me to roll over. I obediently followed her instruction. Then she took a long time masturbating me. I didn’t get exactly to the edge, but I got damn close.

She combined intense rubbing with much slower, deliberate strokes. I started “helping” her. And for a little while, she let me hump her hand. I really love that. After a very short while, she took over jerking me off. I could feel myself starting to plateau. She noticed too. She stopped leaving me breathing quite hard and clearly wanting more. She told me that we would continue on Thursday night and she would leave me wanting even more than I wanted Wednesday. I believe her.

Wednesday night was the first time in a very long time that we played this way. Maybe we had sunk into a routine that wasn’t doing either of us much good. Perhaps starting earlier and using more energy is good for us. It is certainly good for me. I’m writing this post on Thursday and I can tell you that I’ve been horny since I woke up this morning.

Even though we are active, kinky lions, it’s very easy for us to fall into ruts that may seem comfortable at first, but invariably lead us in a direction neither of us wants. When we first started playing, long before we got married, Mrs. Lion admitted that she was concerned she would get bored with me and the things I liked. At the time I was confused by this. After all, if all the variety I liked was boring can you imagine how dull vanilla sex would be for her?

I get the idea now. It wasn’t that she was concerned about the activities being boring, just that without a great deal of personal involvement, she might be bored providing me with these services. When Mrs. Lion’s libido disappeared, my concern about this issue grew stronger. All this is for me. What’s in it for her? This still worries me a little.

lion's balls tied tight

One way I think we get past it is that Mrs. Lion is more than a service provider. She’s in charge. She may not get turned on doing all this kinky stuff to me, but she has an opportunity to take pride in her skill delivering it. For example, I know she’s proud of the fact that she’s gone from someone who was afraid she’d injure me with light love taps to a very effective disciplinary spanker. Her skills have grown in other kinky arts as well. She is brilliant at CBT. She can tie up my cock and balls in a myriad of ways. When she ties them tightly with my balls separated, jerking me off is accompanied by the rhythm of my balls banging on the bed or my legs. I think she likes that.

The jury may still be out in terms of anal play. For a long time, she was unable to make any real progress. Now, she is able to get a full four fingers up my ass. I am pretty sure her thumb will be joining them in the very near future. Then it’s just a matter of working the knuckles in before she’s completely fisted me. I’m pretty sure she never imagined this is a skill she wanted to acquire. Perhaps she will enjoy her new proficiency.

From my perspective, I like the fact that once I set her off in a new direction, she takes over and I no longer decide how much or when she does those activities. We’ve reestablished our respective roles: It’s my job to experience and appreciate what she does to and for me. It’s her job to initiate and perpetuate those things she would like to do. Together, we enjoy her progress and success.

Even though in a lot of cases her success means more discomfort for me, I can still feel proud of her for becoming what I asked her to be. Lioness 3.0 is absolutely here to stay. I hope that makes her as happy as it makes me.

I reminded Mrs. Lion about the prickly jockstrap on Friday night. She had forgotten that she said she was going to use it. I need to learn to keep my big mouth shut. Anyway, we had to struggle a little getting it on correctly. I still think we need to do some adjusting. The trick is to get it above the hip bone and then tighten it around the waist so that I can’t slip off. That’s a bit more difficult for me since I have very narrow hips. The trick there is to wait to fix the leg straps until the waist is correctly cinched. Based on her post yesterday, she has plans to continue using it. The leather on the straps will soften as they are worn.

For the record, those little prickles do dig in especially when I move. When I was lying down, a few of them were embedded in the tip of my penis. They aren’t long enough to draw blood, but I knew they were there. This is one of those toys that you really can’t share. It requires very good cleaning, even sterilization just to safely use on one person. I’m going to have to find some cleaning solution to make sure those nasty little points stay germ-free. Actually, they probably don’t need to be that clean since they are too small to puncture my skin. They’re just long enough to be very uncomfortable. It’s an odd feeling when you have to move wearing jockstrap. I know it will hurt but I don’t know where in my tender genitals the next prickle will occur.

I suppose a device like that is automatic CBT. Strap it on and it does the rest. I think the new toy that Mrs. Lion is getting me for my Christmas present requires more active participation on her part. It’s a bondage device that doesn’t inflict any serious discomfort on its own. Well maybe it does. It has some nasty little nipple clamps attached to a chain, which in turn is attached to me. If the chain is short enough, any movement on my part will tug on those nasty little alligator clips.

Yup, she’s right, I do like bondage. I’m getting excited just writing about it. I’m sure that’s why I am so fond of male chastity devices. They represent a special kind of bondage. It’s the kind Mrs. Lion likes best. Once locked on, doesn’t require any other effort on her part. The thing about full-time bondage devices, like the male chastity cages, is that after a relatively short time they aren’t physically exciting. Sure, thinking about them is a turn on. Actually wearing one becomes more of an inconvenience.

This isn’t true if you’re new to enforced male chastity. When it’s new, it’s very exciting all the time. Every attempted erection adds to the thrill. After a while, and by a while I mean years of wearing one, the excitement wears off and the device becomes part of me. At that point, it’s just an inconvenience when I try to pee. That doesn’t mean it’s lost its utility. Every attempted erection reminds me that I don’t have any control over sex.

Of course, I know that I had don’t have any control over sex whether or not my cock is locked into a chastity device or not. It’s impossible to explain how this feels. I think that every guy who has spend years locked in a chastity device “forgets” how to get himself off. At least that’s true of me. Some guys are allowed to jerk off when the device is removed and their keyholders tell them to relieve themselves. That’s not true in my case. On day one of our male chastity adventure, I was told I may never masturbate again, ever.

Recently, when Mrs. Lion has had difficulty getting me to the edge, I wonder if she doesn’t slightly regret that decision. The only way I can help get myself more aroused is to hump her hand. My hand isn’t allowed to participate. I must admit that I really like humping her hand. It’s very exciting. It’s particularly fun when she simply holds her hand still, gripping my cock, and lets me provide all the stimulating motion. If I get too excited, she simply releases her grip.

I wonder what it would be like to do that while wearing the prickly jockstrap. You see, it has a fly. I have a feeling it would be very difficult to do it while those little teeth were biting into me. I probably couldn’t keep it up. I don’t think I want to try.

Hand humping is one of the few activities I can perform that directly affects my sexual stimulation. So far, I have had very few opportunities to do it. Almost all of my sexual activities consist of Mrs. Lion jerking me off. Occasionally, about, about 30% of the time and she lets me come, I get oral attention. If you factor in the times I am edged and teased, well under 5% of the time I get any stimulation other than Mrs. Lion’s hand. She literally holds my sex life in her hand.

I have mixed feelings about that. It isn’t that I don’t enjoy it. I love it when she jerks me off. I love it when she edges me. I have mixed feelings about her using lube. Sometimes it feels great. More of the time, I feel less stimulated than when her dry hand is around my cock. When she tickles my balls, I really get turned on. I know that other men have more sexual variety. I think I would like that. But it doesn’t matter. My sexual pleasure almost always rests in the palm of Mrs. Lion’s hand.

clothespins arn;t just for laundry

Mrs. Lion has lots of these. They never touch clothes. She likes to put them on my most tender spots.

Every so often, I wander around the Web to see what others are up to. Invariably, I remind myself of my uncle when I do this. He would read the newspaper and start yelling at it when he came across a story that upset him. I find myself reading some blogs and shaking my head saying not-very-softly, “You’ve got to be kidding!”

Most blogs are not widely read. I find them by going to various aggregator pages that list blogs. There is one blog in particular written by someone in England that professes to be by a woman who spends her free time torturing her poor husband. She’s fairly successful. At least I think she is. She has a number of “books” that she sells. These books are either collections of her posts or longer, more detailed versions of what she writes in her blog.

I suppose it’s possible that she’s really female and really torments her poor husband. Of course, this is all right if it’s fully consensual. She gets comments from other “women” who elaborate on things they do to their husbands. I tend to be a critical reader. I spent decades in the BDSM community so I have a pretty good idea of what people do to each other. This woman (I use the word figuratively) likes to put capsaicin products on her husband’s penis. She likes to watch him writhe in pain after she does this. The only problem with this is that the least sensitive place to put such things is on the penis. Mrs. Lion has put very hot stuff on the head of my penis. Yes, it is a bit of a burn, but it is nothing like the same stuff on my balls. Similarly, this blogger claims to apply stinging nettles to his defenseless cock. I could see that that would be very uncomfortable. Again, if her goal was to make him truly miserable, that would be my last choice of spots to put it. Nettles applied to the anus and balls, not to mention the perineum would have a much more severe effect.

The only reason I bring this up is that I believe the choice of location to torment this man is founded more on male fantasy than actual female cruelty. Over the years, I’ve experienced cock and ball torture (CBT) from some good players. Mrs. Lion enjoys doing it to me. I’ve seen very few women who focus their attention on the penis. Yes, clothespins do end up on my cock. Mostly, they are attached to my scrotum. The balls offer a great deal more surface area and create a lot more anxiety in the man, since we instinctively protect them far more than we do our cocks.

clothespins on lion's balls

Mrs. Lion keeps my penis pain free so she can keep me hard and laugh about how aroused I am even when I am in pain.
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Even if they have no intention of making sexual use of the penis, the CBT practitioners I’ve known don’t spend much time on the erect penis. For one thing, there isn’t a lot of stuff you can do to it that is safe, painful, and will keep his hard penis from going soft. My point is that we males are far more likely to fantasize about things happening to our penises than we are our scrotum. I believe that’s what makes such tales giveaways. Based on my experience, women tend to focus on our rear ends and balls. We, on the other hand, like to think about being teased, albeit painfully, by action happening to our cocks. So when men write about CBT, the penis is the focus. When women write about it, they have a much broader view.

If you think about it, the female perspective makes much more sense. If the penis is left relatively unhurt, it is available for sexual stimulation while painful activities are going on just below it. Mrs. Lion likes to tease me about the fact that I must “like” those painful clothespins since I have an erection while she applies them. It’s hard to deny that. If she put my penis into pain, attempts to stimulate it would just hurt and wouldn’t get me more aroused.

Anyway, this is a sort of stuff I growl at the screen about. One other kind of interesting observation is that both men and women think of the penis as “aggressive”. It’s the penetrator. You might think that this would suggest hurting it would be a way to prove it is not invincible. However, it’s far more humiliating to see that it can be manipulated into being aroused in the face of painful activity going on in its immediate vicinity. It shows that its possessor, the male, really doesn’t have much control over it at all. The female, however, can make it hard or soft at will. To me, at least, that’s a demonstration of real power.

Maybe that’s why so many women like to focus on genitals when they do BDSM on a man. Both symbolically and actually, our external genitals are the center of male vulnerability. Mrs. Lion certainly understands that.

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