Category: Erections

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.

We were considering dinner out last night but neither of us were very hungry. By the time we decided to eat something in, it was pretty late. As a result, play time was late.

I tied Lion’s balls to see if that would help with his slump. I’m sorry to say it did not. Tight, stretched out balls were not the answer. Of course, it was late. But Lion is more convinced than ever that he’s broken. He’s afraid he’s permanently broken. I’m not so sure. He’s still horny. I’m wondering if it has something to do with medications. He’s making a doctor appointment to check things out.

This morning, Lion isn’t feeling well. He’s not sure if it’s kidney stones again or what. He’s in a lot of pain and I’m not sure how to help him. I’m in the helpless position of waiting for him to tell me if he needs to go to the hospital. Health issues are not the way we wanted to start 2020. I’m hoping he has whatever I had the other day. It wasn’t fun but it didn’t last too long.

With him in a lot of pain, I’m not really thinking about causing him more pain. However, I know he probably needs pain to get over his slump. Barring any organic issues, it must be a play problem. He isn’t getting what he needs to fully turn him on. It’s possible that a change of venue would help. We spend all our time in the bedroom and I’ve argued in the past that there should be some separation. Aside from my moving over to snuggle, there’s no real signal that sex is beginning. You know, in the movies and on TV someone usually says “let’s take this to the bedroom” or words to that effect. I don’t know for a fact that that would work. I just know something has to change.

I guess I could start putting clothespins or Icy Hot on the bed to foreshadow the night’s happenings. But I sort of like surprising Lion. It’s fun to get him all riled up and then bring out those evil tiny clothespins and watch his face contort. Even if I don’t use them. Even if I just bring one out and run it over the tip of his cock like I might use it. I have no idea if that would break his slump. I don’t know what will or I would have done it by now. I’m grasping at straws here.

Lion feels bad that he can’t get hard for me like he’s wasting my time. I feel bad that I can’t get him hard like I’m wasting his time. Maybe I really did do a number on him when I stopped when I was tired. Maybe that sent a message that I won’t go the extra yard to get him to the edge. I have. And I will. We’ll figure this out. Maybe we just need to stop dwelling on it. Thinking is the enemy of an erection, after all.

No, not that one!

Lion had a doctor appointment yesterday. His blood pressure was fairly low. That might be part of the reason he hasn’t been as excited lately. Well, he’s been excited. He just can’t maintain an erection. I have no doubt he’s horny and willing. However, he said something last night that causes me some concern.

Perhaps masturbation has lost its luster. I admit, that made my heart stop for a second. What does that mean? How do we fix it? Is he tired of me? All those thoughts went through my mind before my heart started again. Oh, and one other thought: does he want to masturbate himself rather than having me do it? He said maybe that’s why the vibrator had such an effect. It was something different.

Since the hand job wasn’t working (even after clothespins on his balls), I tried a blow job. That worked for a while and then he fizzled out. So much for something different.

I have a few ideas. The first is that it is the low blood pressure, at least in part. The second is that it was a little late last night. The third is that he may be so excited about anal training that he can’t get anywhere unless we do that. The fourth is that he was in a lot of pain after the doctor visit which, obviously, affects everything. I don’t know. They’re just theories.

Lucky for Lion I don’t give up that easily. I want a nice woody and I want it now! Well, not right now because I’m not with him, but tonight. I’d even go so far as to give him an orgasm if he’d give me a lasting woody. I have no idea how many days it’s been but I’m sure he’d like an orgasm. What do you say, Lion?

[Lion — It’s been ten days as of today. I am fine with edging or an orgasm.]

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.