Smooth as a Baby’s Butt
Lion is fur free from his pits to privates. I wondered if I’d have trouble since the hair was fairly long in some places. The light zapper (Lion knows the real term) we used a long time ago, had difficulty with longer hair and hair that was too light. On some level, it makes sense that wax wouldn’t care. It just glues itself to things and yanks them out. I’m assuming it would yank out loose skin if given the opportunity. On the other hand, there are spots I have to go over two or three times before the hair relents.
I’m pretty sure it’s been three months since he was waxed. He was definitely furry, but I don’t think it was growing any longer. My nose was tickled about the same from one month to the next. The hair on his balls was in no danger of reaching his knees. I know he hates to have any hair, but it wasn’t out of control.
I considered only waxing him from belly button to privates. He said it would be nice if I could do his entire chest. I thought I was being nice to do it at all, but I agreed to do his chest. I don’t need the hair on his boobies tickling my nose when we snuggle.
In the past week, he’s been spanked, given an orgasm and waxed. That’s a lot of attention all at once. Of course, he should be getting attention like that more often. The mountain of boxes, while receding, is still a work in progress. I have to figure out how to manage Lion attention and box attention. “All I’ve gotta do” is take the hour after work for box attention and then after dinner for Lion attention. Unfortunately, he’s said that after dinner attention is still too late sometimes. And if I’m whomping a butt, I should do it before dinner so he’ll be ready for any after dinner dessert. You can see how things can get complicated.
The bottom line is that Lion is more important than any boxes. He gets first dibs on my attention.
I’m Ready When She Wants To Spank Me
Spanking is probably the most popular kinky activity. Bondage is a close second. People who would recoil in horror at the thought of a BDSM party are perfectly happy spanking or being spanked. Study after study has shown that the vast majority of people have spanking dreams. How many actually do it is unknown.
I’ve been thinking about this. Adults who are spanked consensually–This lets out the religious domestic discipline people–almost always indicate that there are sexual feelings about being spanked. Died-in-the-wool domestic discipline guys occasionally admit that their sex lives improve after being spanked. When I think about Mrs. Lion spanking me, it turns me on. A small number of men maintain erections during their spankings. Many more of us are hard when the spanking begins but lose our boners once the action gets going.
Spanking turns me on; being spanked doesn’t. Is it the pain that turns me off? For a long time that was my thinking. If that were true, then CBT would make me soft too. It hurts to have clothespins applied to my cock and balls. IcyHot does not feel good on my balls, yet I stay hard through all of those painful activities. Thinking about CBT is hot, and so is thinking about being spanked. Why do I maintain a boner during CBT and lose it when being spanked?
At BDSM parties (I was the dungeon master for a large BDSM group), I’ve observed that almost all other men respond the same way as me. In over twenty years, I’ve only seen one guy who stays hard during a vigorous spanking. I haven’t seen any who get soft during CBT. In contrast, I haven’t seen many women who don’t get turned on during spankings. The female response makes more sense. Women who want to be spanked are turned on by the idea of a spanking and aroused while getting their butts beaten. Most guys who are turned on by the idea of being spanked are turned off during their beatings.
The weirdest part of this for me is that no matter how much I hate my most recent spanking, I’m still turned on thinking about being spanked. You’d think that if I hated being spanked, I wouldn’t be aroused later. Some women have theorized that this weird conflict is nature’s way of assuring that we will willingly bare our bottoms and get into position for a spanking. Maybe so. I’m turned on when I see Mrs. Lion prepare the spanking bench. I willingly mount it and let her strap me down. Once she gets going, I want to escape. Of course, I can’t. Wouldn’t you think I would learn and head for the hills next time she prepares the spanking bench? Nope. I meekly mount the bench. Maybe it really is nature’s way of assuring that I accept my spanking when Mrs. Lion wishes to give it to me. Being bigger and stronger doesn’t help if I am ineluctably drawn to accept something I will hate.
I find it even stranger that, even though I sexualize spanking, it’s effective in training me. My behavior changes if I’m consistently punished for doing something my lioness forbids. While our marriage is a partnership, I will change if she decides she wants me to change and punishes me when I don’t meet her expectations. The fact that I sexualize spanking doesn’t hurt its effectiveness as a training tool.
Most people who spank do it in the context of satisfying their partner’s request to be spanked. There is no disciplinary context. I know that Mrs. Lion has a very hard time with the idea of punishing me. She understands the value to me of a disciplinary marriage but can’t quite bring herself to punish me if I do something that annoys her. She is fine with spanking me if I fail to do a chore or break an explicit rule she has made. That’s more of a catch-and-spank game for her. It’s real punishment for me. That’s fine because it allows us to maintain spanking as part of our marriage. From my perspective, it would be much better if she also punished me for interrupting or annoying her. I would learn to avoid those behaviors.
I’ve noticed that other mammels are wired the same way. Males will almost never attack females. In researching lions, I’ve seen that a lioness will painfully bite a lion’s rump if he annoys her. He accepts the bite without retaliation. He doesn’t run away or try to intimidate her. He accepts the painful message. Sound familiar? I wonder if he sometimes gets confused by his meek accptance. It certainly confuses me. Nevertheless, next time I’m invited to mount the spanking bench, I will do so without complaint.
Sometimes It’s Hard Getting/Staying Hard
I realize that I am incredibly lucky. My real-life sexual activities are very much like the stuff you read in F/m fantasy stories. This has been going on for more than thirty years. Mrs. Lion has been providing the fun for twenty of them. We’ve been writing about our sexual adventures for the last decade, and you can read about them here in almost 6,000 posts. I’m always surprised at how few comments we get. We have our own web statistics software, so we know how many people visit and how many pages they read. Our blog is popular, but our readers remain silent.
If you’ve been following our recent posts, you know that I’ve been horny without any relief. That changed a little on Sunday night. Mrs. Lion brought out the Edex. The injection was very painful. I almost never feel the shots in my penis. There aren’t many nerve endings in the shaft. This time, I hit one, and boy-howdy did it hurt! I worried that I wouldn’t get hard, but with the help of Mrs. Lion’s hand, I did.
She decided to edge me, and got me close a couple of times. Then, my erection disappeared. That shouldn’t have happened. Edex usually keeps me hard for at least an hour, even after I come. The shot didn’t go into the right place. Our session ended with me being edged twice without release. I was soft. Mrs. Lion tried mouth-to-cock resuscitation, but it didn’t work. She promised a Monday night session with an orgasm for me.
I’m not complaining. The edging was fun. An orgasm would be even more fun, of course. I guess that I’m getting spoiled. Ever since we started using injections to get me hard, Mrs. .Lion has given me an orgasm with each shot. The Edex is expensive, so maybe she feels we should get our money’s worth. I’ve been worrying that the Edex isn’t working as well as it should. I’m giving myself .75 ml shots. I can raise the dose to 100. After that, I would have to switch to another drug, probably Trimix. We have to drive about fifty miles to pick up a Trimix prescription. Unlike Edex, it requires refrigeration and expires in just three months.
I’ve also wondered if my ED is nature’s way of telling me that I am done with sex. Nope, I still get horny. When we try again tonight, I’ll stay with the .75 ml dose. If it doesn’t work well, I’ll have to go to the max. What a guy has to do to get hard!
Don’t Edge the Lion
In an earlier post, Lion said it might be fun to be edged again. I guess with Edex he was fairly confident he could maintain his erection even through the starting and stopping of edging. It seems like a sound theory, so I decided to try it.
To be fair, we got the injection in the wrong spot. He said it hurt going in and that usually doesn’t happen. Normally, he springs to life like a diving board and that didn’t happen. He did get hard and stay hard, but we could tell something was off.
The first time I edged him, I don’t think he was very close. I kept going u til I was sure he was close and I stopped again. There was a tiny drop of precum. That’s a good sign, right? Not this time. My weenie was deflating. I tried for a while and it looked like he might be getting closer, but no luck. Lion suggested a blow job. I was game.
Even my magic mouth ministrations couldn’t revive him. I think he might have been able to get there if I hadn’t needed to stop. I was very achy all day, and my shoulders gave out.
We’re going to try again today. I’m not sure if I’ll edge him again or just go in for the kill. I know he’s horny. I had a theory that edging him might produce some cream filling. It hadn’t worked in the past, but I figured I’d try. Worst case, it doesn’t work again. Actually, the worst case is I edge him and can’t get him back. Of course, that means trying again tomorrow. How many days in a row can he inject Edex? I’d rather not have to find out. [Lion — Three days in a row is the limit. Then, we have to wait four days.]
By the way, Lion informed me of many local places, wax men. I’m sure there are. But then I’d have to take him there and wait. I might as well do it myself. Is that his sneaky way of getting me to wax him? Well, it worked. I’ll pull out the waxing cart and set it up. When will I do it? There’s a little matter of an orgasm to take care of, and then I can wax him the next day.
