Clothed Lioness, Naked Lion
I’ve toyed with the idea of getting a sign for our yard that says “Clothing Optional”. There have been a few UPS guys and at least one mailman who have gotten an impromptu peep show while delivering packages.
Lion doesn’t know why I’m naked at home. We’ve had this discussion before. When I get home from work I get out of my work clothes. Unless we’re going out, I either stay naked or grab an old T shirt. Ooooohhhh, sexy. An old T shirt. Yup. And there are usually a bunch of holes in it. I also usually leave my undies on if I have a T shirt on. But why naked at all?
The main reason is that I don’t have a lot of clothes so I don’t want to get redressed and dirty up clothes that don’t need to be dirtied up. I don’t have pajamas because we don’t wear pajamas to bed. The other reason is that I get hot. Sometimes even being naked and wearing slippers is too much for me. If I have a T shirt on it’s intolerable.
I’ll find some clothes that won’t be too hot. I’m not sure what Lion is looking for in terms of clothes for me. Do the T shirts work? If I wear shorts with T shirts, does that work? Clearly we’ll need to have a discussion.
As far as the kitchen spankings are concerned, I only remember maybe three or four times I swatted him in the kitchen. That doesn’t seem like enough to have made an impression on him, but apparently it did. There’s no reason I can’t swat him in the kitchen more often. Assuming he does something to warrant it while he’s in that vicinity, of course. Not that I want Lion to purposely do something in the kitchen to get a kitchen spanking. That would be willful disobedience and require more than a kitchen spanking.
Contrasts.
As I’ve mentioned before, the first rule I was given long before we even lived together, is that I be naked when at home. I’ve faithfully followed this rule any place where we are alone. That also goes for our trailer. I’m naked whenever we are inside.
Over the years, I’ve noticed that Mrs. Lion almost always undresses when she gets home from work. She’s nude as much as I am. This always puzzles me. She wasn’t a nudist when we met or were first together. Now, at least at home, she usually is.
On this trip, however, she’s remained dressed except at bedtime. A big reason, she says, is that she takes the dog out and it is more convenient to remain clothed. Whatever the reason, I really love that she is dressed and I’m not. The contrast between my nudity and her being clothed sets up a contrast that enhances my feeling of submission. When we are both naked, there is a feeling of equality.
I know that other guys like CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male). The main reason I suggested the nudity rule was that I like the contrast. Another reason is that I thought it would keep my bottom available for discipline when needed. That hasn’t turned out to be very useful. I’m almost never spanked on the spot.
Years ago, when Mrs. Lion kept her clothes on, the kitchen paddle got frequent use. I don’t think it’s been used more than once in the last five years. Spanking has become a late evening ritual after Mrs. Lion’s shower. It rarely occurs before 9PM.
I’m not complaining; not exactly. I’m a little nostalgic for those kitchen spankings. They hurt like hell, but reinforced my vulnerability. I think that’s also what attracts me so much to CFNM; I’m vulnerable.
All this is internal. I’m not sure Mrs. Lion even realizes these changes. These are the sort of things that happens to everyone. You could attribute Mrs. Lion’s nudity to entropy. I think we are subject to this force. The lack of impromptu spankings, while not entropy, may just be force of habit. Work days are hard. The last thing a tired lioness wants to think about is spanking her lion. She wants dinner and a chance to veg out.
That’s reasonable. I understand. Black and white blend to grey. I think that I am very lucky that our power exchange lives on. If the only cost is mutual nudity and loss of unscheduled spankings, I think we are doing very well. It’s just funny how a vacation trip when the contrasts return can trigger such a strong response in me.
Pegging the Lion
Lion was hoping to play on this trip. He’s been hoping I would get a lot more consistent in all areas. From my point of view, he’s gotten his wish. At least on this trip. I wonder if he’s happy or if his butt and balls have conflicting opinions.
Lion has been wearing his training collar the whole trip. For the most part I’ve forgotten about it. At dinner last night he spilled something on his shirt. He was unhappy that he’d get spanked again. When dinner was over and we were waiting for our check,I zapped him with the training collar. He almost shot through the roof. Apparently the collar was already pinching him while sitting on the uncomfortable chair. The contacts were definitely making contact. (This is not always the case with the training collar. Sometimes he can’t feel the zaps unless the setting is very high.) I zapped him on level two. Perhaps a bit too much juice.
I was contemplating zapping him again but I decided shooting him through the roof in the middle of a restaurant was enough. He asked if that satisfied his punishment for the night. It did. Unless, if course, he did something else that required punishment. Luckily, Lion was a well-behaved boy the rest of the night.
In the beginning of the trip, Lion suggested that play didn’t have to happen in the bedroom alone. Last night I asked where he thought we should do his pegging. He said he thought the bed was best. He seemed confused why I would ask. Aside from the clothespins on his balls and the attempt at OTK the other night, everything has happened in the bedroom.
Lion read something that said pegging was easier/better if he was on his back. I was dubious. Both of us have difficulties getting into positions for things. I didn’t think we’d have much luck. It might not have been easy, but it worked. Then I got the idea that I could suck him while I pegged him. Every stroke of the dildo was a stroke for my weenie. I figured it would feel like he was fucking himself. Lion didn’t make the connection. Oh well.
Afterwards, I was explaining the concept to Lion. I was sure I’d asked him if something felt like he was fucking himself before. He said it didn’t sound familiar. It took a while, but I remembered it. He was in the sling and I was pegging him with the Clone-A-Willy likeness of himself. I don’t think I was sucking him then, but I might have been. So perhaps last night wasn’t a completely new position, but Lion enjoyed his orgasm.
And Now For Something Completely Different
Last night the last shred of pretending not to want something up my ass disappeared. Actually, I don’t think I pretended at all. But, for me at least, pegging took on an entirely new flavor.
Mrs. Lion let me know that the large Silk dildo would be on my Labor Day dance card. True to her word, she let me know last night was the night.
She asked me where I would like to do it. I suggested the bed would be most comfortable for us both. She agreed to try there.
I’m not at all sure where else she wanted to do it. The living room couch is too narrow and forces her to access me from the side. At any rate, she was good with the bedroom. I had asked if we could try with me on my back. I’ve read that this is the best pegging position. The writer said she could see her husband’s face and that prostate stimulation seemed best with the male on his back.
So, we put a towel on the bed and I assumed the position, knees up and bent. Mrs. Lion greased up the Silk and I could feeling it pressing on my backdoor. It wasn’t a good feeling. It never is. Her persistent pressure got in inside. She pressed a bit and I let out my breath sharply.
She asked what was wrong. I said that there may not be enough lube. So, she pulled it out almost all the way and then pressed in again. I reported that the lube situation seemed to be much improved. I barely noticed that she got it all the way in.
Mrs. Lion gently began moving it an inch or two in and out. I could feel it, but it wasn’t bothering me much. The length of her strokes gradually got longer and longer. I could feel the Silk moving in and out. She moved it right to the entrance of my anus. It felt a bit odd coming back in, but not so bad I would complain.
Then she moved faster and faster. She was really fucking me. That went on for a bit, then she slowed down. She used her other hand to start playing with my penis. To my chagrin, it didn’t take much to get me fully erect.
She masturbated me with one hand, while fucking me with the other. “How does it feel to fuck yourself?” she asked.
The question just didn’t compute. A bit later she asked again. I still didn’t make any connection. All the while she was jerking me off and fucking me at the same time. I was starting to really get into it. Then she went from her hand to her mouth. She was sucking me and fucking me at the same time!
This was completely new. Her mouth worked my cock and she used the Silk to fuck me with the same rhythm as her mouth moving up and down on my cock. This felt amazing! She stopped and once more aske me how I like fucking myself. No response from me.
She went back to work fucking and sucking. It didn’t take long until I started to come. She kept up the rhythm. I began to come. Normally, when I orgasm, my PC muscles clench and my anus tightens. With the large dildo in my ass I couldn’t do that. I came anyway, of course. It just felt odd to grab the shaft still fucking me. It was a truly excellent orgasm.
When I finished, Mrs. Lion removed the dildo. I asked what she meant when she asked me how it feels to fuck myself. She said that she was referring to me humping her mouth while she fucked my ass. I still don’t quite understand what she meant, but I admit I loved what she did. It was mind blowing. Could I learn to get aroused by anal stimulation? Maybe.
In any case, last night was truly completely different.
