Lemmings
You might wonder why some women have so much fun torturing their partners. You might assume they are sadists. Well, no. I don’ think so. There is real comedy in the way we guys behave.
Our unselfish top wants to enjoy what happens when she gives her bottom what he says he wants. The twist is that she takes it far beyond his fantasy. He approaches his spanking with an erection, excited to have a dream come true. She cheerfully acknowledges that she is going to grant his wish. He gets into position and she begins.
He enjoys the spanking for a while. But it starts hurting way too much. He stops thinking about his fantasy. He just wants her to stop. He squirms and yells. He tries begging her to stop; all to no avail. When she finally stops, his butt is burning. He is bruised and dark red. But she isn’t done. She makes him stand in a corner so she can admire her work. She is smiling broadly.
The spank-till-he-cries method maps to many male fantasies. Yet, when the paddle meets the butt, he recognizes that he doesn’t really want to go that far. This is where she has the most fun. She enjoys seeing him realize the difference between fantasy and fact. She is amused by his realization of his mistake.
A week or so later, the scene repeats. He approaches her with a gleam in his eye and an erection. He has to know that things aren’t going to end well. But yet here he is again, hard and ready to get across her lap. Is this insanity? Has he forgotten the pain?
His top is truly amused. She knows he remembers his last visit with her paddle. He has to know how much pain he felt. But here he is again ready to jump over her lap for a repeat performance. No wonder she is quietly laughing.
The same is true with other fantasies come true. I know how frustrating it is to wear a chastity device. I am aware of how I have to sit when I pee to compensate for the bars over my penis. Yet, time and time again I remind Mrs. Lion if she forgets to lock me up.
I know how horribly it burns when when Mrs. Lion paints a “racing stripe” with liniment on my balls and perineum. But I still buy her new products that are supposed to be more painful than the ones she has. I don’t like how it feels to be pegged, but I will buy her thicker dildos I know will hurt more.
This has to be either the height of masochism or irrational behavior. I don’t like pain, so I must be irrational.
There must be more to it than believing guys are simply irrational. Maybe that’s part of it. I think in my case, while I remember how much I hate the sensations these activities give me, those memories are overcome by the sexual excitement my fantasies about these things being done to me evoke.
It explains the docile willingness to present my butt for spanking; especially punishments. I am absolutely aware that I will be feeling pain with no sexual component. Yet, meek as a lamb, I present my naked butt to Mrs. Lion. I let her strap me into our sling. I get hard as I see her prepare to paint a painful stripe on my balls. I even get hard when I see her preparing to put painful clothespins on my cock and balls.
I think all this odd behavior demonstrates the primal drive to reproduce. We are programmed to disregard pain if sex is involved. Even in the case of punishment, when there is no sex possible, my sexual fantasies drive me to submit to punishment pain.
It’s this counter-intuitive behavior that amuses many of our partners. They find it funny to see us get aroused in the face of sure pain. I suppose the irony is funny. It may be a good thing we are so amusing. It is an incentive for our partners to hurt us the way we appear to want.
Nice End to 2017
We started off the morning with a blueberry walnut pancake and bacon breakfast. Then we watched our football team with the horrible record actually win the last regular season game. That’s huge! And it made us both very happy.
Today we have a few small errands to run and then we’re home for manscaping. It needs to be done. Lion is very furry in places he still gets furry and bald in places he never gets furry. He looks mangy. Luckily it can all be fixed in about an hour if you calculate in numbing time.
Last night I unlocked Lion and he said he didn’t think he was very horny. He had been earlier but he didn’t think he was just then. I said we could snuggle and watch TV. Later on he said he really had been horny. I hadn’t tried because I never want him to think I’m pressuring him into being horny when he isn’t. But how do I know if he changes his mind if he doesn’t tell me? For all our talk of improved communication we still fall into old habits.
My plan for today, assuming the errand run stays short and I can do manscaping, is that Lion will be well on his way to being un-numb by the time I want to play with him. It’s no fun to wrap him in Velcro or go for the record clothespin count if he can’t feel it. It’s also no fun to try to arouse a numb weenie. It just doesn’t work. By getting the manscaping out of the way early enough we can move on to the main event later on.
Of course, tomorrow is New Year’s day. What does that mean? A holiday orgasm for Lion! Before said orgasm I want to give him a holiday pegging in the sling. That will set him up nicely for an oral orgasm. See? I’m already planning on starting out the new year with a winning percentage of oral orgasms. Go me! If I never give him another orgasm all year, oral will win. (Do you seriously think I’m not going to give him another orgasm all year?)
Have a safe and happy New Year’s eve celebration!
When You Live In A Cage
You’d think that after almost 3,000 posts we’ve said all we can possibly say about our sexual relationship. My relationship with you might be like an old, married couple. What was tantalizing in the beginning is now pleasant, but routine. The sight of my penis resting in its steel cage is fun to see occasionally, but doesn’t evoke any sexual feelings.
The sight of it in the beginning, when you first began reading me, might have made you feel a little disgust at such an intimate reveal. Or, it might have been provocative, even a little sexy. After all, you don’t see many penises in captivity. After a while, though, the cage and its resident become familiar images. They’re hardly worth more than a glance. You might wonder why I haven’t grown weary of this display.
But you keep coming back. You don’t masturbate to my words or pictures. You don’t even get aroused. Too bad. Sometimes I do when I write to you. My vulnerability at such a public display turns me on. I feel a stirring behind the steel bars. I imagine how it would feel if the cage wasn’t locked firmly in place and my penis was free to grow.
I can imagine how I would like you to react to my revelations. I like to think that sometimes I make you smile. I wonder if my words stay with you and give you pause for thought. I sometimes see you, aroused and a bit puzzled why this stranger that shows entirely too much of his body can make you feel that stirring inside. Are you feeling what it is like to be me?
Can you feel my frustration when I’m denied even the slightest manifestation of my arousal? Do my words let you picture how my penis struggles against its cage? I don’t feel pain when it does. Perhaps pain would be better. At least it’s a consequence of my unauthorized lust.
But there is no pain. Just pressure that frustrates me more. Even though you may not have a penis of your own, you can understand that feeling of helpless lust when you know your desire isn’t going to be answered.
I know that eventually the cage will be removed. She will take my penis in her hand and I will get hard. As her hand begins to move, I anticipate that moment when I am powerless to stop the cries that accompany my orgasm. I can hear them in my mind as her hand moves in that special way that we both know will make me cry out in ecstasy.
I’m almost there. I can hear my heart beating. I’m panting in naked lust. Her hand continues pulling me toward the peak. Then she stops and moves her hand away. My breathing slows. I moan softly. I am left with frustration and a shrinking penis. She takes it in her hand again and I willingly move close to the top. I help her get me there, even though I am sure she won’t let me finish. She doesn’t. She smiles at me, kisses the tip and moves back to my side. We snuggle.
I want to finish. I want to be hard again and deliver the essence that is waiting to come out. It’s not to be. She asks me to put on my base ring. It’s easy now. All hope has drained from me and I am soft and pliable once again. I’m willing to go back into my cage and sleep until I have a chance to try again.
Can you understand how it feels to be so close and then locked away with no hope of resolution? I’m sure you can. But can you also feel as I do that I can’t wait for the next time? I want to try again even though I am sure it will end with frustration and the cage easily fitting over my once-hard cock.
After all, like any prisoner, it’s good to go out in the sun and enjoy the fresh air even though I know I will be back in my cage after my yard time is over. For someone who has nothing, even a frustrating taste of the promised land is better than the barren world inside my cage. Little things become very significant. A small does of kindness is a tremendous gift when you live in a cage.
Three Day Weekend
Lion’s back hurt yesterday. He doesn’t know what he did to it but I suggested he may have tweaked it carrying laundry up and down the stairs. It’s easy enough to do without even realizing it. Since he was fine when he was on his back, the horny Lion could enjoy some play.
I was happily alternating between smacking his balls and edging him but then I went too far again. He wound up with a ruined orgasm. Some people like ruined orgasms. We do not. Thankfully they usually don’t result in a less horny Lion. I’m not done teasing him and I want him to be ready for a real orgasm in a few days.
We have some errands to run and then I’ll try to fit in some manscaping. Lion is a very furry boy near his balls. Last time I only shaved him. I never made it to the light zapper hair remover. Lion uses a numbing cream that takes at least a half hour to become fully effective. It lessens his jumping from the light pulses that zap the hair follicles. I’ve only zapped my leg once to see what it feels like. Leg skin versus ball skin is definitely not apples to apples. I do know he jumps sometimes even with the numbing cream.
Other than laundry and cleaning up around here, I have no other plans for the weekend. I’m sure we’ll watch some old movies, snuggle and there will be time for Lion play of course. By Monday night he’ll be basking in the glow of another orgasm – oral I assume, in keeping with my New Year’s resolution. He’ll certainly enjoy some sling time unless his back hurts too much. I don’t want him straining himself. There are plenty of other ways to play with a Lion.
