The only problem with having warm weather is that it makes me feel like I have to take advantage of it and mow the lawn. The lawnmower was a challenge to start for the first time this year. It usually is. My goal was to finish the front lawn and take a break. I failed. It’s 80 degrees (I didn’t know it at the time), and I needed a break early. I’ll head back out after a rest and a long drink. After a rest and a long drink, I need to mess around with the air conditioners when I get back in. Yay.
I’m very glad that Lion doesn’t want to play with pee. It’s certainly not the most disgusting thing I’ve heard of, but I don’t want to do it. Lion said I must have thought about it because I want more power. I had that theory too. I’m not so sure. I know he wants me to feel powerful, but I don’t. I could always have yelled at him for interrupting me. I didn’t need his permission. Yes, I’m gun shy from my ex. Yes, I am one of the most non-confrontational people you’ll ever meet. (Except at work. I have balls of steel there. People always tell me that something I said will get back to the person I said it about, and I always tell them I’d say it to her face. They were very surprised when I actually did it once.) [Lion — This is exactly why I keep encouraging Mrs. Lion to demonstrate her power. It’s been nearly 20 years since she had her ex-husband pushing her around.]
Anyway, I don’t think I was looking for more power or a way to show Lion my power. I have plenty of ways to do that already. I think it popped into my head, like when you remember someone you went to school with or playing a game with your grandmother. Memories do that to you.
Today is the third day after Lion’s orgasm. I assume he’ll be getting horny soon. He may be now for all I know. I’m not sure what shape I’ll be in after mowing the lawn, but we can snuggle, and I can fiddle around with my weenie. He likes being petted even if I don’t do anything else as long as I don’t touch the balls. Rubbing them puts Lion to sleep. I’ve seen videos of people putting alligators to sleep by rubbing their tummies. I guess Lions and alligators have similar things in common.
I was surprised at Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday. I do remember the demo we watched where pee was everywhere. I wasn’t disgusted but couldn’t see the point. Being the target for urine is a very sexually submissive act. It’s obviously sexual. The people receiving it in the demo admitted it. I don’t remember drinking Mrs. Lion’s pee, but it sounds like something I might have wanted to try when trying on my role as a bottom. When I was a top, I had more than one woman who wanted me to pee on them. It didn’t turn me on, but it certainly did something for them. Once they took a shower, not the golden kind, they wanted hot sex.
In case you wondered, urine is nearly sterile. It is useful to clean wounds when nothing else is available. Peeing on someone stung by a jellyfish will help reduce the pain. Mrs. Lion wrote that you could safely drink your own urine for a day. That’s not entirely correct. It’s safe to drink urine if the donor doesn’t have a UTI. However, it isn’t safe to recycle your own pee. If you are so inclined, you can drink it once, but not the next time it comes out. Toxins concentrate in it.
I’m sure that’s more than you wanted to know. The thing is that this sort of knowledge is useful if you have that fetish. In my past life, I was in charge of safety for a BDSM organization. It was my job to understand how to play safely. Some of the activities were disturbing, even to me, but it was my job to understand the safest way to practice them. Some, like eating poop, are unsafe at any time. If it can be done, someone is going to want to do it. I learned that in my years in the scene.
One of my biggest complaints about people pairing up for BDSM activities after being “online” players is that they don’t know what they don’t know. The most important service that real-life BDSM groups offer is safety training and skilled dungeon monitors at play parties. If you visit any of the online BDSM boards, you will find “experienced” “masters” who have been doing BDSM for ten years–on their computers. These people are dangerous. They may be nice men and women with good intentions, but it takes training to do much more than light bondage and spanking.
Speaking of spanking, it’s probably the safest BDSM practice around. If blows are kept below the tailbone and above the knees, a paddling will hurt but won’t wound. Of course, common sense is needed too. But as painful practices go, as a bottom, I would feel safer being spanked than most anything else. Mrs. Lion and I have been playing for a long time. She is a safe and skilled player. She is also a very effective spanker.
It’s too easy to say “yuck” when presented with an unappealing practice. I am very sure that our anal play would draw a yuck from many vanilla people. I’m equally sure that most of them would be aroused if we talked about spanking. How do I know? Several studies have found that more than 85% of both men and women have spanking fantasies.
Any interest I might have had in drinking pee was purely experimental curiosity. I have no desire whatsoever to do it again. If Mrs. Lion insisted that I do it again, I guess I would. I have to obey her, after all. I would most certainly hate it. She knows that.
This morning, out of the blue, something popped into my head that I haven’t thought about in many years. A long time ago, Lion and I went to a Black Rose event near D.C. One of the workshops we went to was on water sports. The presenter peed all over her assistant. I have no idea why I thought about it. I didn’t get it then and I don’t get it now. I will say that we tried it once.
I did not pee on Lion. I “made” him drink my pee though. Yup. It still sounds disgusting to me. On the other hand, I’ve heard that if you’re stranded somewhere with no water, you can drink your own urine. But only for about a day. Then it becomes too concentrated with waste. Again, why did I think about this? I have no intention of making Lion drink my pee again. [Lion — Good!]
Maybe, in the back of my mind, if you’re looking for a Freudian reason, I was thinking about being in power. You’d have to have a certain amount of power over someone to pee on them. I guess that’s the “why” of it all. Not why I thought about it. Why someone would allow themselves to be peed on or be made to drink pee. Ultimately, that’s the “why” of most things we do. Nope. I still don’t get it. I tend to balk at people who try to assert power over me. Every day I go to work and I prepare to give in to the latest round of B.S. and less than an hour later I’m fighting it.
I don’t necessarily think I’m sticking up for myself. I’m the person who hears everyone saying things around the office and is willing to ask the questions other people won’t. “I’ve heard X” or “What happens if Y?” I’m the trouble maker who says what no one else will say. Maybe it’s because I don’t have any real power that I don’t understand relinquishing it. I certainly wouldn’t allow someone to pee on me.
In the end, it all comes down to me overthinking things. Why ask why?
I had an orgasm on Wednesday night. Mrs. Lion was determined to get me off. I had a very good time. She is wonderful at oral sex. It took me a lot longer than I expected. Mrs. Lion had to work very hard. I feel bad about that. She paused a couple of times to ask me if I was close. Sadly, I wasn’t but she soldiered on. What a trouper!
She wrote that my moving during sex causes her problems. I remember that she mentioned this once before. Even though I’ve been aware of it, I can’t remember moving. I don’t know if I can fix it. Maybe if she stops when I move and tells me to be still, I can learn. Way back in my past, a couple of former lovers used to play a game with me. They would tell me that I can’t move when they jerked me off. If I moved, they stopped. I don’t know if I actually didn’t move, but I tried very hard. Maybe Mrs. Lion can try this form of training.
I never suggested that game to my partners. I also know that I didn’t move much. I’ve wondered if many women like this sort of play. Maybe it’s why I’m a bottom now. At the time I thought it was odd that they wanted me still. I believed I didn’t move. Ironically, I was never challenged this way during oral sex. Go figure.
Do women like using sex for gentle, control play? It is using something I want a lot, particularly when aroused and in the middle of being sexually stimulated. I was both puzzled and enjoyed the play. I believed that I was quiet and still while being stimulated. I never tried a similar game on a female partner. I enjoyed the hips moving and cool noises too much to suppress them, even in fun. It seems that Mrs. Lion has a good reason to play this cruel little game with me. If it makes giving me oral sex easier, I’m all for it.