January 2016 (Page 3)

Lion says he tends to be a little extreme in his emails. I do too. So when I was talking about the huge amount of tiny clothespins I could put on his balls, I was looking for a shock to his system. After all, he created 2.0. He wanted more and more things done to him. 1.0 was too busy being sore and looking for “me time”. 2.0 just powers through things. It’s only fitting that 2.0 would suggest 75 tiny clothespins. 2.0 loves the “Oh, shit!” reaction Lion has when he realizes he’s getting what he asked for. Or maybe more than he asked for. 2.0 is fond of the synergistic effect. Sometimes two plus two equals seven. Can you imagine what 7.0 will be like? Yikes! Poor Lion, indeed!

I have no intention of actually putting 75 tiny clothespins on Lion’s balls. Those suckers hurt too much. Not only would it take too long to train him to take them all, they aren’t well suited for the thicker skin of his balls. I tried once and it twisted and fell apart. I’m sure Lion was glad to be rid of that one tiny clothespin. One down, 99 to go. I think, however, it’s more likely that I will try to best my record of 35 wooden clothespins with 35 clothespins with the sandpaper treatment on them. Or maybe 35 large plastic ones. That’s doable for both of us. Well, more doable for me except I don’t think we have 35 plastic ones and I’ll have to make more with the sandpaper stuff. I’m sure I can buy more plastic ones if we don’t and I can certainly make more sandpaper ones. Or, maybe I should have Lion make them. They aren’t for me, after all. [Lion — I made the ones we have now. We have the supplies to make more. They hurt much more than plain, wooden clothespins.]

2.0 has also been thinking about other shades of nail polish to beautify Lion’s toes. So far he only has a lovely shade of pink and a not-so-lovely sparkly purple. I like the idea of sparkle. I’ll just need to find a color that works well. Maybe something to match his car. Maybe a color he’s not fond of. Not that he likes pink or purple, which is why I got them to begin with. Perhaps a rainbow of colors so I can do each nail in a different color. The possibilities are endless. (I’m sure I just heard a grumble from the Lion peanut gallery.)

Yes, Lion is in for some adventures. Mrs. Lion 2.0 is only getting started.

I got an email yesterday from 2.0, that’s what Mrs. Lion called herself. We were joking earlier about how she isn’t that interested in numbers. I wrote back that I am, particularly how long till my next orgasm. She suggested that another number might be how many clothespins she could fit on my balls. She suggested she might try several times over the weekend to see if she can beat whatever record she set. She suggested that if she could get 25 large ones on, she was sure she could get 75 of the tiny dollhouse clothespins on instead. I wrote back that I am a poor lion for suffering through that. Her response,

“What can I say? 2.0 is a bitch.”

Hoo boy! She made me laugh and worry at the same time. For the record, she has gotten at least 35 large clothepins attached to me in the past. Those were the large, wooden ones. The tiny ones hurt so much I think the record is only three or four. Apparently 2.0 is less interested in my comfort. Lucky for me, so far she is much meaner in her emails than in real life. That’s not entirely true. 2.0 delivers far more painful spankings than 1.0.

In all fairness, I tend to be more extreme in email than in real life. When I get very horny, I have an alarming tendancy to come up with “suggestions” for Mrs. Lion that are over the top. I’ve suggested beating me no matter how much I am hurting. Well, she does do that but not as many swats as I suggested. I’ve come up with all kinds of stuff. Most of the suggestions are probably good ideas, but the quantity and frequency I make them is just too much for either of us.

1.0 was really good about taking a gradual approach to things. She started slow and light and would build up a bit. 2.0 appears to want to start pretty severely and escalate from there. Regardless of the starting point, painful stimulation does require some training. For example (and yes, I’m horny), if 2.0 wants to go big, or should I say small, with clothespins, it will take me some time to learn to tolerate the pain of the sort of onslaught she suggested in her email. The same is true of the tiny clothespin on the head of my penis. It will take time and consistent application to escalate to the point she has threatened (ringing the entire head with those nasty little things). Anal play is the same. Consistent application of butt plugs and dildos is needed for me to learn to accept pegging and larger toys.

Consistent doesn’t mean daily, but it does mean at least every week or so. My body has a memory for stimulation. It isn’t a very long memory, but I do become more tolerant and able to accept more with consistent activity. I’ve noticed that this is true of most people. Some people have very long physical memories. Mine seems to last a bit more than a week. So-called SM training is learning to accept more stimulation of various kinds. Since I’m not peak horniness right now, I’m not asking for a lot of that training. However, 2.0 doesn’t need my request or permission to do what she wants. Poor Lion.

I’m writing this Monday night after Lion’s festivities. I realized I won’t get a chance to write anything in the morning because I have a long meeting.

Lion had his punishment swats for dropping food. Since I bribed him to go downstairs, he only had one offense. I took it a little easier on him. I didn’t use the nastiest paddle and I didn’t hit as hard. I did four swats at a time instead of two, for a total of eight. He stayed still like a good boy. His buns weren’t quite as red but I didn’t expect them to be. He still had sexy rosy cheeks.

Then it was time for Lion fun. Unfortunately for him, I had Velcro on my mind. And on Mr. Weenie. It wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be. Yes, it hurt. Yes, those little teeth bite in. Yes, he was happy when I took it off. But it was only one piece and it wasn’t very tight.

After edging him a few times I stuffed him back in his cage. He said he was hornier than ever. Isn’t that the point? I only have a few days to drive him crazy before it’s time for his orgasm. He needs to be as horny as possible.