Pretty much every guy likes to reach down and feel the merchandise when he has some privacy. I do. That’s the problem. Things aren’t going my way lately. I must be naked when home. My cage is off to Mature Metal for rethreading the security screw. So, I am cage free and wild. Mrs. Lion has a strict rule about me touching her weenie except for cleaning and peeing.
You can see where this is going. My hand has strayed down for the occasional touch. That is a serious offense and has earned me a spanking. I am very unhappy with that. I’m also not sure I won’t break that rule again by accident. If I had my cage, this topic wouldn’t even come up. I hadn’t given this particular matter much thought until now. For the last three years I have been caged almost all the time. On those rare occasions when I was wild, either we were on vacation and I was under Mrs. Lion’s direct supervision, or I had an orgasm immediately before being left unlocked.
This time it is eleven days since my last orgasm and Mrs. Lion has been teasing me unmercifully every single one of those eleven days. I don’t think I have ever been this horny. Yet, here I am uncaged, naked and alone.
To make things worse, Mrs. Lion is taking punishment seriously. She considers unauthorized touching to be a serious offense. She’s said that I’ve earned a severe spanking. The cherry on this pain sundae is that Mrs. Lion discovered my rubber paddle. This little item is made from solid, slightly flexible rubber. It’s heavy and it isn’t very large. The flex, the weight, and the small hitting zone combine to make this the most painful impact toy I have ever owned. She used it on Friday night and I could still feel the results Saturday afternoon.
When I complain about my situation, Mrs. Lion has taken to telling me that this was all my idea. She mentions my posts when I said that the two day waits I got prior to this, were too short. She also likes to remind me that I didn’t suggest how long I should wait. She doesn’t mention that she doesn’t care how long or short I think my waits should be. Currently, she finds my sexual distress very amusing. That doesn’t bode well for an orgasm in my near future. But, you can never tell what Mrs. Lion will do.
I’ve also written about my need for more severe punishments. She likes to remind me of that too. Even though I am dreading my next spanking, I know I was right to encourage her to hurt me more. Combine her new willingness to cause me maximum pain with a rule that insists I stop doing something that is second nature to us males, and you have a perfect storm of lion agony. Until I am back in a cage or I get an orgasm, it is very likely that I will be touching her weenie. Well, I think that I will. Who knows? Maybe punishment will train me to keep my paws off. Fat chance.