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In: Punishment

I got a lot done yesterday. Manscaping, laundry, some cleaning, general things that needed to be done. Lion did a lot too. He cooked dinner and was on his knees a lot for manscaping. By the end of the day we were both done for. Lion was in pain and I was just looking to relax a bit.

Needless to say, we didn’t play. We started to snuggle but Lion needed ice so we wound up holding hands and watching TV. Not the worst thing in the world. Maybe not what Lion had in mind, but nice just the same.

I’d reminded him at the beginning of the evening that he had some swats coming to him. He’d walked out of the bedroom without asking permission and he also ate first at lunch. Both times he said he didn’t realize he’d done it. And when I reminded him, he got a little belligerent. I knew he was in pain so I let it go.

This morning Lion reminded me it’s punishment day. He knows I owe him swats. He asked if it would just be a spanking or a combination punishment. I’ve never done a combination punishment. Once, I made him stand in the bathroom in the dark for five minutes, but that’s the extent of my alternative punishment. He says it will make more of an impression on him than a short spanking will. Apparently I don’t spank him hard/long enough to get my point across.

I guess it’s just one more thing I don’t get. However, I am nothing if not stubborn when it comes to doing things to Lion. If he wants a combination punishment, he’ll have one. Tonight, after his swats (which may or may not be hard or long enough to remember) he’ll stand behind the bedroom door, staring at the paddles hung there and contemplate life as it pertains to said paddles. I may even give him a quiz as to the location of certain paddles to see if he’s paid attention.

Yup. 2.0 keeps popping out.

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In: Body Hair Removal, Lion's Journal
shaved male nipple
My shaved nipple. I like this look a lot.

A few weeks ago I shaved my chest. I’m now hairless from face to mid-thigh. I decided to do this on an impulse. I had the body shaver and was refreshing the shave under my arms. No, hairless male underarms isn’t necessarily my thing, but for the time being it’s necessary. I can’t wash very well under my operated arm. I can’t move it very far from my body and hair just promotes bad smells. I do wash every night, but this is a trick I read about for people getting shoulder surgery. I also had to do the same under my good arm. The reason for this is that it is extremely hard for me to wash that underarm because my operated shoulder doesn’t let my right arm get very far to wash it.

I don’t have much hair under there anyway, so no biggie; at least for me. I also shave the hair at the top of my chest. Long, stringy hair grows there and just looks bad. Mrs. Lion has commented on this from time to time. So, when I think about it, I shave it off. While I was at it, I decided to shave more. I shaved the hair around my nipples. I admit it. I like the way my hairless nipple looks. (see image, right). What can I say. I like it.

Feeling adventurous, I continued removing hair. Before I knew it, there was nothing left. Looking in the mirror, I like that look. My belly button looks better without a bush around it. No “happy path” is also more attractive in my eyes. Male chest shaving is pretty common nowadays. This was the first for me.

I haven’t had any pubic hair in over 25 years. I can’t remember what I look like with it. I’ll never find out. Most of the hair was laser removed before I met Mrs. Lion. Some stubborn patches here and there, particularly on my balls and below, remain. Mrs. Lion manscapes me to keep my clean look. She did this yesterday after several weeks of not being mowed.

The pubic hair first disappeared many years ago when a woman I was seeing let me know she disliked pubic hair. She had almost none. She was born that way. So, I allowed her to remove mine. I liked the result but was self conscious about it. I grew it back before seeing a doctor who might want my pants off. After the appointment, off it went again. Eventually, I lost my shyness and never saw hair there again.

Since I don’t have much chest hair anyway, perhaps it will be gone permanently too. Mrs. Lion dislikes the stubble but said she likes the look. So, if I shave often enough or use the epilator, the stubble won’t be a problem. I’ll have to see what she wants.

 

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In: Orgasm denial

I knew Lion was writing his post for this morning while I was writing mine for yesterday. I swear neither one of us peeked at the other’s post. We just seem to write about similar things at the same time. I hope it’s interesting reading both points of view.

I was banking on the fact that it would be somewhat difficult for Lion to be wild while he’s waiting for an orgasm. If someone tells me not to do something, quite often that’s the only thing I want to do. On the other hand, if someone says, “I bet you can’t do X” I will turn myself inside out to avoid doing X. I don’t know how Lion views keeping his hands off my weenie.

Last night Lion wondered when he would be caged again. I was allowing him to be wild during his recovery because he’s still frequently in pain and probably will be for a while. Plus his mobility is still hampered by not being able to use his right arm. I figure it’s still challenging to stand from sitting on the toilet and sitting is the safest way to pee with the cage on. Lion reasoned that with that logic he wouldn’t be caged for the rest of 2017. I wasn’t looking quite that far. I thought about things while I was showering and came up with a more concrete date.

In a few weeks we embark on our first camping trip over the long 4th of July weekend. I decided Lion could stay wild until we come back from that trip. It still gives him more time to recover, but sets a limit to his wildness. He likes limits. He likes knowing exactly what will happen when. Lion says it’s up to me when the cage goes back on. Done deal. That’s my decision.

A few hours later, Lion said it seems too long to wait another two weeks to be locked up. I’m not sure if he’s looking at it from a I’m-horny-and-I-can’t-keep-my-hands-off point of view or if he’s looking to get back to normal more quickly. I think I made a decision, which is big for me under normal circumstances. Doing it when we haven’t really gotten back to normal is huge. There are at least two ways to look at this. One, I should stick to my guns because I made a decision and changing it undermines my authority. Two, I’m trying to challenge Lion to keep his hands off my weenie when he’s getting hornier and hornier every day. If those two things don’t say we’re getting back to normal, I don’t know what does.

Although I’ve decided to edge Lion and make him wait for an orgasm, I never told him how long he’ll be waiting. To him, every day is the day and every day is not the day. Sort of a Schroedinger’s cat conundrum. I didn’t say he’d be waiting until July 4th for his orgasm. He might be. It depends on how difficult he makes it for me in those two weeks. If he keeps telling me he should be caged, he might wait that long. The more difficult he makes it for me, the more difficult I can make it for him. Maybe 2.0 is here after all. [Lion — Interesting point. Making me wait longer at this point is reasonable. But Mrs. Lion tends to be impulsive once she gets her hands on her weenie. I think the issue is less whether I can handle it than whether she can resist. Just sayin’]

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

We’re slowly getting back to where we were before my shoulder surgery. Friday night, Mrs. Lion edged me several times and then left me unsatisfied. I am still wild (no chastity device). I’m not sure when I’ll be caged again. The only difference between being caged and being wild is that when I am wild I can get an erection. I won’t masturbate without permission. I’ll never get that. Mrs. Lion wants to be the only source of sexual pleasure I get. So it’s a permanent “paws off” policy here.

We’re more interactive than some chastity couples. While I put on and take off the base ring, Mrs. Lion is the only one who puts the cage on and locks it; same for taking it off. My hands are to be off my penis except to pee and bathe. When wild, if I happen to get hard, that’s fine, but no manual encouragement from me.

If you like numbers (I do), here are some about me: In 2017 I have had 30 orgasms so far (2 ruined orgasms not in that total).  Of those 30,  19 were handjobs and 11 oral sex. My average wait time between orgasms is six days so far this year. My overwhelming sexual activity has been being masturbated by Mrs. Lion. All of the orgasms and teasing were in bed. No other locations were used. My last orgasm was on June 12, five days ago.

I think less about sex when locked up. I suppose that’s because there’s a barrier between me and my penis (Mrs. Lion’s weenie). It’s more frustrating to wait when I am wild. The temptation to masturbate is just there. Being wild is not a very easy state when I am this horny.

It isn’t that I dream of wearing that chastity device again. I love the convenience of being cage free. I also hate the sexual tension that goes along with having unfettered access to the penis. I know, there’s just no making me happy. Perhaps not. Part of this whining is that I’ve been unlocked more than a month. This is the longest time, actually longer than the sum of all other times, I have been uncaged in 3 1/2 years.

We are being extremely slow catching up with where we were in April.  We both want to make progress in domestic discipline. We haven’t done that either. I think that inertia has set in. While I may feel more challenged being wild, I like it a lot and I certainly haven’t encouraged Mrs. Lion to lock me up again. I’m sure she will. I’m not sure how we both can get moving on the other stuff.

I’m being a big wimp about spankings and strappings. I’m wriggling and asking Mrs. Lion to stop almost as soon as she starts. Since these are maintenance spankings, she generally stops when I ask. I’m not sure how to learn to take more gracefully. Maybe we need daily sessions, each one more severe or longer than the day before. After all, we don’t come from a corporal punishment background. It’s new to both of us. We need to learn how to do it. There are precious few resources we can turn to for help.

Somehow we’ll do it. Or more correctly, I will learn to handle it and Mrs. Lion will learn to be stricter. I’m also pretty sure I’m going to be caged before I can get myself into any trouble.