This is the product. My advice: stay away.

(Mrs. Lion is at a conference. I’m filling in with this review of Balls Bare Balm) I tried the male depilatory called Balls Bare Balm. I’m looking for an easier way to remove hair on my scrotum. My Norelco Body Shaver tends to nick me painfully.

balls before treating
Here is my scrotum before application. I have little hair, but it is clearly visible. Click the image to enlarge.

Yesterday, I did a test patch on a quarter-sized area on my balls. Hair was removed and there was no irritation. Today, I applied Balls Balm to my full scrotum, the base of my penis, and anus. I waited ten minutes and then washed with cool water. In the shower, I used the provided exfoliating glove to remove the hair. When using a depilatory, the hair must be buffed off after application.

During the ten minute wait, I could feel some heat in the anal area, but no burning sensation. I stood while waiting for the product to work. I didn’t want any mess on a chair or the bed.

The product has a light scent. I don’t mind it. When applying it, I used a rubber glove to put the cream on. The kit I bought came with applicator sticks. They are difficult to use and reviews of the product suggested the glove is easier.

Balls after
After application. Note that some hair is gone, but much remains. Click image to enlarge.

The instructions say to apply the cream when the balls are in “walnut mode”. They mean the sack is shriveled rather than loose and hanging down. I followed that instruction.

As you can see in the photos (left is before, right is after), there was good hair removal, but it didn’t get everything. Perhaps I didn’t put the product on thick enough all over. After application and removal, I used the soothing lotion that comes in the kit. It felt good going on. I expect it restores the ph of the skin and moisturizes.

Some Blood
When I exfoliated in the anal area, blood was on the cotton glove. Apparently, the Balls Balm irritated some sensitive skin. There was quite a bit of bleeding. When it stopped I cold see that there were two small areas that looked like sores. I suspect that the cotton exfoliating glove caused the problem by scratching a couple of small allergic “bumps” back there.

This product works. It isn’t perfect and takes experimentation to determine the right amount to apply. Ten minutes is probably the best amount of time to leave the product on. The manufacturer says you can leave it on as much as 13 minutes. I wouldn’t wait that long.

As you can see in the “after” photo, there is some irritation. It is minor and not painful. I expect it will recede in a day or two. Depilatories are generally safe and effective in removing hair. This product is intended for men and the maker claims its formula has been refined especially for male pubic hair removal.

I’m not going to use it again. The anal bleeding and the fact that some hair didn’t get removed disqualifies Balls Balm as a product I would recommend to you.  We’ll stay with the Norelco Body Shaver and the Bella Silk’n Flash and Go to keep me hairless. I’m returning the Balls Bare Balm kit to Amazon.

Mrs. Lion suggested that she have regular communication with my personal trainer. I think she said that tongue in cheek. But, it’s actually a very good idea. It’s also a good idea that she monitor my weight loss as well. I think there are some real benefits from her increased interest.

This hands-on management will reinforce her position in our FLRD. Diet and exercise, aside from being valuable in improving my health, also allow Mrs. Lion to exercise control outside of sexual context. By communicating directly with my trainer, she is establishing herself as the authority figure in my life, even away from home.

Perhaps more importantly, by actively participating in managing my physical development, she is much more likely to pay closer attention to her own. It’s hard to overlook her own diet if she is weighing me.

There’s another important benefit. Mrs. Lion will become more involved in parts of my life that I currently handle without her input. In the case of having direct contact with my trainer, she establishes her role as my supervisory wife. The trainer will quickly learn that Mrs. Lion can get me to quickly fall into line if necessary. Even if I do what I’m supposed to, regular report cards will assure she remains firmly in control.

I don’t think I require surveillance and intervention to do the right thing. That’s not the point. It’s my surrender of further control over my life that helps our FLRD along. At least, that’s what I’m thinking now. This all could be a mistake. But it doesn’t matter. There’s no real downside. Mrs. Lion will keep her own health and fitness in focus if she is managing mine. If I slip, I will feel her paddle. It’s a win-win.

I have a self-imposed two and a half months to lose weight. My daughter is graduating from high school and I’m tired of looking fat in pictures. I know losing some weight is no guarantee I won’t still look fat, but maybe I’ll look a little better. Still, I’m less than motivated for the task.

As Lion said in his post, he’s trying to get in better shape. His initial statement to me was that he’ll have a Lion tamer at home and a Lion trainer at the gym. However, at the very end of his post he seems to suggest that he wants me to monitor his progress. The thought crossed my mind last night that I should contact his trainer and ask her to send me progress reports. She could chalk it up to my being either a concerned wife or a controlling wife. “What a bitch! She wants to know everything this poor guy does.” Poor guy indeed.

On the plus side, if Lion gets into shape I could tell him to drop and give me twenty push ups as a punishment. That might be interesting. To me at least. Not so much to him. Or when I make him stand in the corner he might have to hold something heavy. There could be endless possibilities.

I’d settle for Lion being in better shape and feeling better. We both need that. I’m not sure I really want to crack the whip on his exercise program. We’ll have to see how it goes. If he starts slacking I may need to step in but it’s too soon to tell right now.

A new level of control has been added to my life. Mrs. Lion has been my lion tamer. She controls most aspects of my life. Her paddle and other disciplinary tools are teaching me to be well behaved and obedient.

After my shoulder surgery last spring, I’ve been inactive and have had to severely restrict activity that includes my right shoulder. My physical therapists recommended that I start working to regain my strength and physical endurance. To do this, I hired a personal trainer. She is in charge of restoring my strength. She is in control of my physical training.

We had our first session yesterday. It was spent with her assessing my current fitness. It isn’t very good. She is positive that I will improve. I sure hope so. Fortunately, she doesn’t spank me if I don’t meet her expectations. I’m sure that idea never occurred to her.

Like my taming, training will be gradual. It will take a lot of time to make up for the losses caused by the surgery and recovery. I have to admit that I’m discouraged. I don’t know what I expected, but based on my woeful performance yesterday, fitness is a long way off.

Like taming, training will require me to acquire new habits. Just as I learned to never masturbate, I will have to learn to work out as second nature. If I hadn’t made all the behavioral changes for Mrs. Lion, I wouldn’t believe I could make fitness part of my life. I never imagined I would never masturbate again. I was sure that I would find a way to jerk off now and then. But I haven’t. I’m amazed.

If a behavior as primal as masturbation can be extinguished, then making an exercise program integral to my life should be easy. All it takes is firm control. Wearing a chastity device provided the control that taught me not to masturbate. Having a trainer who will make sure I follow my fitness routine should have a similar effect.

I’m willing to be tamed even if it is sometimes painful. I’m not sure that I feel the same way about training. Perhaps my tamer will assure that I do.