Mrs. Lion has been wearing herself out moving the last of our belongings from the old house to the new one. We filled one moving van and still had stuff left over. This is all after we had a removal company take four truckloads of stuff we don’t want away. She is exhausted. She’s said that until the rest of the stuff gets to the new house and she’s been able to unpack some of the boxes, she won’t have the energy for anything else.
I certainly can’t argue with that. Well, if I were the heartless, sex-fiend I sometimes consider myself, I would argue. The bottom line is that there really isn’t any good reason why any of Mrs. Lion’s energy should be diverted to sexual or disciplinary activity. Right now we both have to focus on getting our new home in order and restoring our lives.
Mrs. Lion gave me an orgasm only a couple of days ago so there’s no reason for me to feel deprived because she has no time or energy to play with my penis. Perversely, my penis doesn’t care. It keeps getting hard in the evening when I’m trying to get to sleep and again in the morning as I awaken. It’s not the normal morning wood. I find myself having very erotic fantasies as I wake up.
You might think it would be a good idea for me to be locked in my cage. Alas, it’s not. The last thing we need is for me to spray pee all over. No, I can’t pee sitting down right now. I’m having difficulty getting up and down and the extra strain of having to sit down to pee would be too much.
The current situation is a departure from the way we agreed we would handle life events that disrupt our power exchanges. The idea was that one way or another we would make time to do the minimum. We never anticipated the extreme level of exhaustion that Mrs. Lion is having. She’s had to take on all of the physical work.
Okay, where do we go from here? Maybe this is a good time to share thoughts and ideas. When we first began enforced male chastity, we bounced a lot of interesting stuff back and forth in our daily emails. The same was true when we began our Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD). We had some amazingly hot spanking exchanges, promises of future oral sex, and detailed thoughts about anal activity. I miss those emails. I got many an erection reading Mrs. Lion’s thoughts.
The other night I briefly mentioned that I thought it might be fun to try fisting again. Over the years, from time to time Mrs. Lion would try to get her hand up my ass. She worked her way up to three fingers. At that point it seemed that I couldn’t stretch any further. I’m pretty sure that I was just being a baby about it. We have one and three-quarter inch diameter dildo that Mrs. Lion has used to penetrate me.
It was uncomfortable at first. After a while, I didn’t mind it inside me at all. I even learned to accept her thrusting in and out. It took time and patience on her part and some disagreeable sensations on mine to get there.
A while ago I found a video of a woman fisting her husband. That’s not unusual since there are thousands of them out there. This one, looked like both partners weren’t professionals. She gently began with one finger and works her way up being inside him past her wrist. Here is a link to that video. The guy in this video is clearly no stranger to being fisted. I imagine it will take Mrs. Lion a lot longer until I get used to it. This thing, contrary to popular belief, is not a stretching of the anus. It’s actually training the anus to relax.
One thing about seeing the video and a couple of others puzzle me. The guys always have an erection. Some of them play with themselves while their partner is penetrating their asses. I’m never erect when receiving anal attention. Maybe it’s like spanking; thinking about it turns me on but actually doing it isn’t exciting at the time. I know I want it even if it doesn’t make me hard.
We used to do a lot of anal play. I imagine that the extra work involved in getting lube and other necessary items, as well as cleaning up afterward, discouraged pursuing this further. I think if we put together an anal kit consisting of: lube,dildos, wet wipes, and other useful accessories including our ever-handy lube injecting syringe, we can keep this kit by the bed so when the mood strikes, all will be ready. Alternatively, Mrs. Lion can just tell me to go fetch whatever it is she needs.
I think it comes down to motivation and inertia. Both of us tend to get into ruts. We generally work our way out by committing to do whatever it is we’ve procrastinated about every day or every other day. In the case of anal penetration, every other day it is probably the most often I could handle.
I’m not blaming Mrs. Lion for this. I am very likely to want to avoid anal activity. It’s uncomfortable and requires me to move my butt. Nevertheless, I think it’s an excellent choice for us for precisely the reason we avoid it. We need to move out of our comfort zone and take more physical action. I need to work harder at accepting.
Another positive value in anal activity is that success is measurable. Two fingers the first day, next session 3 or even four. The fact that learning to be fisted and pegged is very uncomfortable for me helps train Mrs. Lion as well. Just as she learned over time to deliver very painful spankings, she will learn to persist in penetrating me even though she knows I am hating it at the time. If she goes slowly, my discomfort isn’t necessarily an indication that she’s hurting me. It’s just that it is painful to learn to relax my anal sphincter.
I’m a fan of this sort of activity. I need to learn that everything done to me, aside from punishment of course, doesn’t have to feel good. I think that’s important.