We are down to the last few cards in the Box O’Fun. When I pick the last one, Mrs. Lion takes all of the cards we used and puts them back. There is no way for me to escape any torture she wrote on a card. I can postpone it with a Do-Over card. If I use that, I can pick another card. The one I rejected goes back in the box. Eventually, I will pick it again.
Mrs. Lion clearly wants me to find certain cards. In the past, she would make duplicates and triplicates of her favorites. She had to pull them out because I managed to pull the same penalty out on consecutive days. Now, there is just one of each. She really likes me to select “Velcro”. This is an activity she invented. She has a bunch of 1/2-inch wide velcro cable ties. They have particularly scratchy hooks on one side and strong loops on the other. She likes to wrap one around the base of my penis when it is soft. Then she plays with it. As I get hard, the Velcro band gets tighter and tighter. It hurts as I get more aroused.
I think she likes irony. Here I am, aching from the constriction around my penis. All I have to do is lose sexual interest and the pain will stop. I know this, yet my penis not only doesn’t shrink, it grows until it is completely erect. It really does have a mind of its own. Worse than the pain from the relentless squeeze, when Mrs. Lion releases it, the blood rushing into my penis gives me a sharp pain that makes me yelp. If I had a choice, I would have elected to leave the band on. If you’ve ever had clothespins attached to a sensitive area, you may have an idea of what this pain is like when one of the clothespins is quickly removed.
She really loves those clothespins
The reason we spend so much time talking about clothespins is that Mrs. Lion uses various kinds as her go-to BDSM toys. Other than spanking, which is no longer BDSM for us — It’s how I am punished — clothespins are easy, convenient, and painful for CBT. Mrs. Lion is fond of telling me that I “like” them. She points out that I am hard when she puts them on me.
She’s right about the erection. As I mentioned before, my penis is not necessarily a good indicator of how much fun I am having. Maybe Mrs. Lion is right and it is. After all, this was all my idea including the domestic discipline. For the record, I was hard with the dollhouse clothespins that were attached to the shaft of my penis. I think it would have been hard if she put them on the head. Part of me, the sick, crazy part, wonders that if she applied them to the head, maybe starting with one, and leaving it there a minute or two, on a regular basis, would I learn to handle the pain. I’ve long held a theory that repeated activity can increase tolerance.
From experience with other things, I’ve discovered this might be true. For this sort of education, my erection is a good indicator. If I start to lose it and some gentle frenum massage doesn’t keep it up, it probably means I am at my current limit of “pleasure”. Consistent training should allow her to add more and more while I stay at attention. Another experiment, Mrs. Lion?
The experiments are very nice 🙂
Not so much for me!
Clothespins on the head of a cock sounds pretty painful – I’d pass on that one
It is! That and extra strength Icy Hot on the balls or the two activities I try to avoid. I can’t avoid them forever because sooner or later I’m going to pick the cards that tell Mrs. Lion to do them. It certainly adds interest to our play.
I honestly find it surprising that the icy hot doesn’t bother your penis. It definitely makes the balls cringe, but I also find it makes me really aware of Angus.
Since Mrs. Lion has always applied it to my balls, when she tried putting it on my penis, it felt mild to me. I’m sure if she jerked me off using Icy Hot as lube, I would change my mind.
There is no doubt that it really affects the scrotal sac, but my Queen likes to slather it on all over down there. I do notice it completely! lol