Mrs. Lion took my request to heart to unwind before beginning any activity with me. It meant she started later, about an hour after dinner. It was worth the wait. She started by putting clothespins on my nipples. She was using the wooden ones lined with abrasive tread tape. Those sharp little rocks hurt! She didn’t stop with my nipples. She moved south and put some on my balls.
The wooden clothespins without the tread tape aren’t too uncomfortable. When Mrs. Lion applies one to a particularly sensitive spot, it hurts a lot. She knows where all those spots are and makes sure she puts a clothespin on each one. With the tread-tape version, the discomfort is magnified. Even when applied to less sensitive spots, they hurt. It’s more fun for her if I feel each one.
She masturbated me between the application of each clothespin. I was very hard and aroused. That distracted me from the discomfort. I’ve noticed that if I’m very aroused I feel less pain. It’s much easier to accept Icy Hot and other painful play if I am very aroused. That’s one reason why I don’t like it when Mrs. Lion starts before enough foreplay to get me ready.
You could argue that it’s fair for her not to arouse me first. That way I will get the full effect of whatever painful activity she is performing. This is where we get into the murky area of who is supposed to have fun. Mrs. Lion insists that all this is for my entertainment. Shouldn’t that mean she should restrict her tortures to things I enjoy or at least tolerate?
I’m pretty sure she would disagree. Does that mean she should maximize my discomfort when she “plays” with me? This question is answered differently as Mrs. Lion continues to grow into her role. Lioness 1.0 definitely stuck to minimizing discomfort. She was rather timid and her play and spankings were not very painful.
She evolved to Lioness 2.0 when she consciously aimed for the spots she knew would hurt the most. She was willing to spank me hard enough to make me yelp. Her punishments became increasingly severe. 2.0 wasn’t willing to use the tiny dollhouse clothespins. She wouldn’t punish me for annoying her. She stuck to a small number of household rules.
Lioness 3.0 arrived when she stopped reacting to my screams and yelps during a spanking. She is more than willing to use those nasty little clothespins on the head of my penis. Instead of just two, she starts out with four. She also seems ready to repeat this often until I learn to manage the pain and take more. She prefers more intense play. As a treat, she will use the plain clothespins or just tie up my balls. Lioness 3.0 play is much more uncomfortable for me.
You might think that I would yearn for the good old days of 2.0. Everything was much more manageable then. I don’t. 3.0’s change of focus is what I wanted from the start. When she spanks me, she looks at the physical changes to my bottom. She wants a certain deep red color. She would like some bruises too. I feel bruises for a couple of days after I’m punished.
It doesn’t matter what she wants to see. What matters is that she is deciding what’s enough. I no longer have a vote. I can scream and cry all I want. She isn’t interested. The only way I can stop a spanking is to use my safeword. If I do, she will stop at once. I will only use it if I am in genuine distress. I know that spankings are supposed to hurt a lot. I don’t like that, but I’m not supposed to.
She is only just starting to apply the same sort of control to play. The last time she put a menthol rub on my balls, she made me leave it on for a certain amount of time no matter how much it burned. It isn’t harmful, just really uncomfortable down there. The same was true last time those nasty little clothespins ended up on the head of my penis. She didn’t keep them there very long but told me they were staying on until she decided to take them off. I let her know that I wanted them off NOW! Too bad. She told me I could take it.
When it comes to lesser tortures like the tread-coated clothespins, I don’t beg to get them off. I can endure with only an occasional grunt of pain. As 3.0 evolves, this activity may move into the “treat” column. This evolution doesn’t upset me. Mrs. Lion has observed that I am very aroused and ready for sex when she finishes even my least favorite play. As she correctly points out, I obviously like it.
It’s hard to deny that observation. I do get excited when she gives me advance warning of the night’s play. Go figure!
I am particularly happy that she is punishing me for annoying her. Well, I am not happy I am being spanked. I am happy she is finally letting me know when I upset her and she is willing to go to the trouble to help me change. I won’t admit it when I am in the spanking position, but I am happy she is willing to increase the intensity of my spankings. I am also glad she is less interested in pleasing me when we play. The fact that we play pleases me. What she does isn’t supposed to.
It turns out Mrs. Lion is evolving.