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I “warned” Lion I was going to use clothespins on him. I don’t know if he thought that was all the foreplay he was going to get because when I brought them out and started making a show of the plastic ones, he asked if I could get him a little excited first. Um, yeah. I remembered. I may have forgotten when it came to anal play, but I did remember it for CBT. Besides, I thought part of the pageantry was showing him the evil things before I used them.

Normally, I use one type of clothespin at a time. I don’t know why. I just pick one type and go with it. For some reason, I decided to do a combination of plain wooden ones and plastic ones. I have fewer of the plastic ones in the bedroom. They have more grip, so I don’t use a lot of them anyway. I’ve put something like 45 of the wooden ones on Lion’s balls in the past. I’d never try that with plastic.

I started the stripe near his anus and worked my way up. It’s easier that way. I can jerk him off without the clothespins being in the way. Certain spots along the way are more sensitive than others. Guess where the plastic clothespins went? I’m not entirely evil. If I were, I would have looked for more plastic clothespins so I could use them exclusively. I think he should consider himself lucky I only tugged on the plastic ones in the sensitive areas a few times.

Lion wasn’t very hard, to begin with, but when the clothespins started coming off, I lost him entirely. It’s too bad. I was planning on sucking him. Oh well. It gives me something to look forward to tonight. I think we’ll start out with the butt plug I was trying to shove into him the other night. I can put it on the bed to remind both of us what’s coming.

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In: Shock Collar

I am wearing my shock collar. This is the third day in a row that I am wearing it. I’m not sure if Mrs. Lion likes that I’m wearing it or if she is doing it because she knows I like to feel her control. You may not know it, but I regularly evaluate products that I don’t review here. For example, the specific shock collar that I am wearing is a modified Petsafe collar that uses a cellphone app to control it. It’s expensive but convenient. The drawback is that Bluetooth only has a range of about 35 feet.

The cell phone-controlled collar is perfect for use at home. In stores and other public places, I can wander off too far for the signal to reach me. The tradeoff is the convenience of not needing a separate remote. Mrs. Lion can correct me in public without worry that other people might wonder what she is doing.

Any shock collar has to be modified to fit around the cock and balls. I haven’t seen one that will adjust to the small size needed for our purpose. The strap has to be radically shortened. With many shock collars, this is a problem. All are made with a fixed-length end and an adjustable one. I haven;t found a collar that has a short enough fixed end to work.

Many of the less expensive collars are made of plastic. The better-quality ones have a woven collar. They are the only kind that will fit well. The plastic material is very difficult to shorten. it’s too stiff to tighten around my cock and balls. The woven material is soft and works well. We cut off the standard buckle on mine. Mrs. Lion sewed velcro on the ends of the shortened collar. That provides a secure and comfortable fit.

Most collars are one-piece. The material is threaded through fittings on the receiver, and holes are cut for the contacts. We adjusted the collar’s length and drilled new holes for the contacts. The contacts screw in. They are easy to remove. If you make the holes in the collar small enough, the contacts will hold the collar in place when screwed back in.

The whole process of adapting the collar took less than an hour. It was a fun family project. I’m currently on the hunt for another shock collar that uses a separate transmitter with a lot of range. We can use that model for shopping and other occasions when I might wander out of Bluetooth range.

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In: CBT

Lion had a doctor’s appointment today. This one was a general checkup. All systems go. The doctor says he’ll live a long time. Lion thinks otherwise. For some reason, he thinks averaging the ages of his parents when they died is a good indicator of how long he’ll live. By that reasoning, if your father died in war or your mother died in a car accident, your life span will be drastically shortened. This is simply not true. Life expectancy tends to increase over time. (Although it has declined due to COVID.) And, with advances in medicine, people are either living longer with a disease or avoiding the disease altogether. I’m happy to say that I’ll be stuck with Lion for a long time to come.

When we got home, he said he likes being outside. He told me at the beginning of summer that he used to sit out on the back porch with the dog in the afternoon. He mentioned wanting to do it again. Has he? Nope. I don’t know that he could manage it on his own, especially since the dog is so rambunctious, but he could ask me to help him. I may not have time to sit with him while I’m working, but he could take his phone out and text me when he was done. I think it would help to alleviate any cabin fever he might be feeling.

Last night, Lion didn’t want to play. Well, I think he wanted to play, but he was too full after dinner. He said he should be good to go tonight as long as I don’t feed him anything too spicy. It wasn’t really spicy, but I know what he means. I am on a mission to make him the correct amount and type of food that will not impede play. For the record, I’m sure he wasn’t trying to avoid the clothespins I was pulling out just before he announced he didn’t want to play. Even if he was, it didn’t work. He’ll get them tonight.

[Lion — I couldn’t see what Mrs. Lion was up to last night.\

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In: Anal play, BDSM

I knew that it was a mistake. Mrs. Lion told me to assume the position. She started inserting a butt plug. It hurt a little. I asked her to stop. When I thought about it, I realized it wasn’t so much that I didn’t want her doing anal play as it was the “surprise.” This was the exact scenario that made me ask her to stop in the past.

It wasn’t that anything special had to happen. I just needed to prepare mentally and, a little bit, physically. The prep doesn’t take long. The other night, she had me lie on the massage table, face down. The act of going into my office got me thinking that something sexual was coming. Having to lie on my stomach sent the message that my butt would be involved. Mrs. Lion started with a single lubed finger. It took me a little while to feel comfortable that way. She added more fingers, one at a time. By the time the third was added and her hand was moving, I was open and comfortable.

On Wednesday night, there was no warmup at all. I was unprepared. Even if I’m mentally ready, my anus needs a slow start. Once it’s used to being visited, I’m able to handle whatever Mrs. Lion wants to shove up my ass. What happened with my rear end on Wednesday wasn’t a rejection. It was just a kind of unpleasant shock.

In her post, “Red Light. No, Maybe Yellow. No, No. Red,” she wrote about pinching my nipples. I’m usually fine with that, even though I don’t like it. I guess I was off my game because of the earlier anal stuff. It’s true that I like it if Mrs. lion just does things to me without consultation. The massage table, anal-penetration is a perfect example of this. There’s a big difference between getting my agreement and preparing me for the inevitable.

We’ve had a hard time with this aspect. I am absolutely delighted with Mrs. Lion taking charge and having her way with me. I love it! I’m still having very happy memories of the massage table fun. My only problem is when I’m not prepared for what’s coming. Being prepared isn’t the same as giving my agreement. It’s necessary steps that are part of the ultimate act.

For example, Mrs. Lion wouldn’t think of inserting a butt plug without lubing me first. Lube is required for safety. Gentle insertion of a finger or something smaller than a plug is required to signal my anus it should relax. That’s how I’m wired. Over time, I need a lot less signaling. I’m out of practice now. Nipple pinching requires some prep, too, not very much, but some. I need to be ready. Normally, Mrs. Lion starts off with gentle pinches. I find myself wanting more. She always gives me more, a lot more. It may hurt, but I like it.

Pain play and insertion play require their own special foreplay. Sometimes it’s easy to forget.

[Mrs. Lion — Fair enough. I do know that I need to get Mr. Weenie involved before I start doing things with the boys. It makes sense that other play would require a warning shot.]