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In: Punishment, Spanking

Lion’s backside wasn’t as furry as I’d feared. I thought it would take forever to wax him. I was surprised at how much hair was in his crack, but that’s really the only bad spot. It took longer to prepare his skin than it actually did to wax him. That’s the good news.

The bad news is that Lion spilled food on his shirt and was looking at punishment. I suppose it was more good news for him that I was too sore to swat him last night. This morning I saw that he hadn’t managed to sneak out without my noticing to set up the coffee pot. More bad news. Or is it? If I had punished him last night, then I would be whomping on already sore buns tonight. I guess he could look at it as good news that I’m “only” adding five more minutes to tonight’s spankfest. Lucky him. I know he’s not looking forward to any punishment, and more is definitely not better.

Lion wanted to have more touchy-feely action earlier yesterday. He says we never touch except for sex. Not true, but okay. After he was waxed and showered, I waited for him in the bedroom. He went off to do something quickly on his computer and said he’d be right back. Not true, but okay. When I finally decided to get up and do the garbage, Lion said he’d be right in. I did the garbage, and he still hadn’t come in. So I waited. Eventually, he showed up and said he didn’t know I was done. I think he wasn’t paying attention. And what happened to the one quick thing he needed to do? Apparently, that morphed into other things. He explained he’s been trying to move files from one place to another. Okay. Don’t care. He wanted touchy-feely action, so he should have been in the bedroom.

Anyway, he finally got into the bedroom and, of course, the TV went on. But once it was clear that he was getting his touchy-feely time, he muted it. I hadn’t really decided if I wanted him to have an orgasm or not. It usually depends on how far we get. However, I need to tell him at some point, so he knows if he’ll get punished for not having an orgasm when I want it or having one when I don’t want it. So, when things were getting hot and heavy, I stopped. He was panting. He was pretty close. Good. I said I guessed he wanted an orgasm. He said it was up to me. Of course, it is. I went back to work on him and stopped again when he seemed even closer. He was panting more heavily. I told him I’d decided I did want an orgasm. I could have told him anything at that point, and he wouldn’t have actually heard me. So I put him out of his misery.

Now with his orgasm “out of the way,” he can dwell on the fact that his punishment will be fifteen minutes tonight. Fifteen long minutes.

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In: CBT

I managed to wax the front half of Lion yesterday before my back was shot. It’s not unusual to do the waxing in two parts. However, today I am sore. My body is angry about trimming the hedges. I feel like I usually did in the first days of soccer practice. Even if I ran all summer and did ball handling skills, those first few days of practice kicked my ass. When Lion asked if I was finishing up waxing today, I told him I was pretty sore. He said it probably didn’t matter anyway. He sounds like Eeyore when he says things like that. “Thanks for noticing.” I love Eeyore. He’s depressed and depressing, but that makes him more endearing. In Lion’s case, it just makes him sound pathetic. I guess I’ll start the wax so I can finish Eeyore’s backside.

lion being edged

While I was rubbing oil in to loosen the remaining wax, I rubbed my weenie. Lion was very hard. As I rubbed him with a towel to get the wax off, I also rubbed my weenie. I’m sure Lion thought I was done every time I stopped, but I kept going back. Each time he was hard. I told him I should bring the oil into the bedroom to continue later. I think we did that once. We got oil all over the place. It’s not worth the mess, but it does work a lot better than any lube we own. [Lion — It’s light mineral oil we get on amazon.]

I thought I could get him to the edge last night. I was going to give him an orgasm. Then I decided that he’d only been teased once to the edge since his last orgasm. I’m sure he’s horny, but I haven’t exactly frustrated him yet. Unfortunately, my neck started hurting. If he had been closer to the edge, I would have kept going. I can power through the pain sometimes. But he wasn’t anywhere near the edge. He apologized. It was my fault. I should have taken Tylenol so I felt better. I’ll have to take some before waxing and, if the timing is right, I’ll take more before we play. I can’t let tiredness and achiness win all the time.

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In: Rules

I finished trimming the top of the hedge this morning. My arms are a little Jell-o-y but not as bad as yesterday. After asking me how I was doing, Lion sighed and said he guessed I wouldn’t be waxing him today. Whine much? Unless I am physically unable to move my arms, I’ll wax him later.

I’m not sure how I feel about Lion’s post from this morning. I knew he got a new toy. I knew it was for masturbation. But I didn’t know he’d try it himself. Usually, I’m involved in the process of anything like that, especially since he’s not allowed to masturbate. He’ll say he’s allowed to touch himself as long as he doesn’t get near the edge and he’s right. I did tell him he was allowed to play with himself idly, and it was okay if he got hard in the process. Of course, I meant if he was sitting at his desk and his hand wandered. I didn’t mean he should purposely do it. I’ll consider that a reasonable misunderstanding. A few weeks ago, I proposed Lion be able to masturbate in front of me and with my permission. He didn’t like the idea. He thought it was a slippery slope. So why would he think it was okay to try out a masturbation toy without me? [Lion — Maybe I was wrong. If it’s easier to let me jerk off, why shouldn’t she have me do it?]

It’s not that I’m always a fan of trying out his discoveries. I did wonder about the Fleshlight, and we got one to test. Then he got another similar toy. And another. And I’m all for trying new things to make things more satisfying for him. (I draw the line at adding another person, just for the record.) Some of those things work, and some don’t. But we test them out together. I guess I’m just surprised we didn’t with this one. Maybe I need to make a rule that I have to be asked if I want to help him try out a new toy. I didn’t think we needed one, but clearly, we do. I don’t care so much about chastity devices. If he wants to wear it long-term, I do. Just to test out fit or to take a picture of it, he can do it independently. But I have the first right to refuse to test a new toy with him, especially masturbation toys.

Lion, no doubt, will be surprised by this revelation. I’m not sure why. The masturbation rule has been in effect since we started male chastity. While I did give him some leeway recently, I certainly didn’t mean he could run with it. I hope we’re on the same page now. [Lion — OK.]

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In: Body Hair Removal

My post is late, in part, because I decided to take advantage of another nice Friday afternoon to do battle with the hedge in front of the house. I hate that thing. I don’t like yard work to begin with, but I can tolerate mowing the lawn. Anything beyond that is unreasonable. I’d rather spray weed killer than whack the weeds. And I’d rather cut this stupid hedge down once and for all than trim it. Sadly, it’s the landlord’s hedge, so I can’t rip it out. However, I can cut it so far back that I won’t have to worry about it for a long time, and if it dies – oops.

Right now, my arms feel like Jell-O. If I had to guess, I’d say the hedge is about thirty feet long and six feet tall in places. That’s a long time to lift a hedge trimmer when you’re not used to manual labor. And I didn’t even get to the top yet. I only did the sides. I’m thinking I can bring the truck along the hedge, stand in the back and be able to cut the top without trying to lift the trimmer over my head. But that’s for another day.

Speaking of another day, Lion wants to be waxed this weekend. I guess it’s only fair. I trimmed one hedge. I should trim the other. Of course, once I finish the hedge outside, I won’t touch it again till next year. Lion needs trimming every month or so. Yard work. Blech. I was going to turn the wax on as soon as I got home today, but it’s supposed to rain this weekend, so outside work needed to be done first. Poor Lion. He’ll need to wait for tomorrow.

I know there are a few long hairs on his balls. I’ve seen them. But the fur at the base of his cock isn’t tickling my nose yet. Should I wait till it does before I wax him? I’ll see if my Jell-O arms feel better before I actually commit. I can’t remember when I did it last. I suppose I could pour over my posts, but I don’t really think it matters. I wax him when he needs it. Well, sometime after he needs it, depending on how we feel and how much time we have. He swears it shouldn’t take as long as it did last time because there should be less hair. That would make sense if all the hair were concentrated in one spot. His balls and that stubborn patch at the base of his cock are fairly concentrated. But he still has hair all over his stomach and chest. Yes, there’s less of it, but it’s spread out. It’s not like I can do his chest and move on. His back tends to have less hair, but he never had much, to begin with. And his butt is mostly naked. I’m chalking that up to improved spanking and the hairs’ lack of will to be beaten. Yup. That must be it.