Lion never did watch his opera. He was in his office for most of the day. By the time he came out to mix up the food for the strawberries and tomatoes, I was ready to abandon waxing. It takes a while to change the water and feed them once he’s done with his part. But the wax was all melted so I decided to do it. I have to go on a prescription run so I wouldn’t have time to do it tonight.

I know it’s been a while, well over a month, since I’ve waxed him. He seemed to have more chest hair. It’s no big deal. Just an observation. He always had chest hair, and it wasn’t a problem. At some point, he decided he wanted that gone too. The only issue I’ve had with chest hair is that it tickles my nose when we snuggle. I don’t remember that happening before he wanted it waxed. Of course, I don’t remember the hair at the base of his penis tickling my nose then, either.

While I was cleaning him up, I tried to get him off. He was very oily and seemed to be interested. I guess he wasn’t too interested because he stopped me after a while. Even a slippery weenie isn’t a horny weenie. I’ll have to see what I can do with my mouth.

Since we were late getting done with waxing, I forgot all about his punishment-day swats. I can make it up today. It’s punishment day again. Does that mean I owe him five minutes from Saturday and five from today? That’s an interesting question. I could just keep going for a while after the timer has gone off. Or I could make the swats harder. Both are solid ideas. Lion will have to wait for the answer.

Hairless male

Male pubic grooming is a subject that doesn’t seem to get much attention. I see some references to manscaping but no real discussion of what it means for most men. Let’s face it, any sort of body hair attention is a fairly new idea. In the last century, body grooming had a sort of feminine air. Guys were supposed to be hairy. It didn’t occur to me until a girlfriend brought it to my attention in an unsubtle way.

Before I met this woman, I trimmed my pubic hair.I didn’t remove all that much but trimmed to about two inches. I thought it looked good. We had really good sex. I forgot about trimming my hair. After about a month, we were playing. She had me tied to the bed. She left the room and came back with a bowl of water, soap, and one of her razors. Without a word, she began shaving my pubic hair. I asked her to stop and explain what she was doing. She smiled and said, “Can’t you tell?” Then she explained that she didn’t like pubic hair. She said that when we met, I didn’t have much. She went on to explain that she never liked pubic hair. She had almost none. She didn’t have to shave.

I didn’t protest further. I wanted her to be attracted to me and I figured that she was the only one who would see me naked. It looked and felt odd, but she was happy. I got used to it and learned to like how I looked. I had absolutely no idea that there was such a thing as manscaping. After we broke up, I stayed hairless. Women I dated never commented on it. Most had full bushes of their own. I guess the times caught up with me. More and more men were hairless. When I checked out porn videos, no one had any pubic hair. How about that? I was a trendsetter.

Women have been removing body hair for a long time. I’ve never dated a woman who had hairy legs or pits. I’m all in favor of them removing the pubic hair too. Womanscaping is almost universally accepted. There is occasional controversy about shaving pubes, but I’ve never seen any serious discussion of hairy legs or pits.

Over the years, I decided to extend my manscaping. At this point, the only body hair I have is on my arms and legs. Mrs. Lion prefers hairy legs.. My chest, back, pits, pubes, and butt are all hairless. I like how I look. My chest is much better looking without the fur. It’s a choice that doesn’t suggest anything about my masculinity. I think that’s a good thing. Maybe we should write and read more about male body hair options. I wonder how women feel about it. Mrs. Lion says she is neutral on the subject, but clearly likes my hairless pubes.

[Mrs. Lion — For the record, I don’t care about body hair, except when guys are really hairy. I don’t like when a guy looks like he’s wearing a sweater when he’s naked. Lion’s pubic hair tickles my nose when it gets to a certain length and I tease him about it, but it wouldn’t matter if it was always there. I got used to it not being there and I could get used to it being there. Lack of pubic hair makes wearing a cage and anal play a little easier, but manscaping is mostly for Lion.]

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday (“Cool Enough to Wax“), our heatwave is over. With any luck the rest of the summer will be normal (high 80s, low 50s). I’m writing this post on Tuesday afternoon. Mrs. Lion plans to wax me later today. She’s noticed fur has grown back.

I originally thought of losing body hair as a sort of submissive gesture. That was because my first experience was with a woman who topped me and disliked body hair. She shaved my pubes and butt. I liked the way it looked. Over time, the idea of hairlessness as a sign of submission died out. It’s a cosmetic choice. It’s also practical if you practice male chastity. Hair gets in the way.

Any time I post about pubic hair removal, I get a lot of responses, mostly from men who remove that hair and want to talk about it. That seems odd. I guess these men believe that body hair removal is more than aesthetic. Every woman I’ve talked to about male body hair, whether they like it, hate it, or don’t care, doesn’t attribute any deeper meaning to removing it.

Even my first partner, who hated it, didn’t see my baldness as a symbol of anything. It just looked and felt better to her. Some women are turned on by hairy men. I’ve known a few. They don’t interpret the fur as a symbol of dominance. They’re just turned on by body hair.

Only guys who remove the hair down there attribute any deeper meaning to it. Some of them will invariably add comments to posts like this. They want to tell us how staying hairless makes them submissive. Guys, it doesn’t. Before Mrs. Lion, I was a top. I was well known as one. Guess what? I didn’t have a single pubic hair. Not one submissive woman saw that as a problem or a hint that I wasn’t a strong, dominant man.

My point is that a lot of things that some guys see as symbols of submission only exist in their minds. Women don’t see shaved balls as a symbol. They see balls without hair. Very few women think men in panties are sexy or submissive. Most privately think it is silly. Sometimes Mrs. Lion makes me wear them because she knows I don’t like them and they embarrass me. I feel silly when I have to wear panties, not submissive.

Mrs. Lion, like most women, doesn’t particularly care how much body hair I have. I think I look better (and sexier) without hair. She’s happy to go along. Neither of us thinks it makes me submissive. She never shaved her pubic hair. She doesn’t have much, and yes, it tickles my nose when she lets me lick her. So what? She feels the same way about sucking me.

My point is that personal grooming is an aesthetic choice, not a social/sexual one.


We are supposed to get cooler weather starting today. I hope so. Our indoor farm has produced a lot of green tomatoes and a few that are getting ripe. It’s silly to get excited about a few cherry tomatoes, but we are.

Saturday night, Mrs. Lion didn’t need to get out the massage table. She didn’t need it. She had me lie across the bed for a full-orgasm blow job. Wow. She reported that I produced some semen. That’s two in a row. She asked if she was better than the blowjob machine I just reviewed (“Review: Amovibe Vibrating Blowjob Machine“). Silly lioness.

We are staying in today. I won’t be waxed. It’s too hot in the pantry where our waxing equipment is set up. It isn’t that urgent. My hair isn’t long enough to make Mrs. Lion sneeze. She said that she was going to take off all my hair this time. All that will be left is above my neck and my arms. My legs are getting too hairy.

I can’t remember what I look like with pubic hair. The last time I had any was almost thirty years ago. After the first time my then-girlfriend shaved me, she said that I would forget what I looked like with hair down there. She was right. It’s too late to find out. The laser hair removal I had over 20 years ago worked. Just a small patch at the base of my penis grows back. I also get a few hairs on my balls. That was the total extent of the laser treatments. They were expensive and painful, but they worked.

It’s an obvious advantage to be hairless when wearing a male chastity device. Pubic hair gets caught in it and is pulled painfully. A lot of guys learn this early on and shave. I always laughed when I heard guys say that shaved pubes are feminine. Nope. Hair or no hair, my gender is absolutely obvious.

Many consider wearing a male chastity device a game. Well, it certainly is a form of keep-away. It can be big, frustrating fun. Others see it as a way to force sexual submission. That may be exciting, but from what I’ve experienced and seen, it is still a game. The least considered purpose of a device that locks the penis is masturbation training.

Most men, me included, never considered masturbation as real sex. It was a way to relieve frustration. I did it when I felt the need. It never occurred to me that Mrs. Lion cared. As long as I was available to her when she wanted me, what difference did it make? It turned out that until the day I asked her to lock me in a male chastity device, she had no idea that I jerked off. When I told her, she was unhappy.

In her mind, masturbating was a form of cheating. I was having sex behind her back. Other women I lived with had no problem with me jerking off. In fact, when they were too tired to get me off, they would “help me” while I did it. Their help consisted of tickling my balls. I liked it. So, when Mrs. Lion told me that it bothered her that I masturbated, I was very surprised.

When we discussed her new role as my disciplinary wife, her first rule was no masturbating. She knew that enforcement was impossible unless I was wearing a male chastity device. I thought that being made to wear one 24/7 was hot. She knew that I couldn’t jerk off if I had one on. She unlocked me and got me off when she thought it was time.

Over three years of wearing the device full time, I was conditioned not to masturbate. Even when the device was off, I didn’t try. I’m in my ninth year of this. I don’t wear a device full time. I also don’t masturbate. Mrs. Lion has produced every orgasm I’ve had since January 2014. She won’t even let me do it while she watches. She is the only source of orgasms for me.

For the record, I don’t miss masturbating at all. It isn’t a struggle to avoid doing it. Even writing about it doesn’t tempt me. I still get grumpy if I’m very horny, but I don’t even think about rubbing one out. I’m glad that Mrs. Lion doesn’t have to worry that I’m doing something behind her back.