It seems counterintuitive that on a male chastity blog, so much attention is paid to my rear end. Since we practice domestic discipline, my bottom is spanked fairly regularly. Mrs. Lion has also committed to regular anal play as well. This makes sense. Male chastity is about regulating my orgasms. Mrs. Lion limits them to when she thinks I should get release. Anal activity and spanking are unregulated and occur more frequently.

We spent years working out the best placement of my bottom for spanking. Over the knee never worked for Mrs. Lion. Other placements, like on the bed, didn’t afford her the easy access she needed. We finally discovered our spanking bench. It’s at just the right height, and my legs dangle down so that my entire rear is fully exposed for her attention.

Before moving to our current home, we had a sling that she put me in. The sling kept my bottom high in the air. My legs were spread so that she had excellent anal access. The height was adjusted to be perfect for her. Even though we had this setup, Mrs. Lion usually preferred the bed with me on my knees.

She feels that this arrangement isn’t ideal anymore. We have no place to hang the sling. I suggested that she could also use the spanking bench for anal activities. The only difference in my position would be with my legs apart, riding it. This might give her good access. The bench is lower than the sling. Fortunately, Mrs. Lion’s office is right next to where we use the spanking bench. She can roll her desk chair into the room and comfortably sit while she tortures me.

Maybe the spanking bench could do triple duty as a CBT handjob platform. If I lie on my back with my legs dangling off the end, Mrs. Lion could sit in her desk chair and deal with me in comfort. We have straps to hold me down. My hands and feet could easily be attached to the legs of the bench. Who knew it would turn out to be such an excellent multitasker.

Lion has his MRI this afternoon. He says he hopes they can find his brain. I’ve been teasing him that maybe they’ll need a microscope rather than an MRI. If they find something, it may be good news if they can fix it. If they don’t find something, the question remains unanswered. Which is better? I have mixed feelings. If it can be fixed, it’s great, but what if it can’t? And if they don’t find anything we still don’t know what’s going on. Does that mean more tests? Or does he wait to see if it happens again and rush to the ER for an MRI then? Many years ago, they did an EEG to see if they could figure out my migraines. They concluded that the EEG needed to be done while I was having a migraine, but you can’t exactly schedule a migraine to coincide with the EEG. I guess I’m hoping for a discovery that is fixable.

[Lion — The problem that brought all this on was that one morning I woke up and my vision was much worse than usual. The world was dark; just shadows. I also had a hard time keeping my balance. When I had my neurologist visit, she worried that it might be an issue with blood flow to my brain. The MRIs are going to look to see if there is blood blocked or some other brain problem.]

Last night, Lion had some sort of reaction to dinner. He has it every once in a while. I think it has something to do with chicken. He thinks it’s an allergic reaction. It doesn’t happen every time he eats chicken, but he has eaten chicken when it happens. It’s weird. It left him worn out and with a sore tummy. He said I could play with my weenie, but I must have misunderstood how much he wanted me to play with it. In hindsight, he might have been okay with playing all the way. I just fondled him for a while.

He’s been making remarks about spanking lately. Perhaps it’s time for a “just because” spanking. Obviously, I couldn’t do it last night. Tonight is another night. While I have him on the spanking bench, I can evaluate using it for anal play. We won’t do any, but I can check out the lay of the land. I know his buns are accessible. I need to check out how accessible his anus is. I have a feeling it will be more than adequate. I applaud Lion for thinking of it. He may wish he hadn’t.

Things are getting more interesting and almost certainly more uncomfortable for me. Mrs. Lion plans on resuming anal activity on a regular basis (“Two Problems to Solve“) and said she would find a way to use restraints to fasten me, spread-eagle, to the bed.

When I’m attached to the bed on my back, it is much easier to apply IcyHot to my balls. I can’t squirm or try to get up and wash it off. I just have to stay on the bed and wait for the burning to stop. Mrs. Lion loves to create a red racing stripe down my balls by applying a wide coating of the hot stuff along the seam of my balls. The same position is also useful for putting those tiny clothespins on the head of my cock. All I can do is complain. I can’t take them off.

We had a sling set up in our old house. It was the ideal way to position me for anal activity. Even though it was set up full time, Mrs. Lion didn’t put me in it more than a couple of times a year. Almost all of our anal play was on the bed. We have a yoga pillow that could support me if staying on my knees proves too difficult. So the bed is certainly a good option for resuming ass stuffing.

I was as much of a barrier to anal play as Mrs. Lion. Most of the time, when she got the lube and a toy, I made an excuse to get out of it. Anal activity is one of those things that are hot to think about and uncomfortable to do. The only way it will work is for my lioness to disregard excuses and dive in. She does that for spanking. This is no different.

I wonder if the spanking bench would be a good platform for anal activity. I could be strapped in the same position as I am for a spanking. That makes my bottom very accessible. If Mrs. Lion sat in her desk chair, she would be at a perfect height to access my ass. If that works, it will solve two problems: The first is that I’m already trained to mount the bench when told. The second is that she can strap me down and avoid any difficulty when things get painful.

Anal play and IcyHot are very similar to spanking because my active cooperation shouldn’t be expected. Yes, I cooperate by getting in position and consenting to the activities. Once they start, my cooperation is no longer needed or expected. Mrs. Lion knows that I won’t like the stretch of my asshole or the pain on my cock and balls. She also knows that it turns me to think about those activities. It’s just like spanking.

Once we begin a BDSM activity, only a safeword should stop it. It’s easy to forget that in the heat of the moment. I know what I am getting into. She knows that I will not have fun while she does those things to me. She also knows that after the pain is gone, I’m turned on thinking about what happened to me.

In a slightly different way, this applies to sex. Once Mrs. Lion starts to edge me, she shouldn’t quit just because I start getting soft or tell her that I’m done. In the past, when she decides to press (jerk?) on, I almost always get hard again and reach the edge. In one-way sex, it’s very exciting to know that I don’t decide when it’s done. Mrs. Lion knows that in terms of stopping before I can ejaculate. I think it’s the same thing when I start losing interest. It’s not my choice. Mrs. Lion is in control.

I don’t really dislike anal play. I know I wrote that I do. I think the problem was, way back when, I said I wanted to be able to fist Lion. We worked toward that for a while and then we stopped doing anal play very often. Any time we picked it up again, Lion jumped right back on the bandwagon of my wanting to fist him. It felt like a lot of pressure to do something I didn’t care about doing anymore. He had no way of knowing I changed my mind. He never really pressured me. He just wanted to move forward with what he thought I still wanted. Once again, miscommunication bit us in the butt.

Of course, the other issue with anal play is that we don’t have our sling up anymore. I’m not even sure Lion could manage to get into it. Having him on his knees is also difficult for him. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable, which is silly given the fact that I’d be shoving something up his ass. He’s bound to feel some discomfort. It’s bad enough I have to have him on his knees for the short amount of time it takes to wax his crack. I’m sure there are other positions that would make anal play possible. [Lion — Pillows under my stomach would get me up high enough, I think.]

Another topic in Lion’s post was restraints. In the past, we were able to leave the ropes attached to the bed. Our old dog left things alone. Actually, I did have to remove the ones from the foot of the bed because they got in the way and the robot vacuum tried to eat them. There’s no way this dog will leave things alone and the vacuum will still try to eat them. I don’t want to say the restraints are more trouble than they’re worth, but it feels that way. Obviously, they aren’t worth much to me personally, but I can make a greater effort because I know how much it means to Lion. I’ll see if there’s a way to keep the ones at the head of the bed out of the way of the vacuum and the prying jaws of the dog. The ones at the foot of the bed are easier to reach whenever we want to use them.

The restraint problem is potentially solved. Now, all we have to do is solve the anal play issue.