Yesterday was hot. It was over 90° F again. I know. We’re wimps. I am especially guilty. I don’t know why but the heat has been kicking my ass this year. Even with the air conditioner, I was sweating. My mind was willing to play with Lion, but I didn’t want to get close to him. He’s usually a furnace. This morning, it seems cooler. It rained a tiny bit when I was out with the puppy around 5:30. Right now, it’s 72° but still a little warm in parts of the house. With the fan or air conditioner on in the bedroom, I think I’ll be able to get close to Lion tonight.

There hasn’t been anything going on around here lately. We’ve been dealing with stomach issues and tiredness. This morning I fell back to sleep watching TV. Clearly, the puppy is wreaking havoc on us. It’s a good thing she’s so cute. My goal today is to do some chores and then do Lion. He said he was horny, and he was fishing for intimacy last night. I was just too hot. The first thing I have to do, however, is get Lion out of bed. He went back to sleep after his eye drops. I’m telling you, we’re sleep-deprived.

Without promising that we’ll do extensive anal training, I do want to play with him anally. He seemed to have some fun the other night when we did a bit. I can even check to see if we have any ginger. I’m hoping it will get him even hornier, so maybe he’ll get close to the edge tonight. It’s still early in the cycle, but it’s possible. He won’t have an orgasm, but that’s part of the game. I need to get back into doing different things to turn him on. He needs more than just sex. I think I’m up for the task.

Even kinky people can get into a rut. Mrs. Lion and I seem to have found ourselves in one. I’ve been unable to get very aroused when Mrs. Lion tries to turn me on and edge me. I’m sure it’s that I’m in a slump. It’s also because we have fallen into a routine. Sure, it’s a fun routine that includes oral sex. I always like that; what male doesn’t? Right now, it isn’t enough.

In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion wrote that she planned to shove the Njoy butt plug up my ass as a way to spice things up. That might work, but it is her standard second-stage technique when sexual stimulation alone doesn’t work. I understand that Mrs. Lion has to depend on her imagination to develop activities I might like. Over the years, I’ve made lots of suggestions. Most require considerable effort to implement. That is certainly a big part of the problem.

We get back to the elephant in the room. Mrs. Lion has no interest in sex. Doing things to or for me isn’t exciting. She does them as a service to me. I’m very grateful that she does. It’s natural to look for ways to dispense the service as efficiently as possible. If pegging me turned her on, then she would want to spend time with plugs and dildos. Similarly, if bondage were exciting, she would want to take the time to restrain me. They aren’t. The bottom line is that they take time and energy away from things she would much rather do.

To make matters worse, this is obvious to me. I’m lucky that she loves me enough to do all she does to give me a sex life. As I get older, it becomes more difficult to get me off. I understand that. She hasn’t found any way to enjoy topping me. She says that she enjoys getting me off. I don’t doubt it. If I can’t get to the edge, then that fun has been removed.

In the past, I asked her to check out other sites written by women tops. She looked at some but said she didn’t like reading the posts. She sometimes shops BDSM supply websites. She only does that when she has an idea she wants to implement. Maybe it’s time for me to give up on sex too. Or, maybe I should take sex into my own hands again. I won’t like that. I’ve never favored masturbation, but at least it will take the pressure off my lioness. It’s unfair to expect her to keep providing me with a one-way sex life.

[Mrs. Lion — Poor Lion. (Did I roll my eyes out loud?) I think he needs to get over the idea that I need to be turned on to “service” him correctly. I’ll drag out dildos and handcuffs if it will get his motor running. And keep your hands off yourself, my pet.]

Another day in paradise! I’m still struggling with knotty plot issues in my newest book. Writing is very hard work. Mrs. Lion is wondering about the state of my libido. It varies widely depending on what time you ask me. I’m usually a lot more consistent. She is threatening Icy Hot if I am under the covers. I will brave the cold bedroom to avoid burning balls.

I’m not sure why she likes applying that stuff to my nether regions. She isn’t the first. Way back when my girlfriend and I were discovering BDSM, she did independent research. One afternoon, she tied me face-down on the bed. Then she administered her customary spanking. She did like to see me squirm. When she was done, she didn’t release me or turn me over. Instead, I felt her gently massaging my balls. “How nice,” I thought. A little bit later, my balls started feeling hot. About the same time the heat was building up, I could smell it. She applied Ben Gay to my balls.

Then, as now, it got very intense. I really started squirming. She found that very amusing. I didn’t, but she didn’t ask me if I did or not. I made some noise that clearly communicated my discomfort. That was even more entertaining. Geeze! After a very long while, the heat subsided, and she cleaned me off with a warm washcloth.

The funny thing is that as the memory of the pain faded, my desire to experience it again increased. That made no sense at the time and, for that matter, still doesn’t. It seems that there is something about being forced to endure something uncomfortable that turns me on. That’s certainly true of spanking as well as Icy Hot. I suppose that’s why it’s called “kinky.”

I find it interesting that just because it turns me on to think about these things, nothing is taken away from the discomfort I suffer. There is a caveat to that: If I am aroused and sexually stimulated at the time, my pain tolerance goes way up. It becomes much easier to endure burning balls if Mrs. Lion is jerking me off after application. The same is true of clothespins on the balls as well.

My original playmate didn’t try to turn me on after putting the Ben Gay on my balls. She wanted me to feel the full effect. Mrs. Lion has no interest in helping me handle the pain of a spanking. She wants it felt as much as possible. What a sweetie!

I was surprised at Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday. I do remember the demo we watched where pee was everywhere. I wasn’t disgusted but couldn’t see the point. Being the target for urine is a very sexually submissive act. It’s obviously sexual. The people receiving it in the demo admitted it. I don’t remember drinking Mrs. Lion’s pee, but it sounds like something I might have wanted to try when trying on my role as a bottom. When I was a top, I had more than one woman who wanted me to pee on them. It didn’t turn me on, but it certainly did something for them. Once they took a shower, not the golden kind, they wanted hot sex.

In case you wondered, urine is nearly sterile. It is useful to clean wounds when nothing else is available. Peeing on someone stung by a jellyfish will help reduce the pain. Mrs. Lion wrote that you could safely drink your own urine for a day. That’s not entirely correct. It’s safe to drink urine if the donor doesn’t have a UTI. However, it isn’t safe to recycle your own pee. If you are so inclined, you can drink it once, but not the next time it comes out. Toxins concentrate in it.

I’m sure that’s more than you wanted to know. The thing is that this sort of knowledge is useful if you have that fetish. In my past life, I was in charge of safety for a BDSM organization. It was my job to understand how to play safely. Some of the activities were disturbing, even to me, but it was my job to understand the safest way to practice them. Some, like eating poop, are unsafe at any time. If it can be done, someone is going to want to do it. I learned that in my years in the scene.

One of my biggest complaints about people pairing up for BDSM activities after being “online” players is that they don’t know what they don’t know. The most important service that real-life BDSM groups offer is safety training and skilled dungeon monitors at play parties. If you visit any of the online BDSM boards, you will find “experienced” “masters” who have been doing BDSM for ten years–on their computers. These people are dangerous. They may be nice men and women with good intentions, but it takes training to do much more than light bondage and spanking.

Speaking of spanking, it’s probably the safest BDSM practice around. If blows are kept below the tailbone and above the knees, a paddling will hurt but won’t wound. Of course, common sense is needed too. But as painful practices go, as a bottom, I would feel safer being spanked than most anything else. Mrs. Lion and I have been playing for a long time. She is a safe and skilled player. She is also a very effective spanker.

It’s too easy to say “yuck” when presented with an unappealing practice. I am very sure that our anal play would draw a yuck from many vanilla people. I’m equally sure that most of them would be aroused if we talked about spanking. How do I know? Several studies have found that more than 85% of both men and women have spanking fantasies.

Any interest I might have had in drinking pee was purely experimental curiosity. I have no desire whatsoever to do it again. If Mrs. Lion insisted that I do it again, I guess I would. I have to obey her, after all. I would most certainly hate it. She knows that.