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.

Our experiment at an earlier time started as a success. However, it wiped me out. I knew Lion was close. He was close a few times, with breaks in between for me. Then I tried my hand. Then I tried the Magic Wand. I think since he needs a longer run-up to the edge, I need to do something BDSM-ish.

Yesterday, I suggested play spanking, but I didn’t want to do it when we were trying an earlier time because we wouldn’t know which worked. It’s certainly possible that playing earlier had a positive effect. Now, if I add in some play, such as a play spanking, maybe it will shorten the time it takes to get to the edge while I’m sucking him.

I don’t know what’s been going on that he loses his erection prematurely. I really do want to give him an orgasm. But then I think he’d be better off if I edge him for a day or two first. And then I worry about it being difficult to get him back to the edge the next day. Is it possible that there’s some muscle memory type of thing that will kick in if I give him an orgasm, so his body remembers what it feels like? It sounds silly, but I hope you know what I mean. In the past, I’ve equated it to blowing out the pipes or priming the pump. I want to get him up the mountain and over the edge, and maybe the next “valley” won’t be quite as big.

Maybe I’m making too big a deal out of it. I don’t want to put pressure on him. I’ll keep trying no matter how long it takes. On the other hand, what if I did demand an orgasm? Would my taking charge of the situation make any difference? Does he need me to be a bitch and take away privileges like he’s a teenager who crashed the car? I doubt it, but I’m willing to try if he thinks that will help.

I think more experimenting is in order. Let the spanking begin!

When Lion is due for a punishment, I usually give it to him before I take my shower. I figure he’ll have that long to recuperate and a while later we can have some fun. However, last night he was snoozing off and on through Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. He was also snoozing when I went to take my shower. I decided to let him snooze. Obviously he was tired. I can always whomp him today.

When it was time to play, I decided to have some clothespin fun. Of course, Lion doesn’t necessarily consider it fun. That’s because I find all those “good” spots that he’d rather I miss. And, when I know I’ve hit a good spot, I flick and pull the clothespin so it hurts even more. He usually gets pretty hard so I know he’s not really in too much pain. Besides, the wincing just makes it more fun.

Eventually, I yanked all the clothespins off and asked if he’d rather be sucked or have me continue with my handwork. He opted for sucking. I figured he would. Initially, he said I was sucking too hard. Is there such a thing? I backed off and he seemed to be doing better. As soon as I got him to the edge, I took a peek at his whiteboard where he shows his wait time. He was at 14 days. I debated in my head whether I should just edge him or if 14 days was enough of a wait. Then I was trying to remember how many orgasms he had last year. He wrote a post about it but I can’t remember. [Lion — I had 33 orgasms in 2020. I’ve had 272 in the last 5 years. This is an average of 54/year.] Then I was trying to figure out if two orgasms a month (on average) would match last year or if that’s too few. Lion would probably say it’s too few. And I was trying to decide if he’d be upset about getting an orgasm so soon, given the fact that he’s only been pretty horny for the past week or so.

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In the end, it was taking him so long to get there, I almost gave up. Everything was hurting. I was determined. I needed him to make it. I also needed to stop. I pushed both of us on. I knew he was close. I just had to get him closer. And finally I did. Finally. I got a nice mouthful of yummy goodness and he got less frustrated. And now the count starts again.