Yesterday, Mrs. Lion’s post discussed a new “athletic event” for me: enema retention. This came completely out of right field. I never saw it coming. Until now, we used enemas to clean my lower bowel to make way for various visitors that Mrs. Lion cared to insert. We use Fleet enemas and they do a good job.

In addition to being the overture to anal activity, we may now include enema retention to our play repertoire. As she proposed it, there would be consequences for failing to retain the enema for specified periods of time. Diaper wearing was one of the ideas she put forward. You can read her post here for her initial thoughts.

There’s actually a practical benefit in training me to hold my water, so to speak, longer. The longer the enema is retained, the better the cleansing. I tend to expel it at the first sign of urgency. I suggested that to be mean and to avoid any mess, that I wait while sitting on the bowl. We aren’t talking about long periods of time. Those prepackaged enemas have stuff in them that increases the urge to “go”. We will have to experiment to see just how long I can hold it.

Neither of us is particularly drawn to playing with excremental bodily functions. It’s true that I am made to sit in wet diapers. But that’s more for the humiliation and discomfort than it is about piss play. That doesn’t appeal to either of us.

I was amazed to read that post yesterday. I never thought about that form of play. It was a total surprise. That thinking is definitely Lioness 2.0. She’s becoming a creative top. Providing physical challenges is a sophisticated category of play. Bodily function control is one of that type of challenge. In a sense we have been doing this with the diapers.

For example, I am sometimes required to wear a diaper until I have peed in it twice. Then, I have to keep it on until I need to pee again. This can have me sitting in a very (2 pee’s worth) soggy diaper for hours. If I can find a way to need to pee soon after I fill the diaper with the second pee, I will minimize how long I am trapped in that very heavy, wet diaper. Indirectly, I am being trained to try to control my urination schedule.

Obviously, I can’t do it very well. But that’s not the point. The soggy diaper training focuses my attention on a bodily function I don’t think about under normal circumstances. For the time I am in diapers, I am acutely aware of how my need to pee affects my comfort. It’s an interesting form of mind control. All 2.0.has to do is put me in a diaper and she seriously refocuses my thinking.

Holding an enema is less about poop than it is about force of will. My body is screaming to have me let go. If I’m on the bowl, all I have to do is relax and let things happen. But I can’t. I have to endure the increasing pressure if I want to avoid the consequences of going too soon. If Mrs. Lion doesn’t let me see the time, I can’t anticipate the clock reaching the point when things will be ok. I just have to hold on as long as I can. It’s a test of my will and endurance with real consequences for not going the limit.

Both are obviously humiliating forms of play. But in reality neither has anything to do with excrement. Diaper time is not about pee. It’s about a form of mind control. Enema retention is a test of my will. It has nothing to do with the poop that is causing me distress.

Bodily function play forces me to try to manage things I normally take for granted. She can smile at my distress and discomfort. Oh yes, this is definitely 2.0 fun and games. I have to admit that in a weird way I find the diapers exciting. I don’t know how I will feel about the enemas.

Mrs. Lion is in research mode. She has been conducting a number of “experiments” that involve me. She wanted to try for daily orgasms to see if I could sustain that much activity after years of fairly infrequent opportunities. That experiment has been interrupted by issues that I’ve been having not related to sex at all. It’s frustrating for both of us.

I encourage Mrs. Lion to try new things even if the outcome is guaranteed to be unpleasant for me. Usually, she likes to stick to the tried and true. That’s why she spanks me for breaking rules. I can’t fault her for that. Virtually every disciplinary wife uses spanking as her go-to punishment. It seems to be universally effective in making a point to a husband in need of correction. It certainly does for me.

I’ve suggested alternatives or enhancements she might try. The only one she has adopted is zapping me with the training collar when we are out. It is pretty effective. It gets my attention and stops me in my tracks. I am careful to avoid trouble when I wear it.

When I think about the alternative punishments I suggest she might use, I realize that there is little reason to adopt any of them. If this were a D/S scene, I could argue that variety improves the fun. But it isn’t. The only reason to vary a punishment is to make it better fit the crime. Or, because she might want to experiment.

I think that Mrs. Lion doesn’t like to take the risk of doing something “wrong”. This is the main reason she hasn’t branched out. Of course, as we both learned with spanking, practice makes perfect. She is very good at spanking with a paddle or wooden spoon.

If I want to see how it feels to experience something new, like mouth soaping, then I should ask and then experience it in a non-disciplinary setting. I understand that discipline isn’t a menu of painful or humiliating consequences I get to choose from. Well, it could be if Mrs. Lion wants; but it isn’t right now. I don’t think I would care to make that kind of choice. It’s like digging my own grave.

Anyway, I’ve come to understand that BDSM type stuff is something I might love to hate. That’s not true of punishment. It can’t be. So, while I am always available for Mrs. Lion’s experiments, if I want her to try something on me, I must ask for it in a play setting. Right now, I’m not ready to ask for anything that I won’t like.

We’ve been doing a lot of experimenting lately. Not all with sex, much to Lion’s disappointment. Earlier this week, our doctor told Lion he should cut out carbs. He told me the same thing weeks ago, too. Starting Tuesday, we tried to cut out as many carbs as possible. Last night, we had cheat night.

For months, we’ve both been falling asleep for no apparent reason. Weekends have been lost because we’ve had a hard time dragging our butts out of bed. True, we’ve both been sick off and on, but even when we’re not we keel over. Lion’s theory was that it was the carbs doing it to us. Once we started eating better, he managed to stay awake through Jeopardy and beyond. After last night’s cheating, he was snoozing away through a few television shows. Apparently his carb experiment came to a positive conclusion. Carbs equal snoozing.

Given the fact that he snoozed last night I assumed, apparently incorrectly, that he was too tired to play. We did snuggle for a bit, but that was all. Lion is working from home today and I only work half days on Friday so we’ll find a way to rectify the situation. I don’t know if we’ll play earlier but there shouldn’t be any issues with falling asleep. As long as we stay away from carbs, that is.

I think I might actually compare the new butt plugs we got to the nJoy to see what the real size difference is. They’re certainly squishier than the nJoy, which is made of metal. I don’t know what the new ones are made of. It seems to be silicone covering foam. I don’t know if I’ll do anything with this knowledge this weekend. I’m just trying to get back in the swing of things. It’s been a long time since we did any sort of real play. Enforced chastity and domestic discipline aren’t the only games in town.

 

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Applying lion gravy. It’s very hot and spicy.

I’m  curious about hot stuff. You know, things like Icy Hot, Ben Gay, and other menthol and capsicum products that make me burn miserably when Mrs. Lion applies them to my nether regions.

I had the bright idea that I could make custom heat, designed to be perfect for torturing me. This isn’t as crazy as it sounds. The commercial products are really not meant for the way she uses it. So I logged into Amazon and got going.

First, you need the heat. I found pure capsicum oil. This stuff is liquid fire! Handle it with extreme care. Seriously! A tiny bit left on your finger can burn any part of your body you touch. Wear nitrile gloves at all time when handling it. Also, it is an oil, so it doesn’t just wash off. You need to use soap and lots of water if any gets on your hands.

Next, you need an oil so you can dilute the capsicum. I chose coconut oil. Mrs. Lion and I found a liquid version for the purpose. Finally, you need containers to hold the end product. I found some nice, blue, two-ounce dropper bottles. Since the bottles come in sets of two, I decided to make two strengths of heat.

Before getting to the chemistry lesson, it may be helpful to explain why I embarked on this seemingly-masochistic project. One of the lowest energy ways to torture your male partner is to use safe-but-painful chemical agents on his penis and balls. Most of the over-the-counter muscle ache preparations are blends of various creams with the active ingredient being menthol. The maximum legal amount of menthol (in the US) allowed in these products is 5%. The cream base for most of these is washable.

Any 5% menthol product, when applied to balls, penis, perineum, or anus will provide about fifteen minutes of intense burning sensation. If too intense, washing with soap and water will reduce or eliminate the pain. There are a couple of products that add capsicum to the mix. These products are a nuclear solution. Most are incredibly painful and the pain lasts for much longer. Unlike the menthol products, washing will usually have no effect on the sensation.

These products shouldn’t cause permanent damage. Of course, like any products applied to the skin, a “patch test” should precede wider application. A small amount rubbed into a little square on the balls is the way we do the testing. Most of these products take anywhere from five to fifteen minutes to produce the desired results. Wait at least a half hour to make sure there isn’t any allergic reaction. Hating the burn doesn’t count as an allergic reaction. That’s what the stuff is for.

Capsicum can cause injury if it is improperly used. Anything you do with this stuff is at your own risk. I am not advising you to try this.

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Lion Hot Sauce These are the needed supplies to make custom hot sauce.

Now back to the lab. Capsicum, full strength, is dangerous to apply to any sensitive skin. It must be diluted before use. I wore nitrile gloves (latex is dissolved by oils). I filled the 2-ounce blue bottles almost to the top with coconut oil. Then, I used the dropper that comes with each bottle to put three drops in the “Hot” bottle. I held my finger over the bottle (don’t put the dropper back just yet. It has capsicum sticking to it), and shook it to mix in the capsicum. I then found a finger on a glove that wasn’t wet with capsicum and rubbed a very small amount into a little patch on my balls. Then I waited.

Capsicum takes at least fifteen minutes to begin working. Eventually, I felt the warming. I waited another half hour. The spot was very warm, but not really burning. So, I added two more drops of capsicum to the bottle. That made it five, in total. I repeated the patch test on another spot on my balls. Fifteen minutes later it was starting to burn. It wasn’t horrible. It shouldn’t be. After all, I only used a tiny amount. It was clear to me that if Mrs. Lion put some on a larger area, I would be wishing I never had this idea. I carefully washed out the dropper, returned it to the bottle, labelled it and declared success.

Since I have two bottles, I figured that I might as well give Mrs. Lion a stronger solution. I put seven drops of capsicum in the second bottle of coconut oil. I repeated the patch test with this version. Fifteen minutes later, it was burning! I was very glad I only added two more drops of capsicum. My balls were still painfully burning an hour later.

Please note that we are talking about 5 or 7 drops of capsicum to two ounces of coconut oil. This is powerful stuff. The coconut oil is easily absorbed by the skin. If anything, it magnifies the effects of the capsicum. Bathing does not usually relieve the burning. The only antidote I have ever heard about for capsicum is milk. I’ve never tried it.

People have different levels of sensitivity to this stuff. That’s why patch tests are essential. Another critical factor is level of arousal. When Mrs. Lion has me extremely aroused by edging me over and over, the burning feels very mild. As soon as the arousal starts to decline when she stops playing with me, the burn comes back full force. It can bring a guy to tears.

Using this stuff requires experimentation. Mrs. Lion usually starts by painting a narrow “racing stripe” from the base of the penis all the way down to my anus. She uses very little of the material. Then she waits. If my response isn’t as intense as she intended, the racing stripe gets wider with a more liberal application. After each application, she rubs the stuff into my skin. When she did her “racing stripe” with a strong menthol rub, you could actually see a red stripe from the penis all the way into my ass. The burn felt like it covered a much wider area than the actual application area.

Capsicum is very different from menthol. It is sneaky. The burn grows very slowly. There is no sensation for a while; quite a while. Then it gets going. The intensity builds up slowly over several minutes. When it reaches its maximum, it just keeps burning for a long time. The effect fades slowly. I felt the extra-strength lion liniment for more than an hour after application.

It’s a good idea for the top to wear a nitrile glove while applying. You only want this stuff where you aim it. Accidentally rubbing your face will result in a very unpleasant surprise.