BDSM (Page 37)

As the weekend gallops toward me, I’m less and less interested in donning a diaper again. When actually having to wear one was several days away, I admit it was sort of exciting. This is the same exciting I feel about spanking, until I get one. Nope, it isn’t something I’m looking forward to. I’m sure I could find a much more comfortable way to dispose of those two cases of diapers being delivered tomorrow. Besides, where will we keep them? Our pantry is full. The garage has no spare space. Yup, it would be a public service to dispose of this overstock before it becomes a storage problem.

Speaking of overstock, we have a large collection of spanking implements. Guess who bought them? In this case, I bought almost all of them when I was on the delivering end of spankings. Paddles were like golf clubs to me. Certain butts and situations called for a specific tool. I made sure I had a full set. Now, only one butt is getting the benefit of all that hardware. It’s mine. Before your ask, no, I don’t have a preference when it is being used on me.

I’ll bet it will surprise you that I bought all those nasty products that Mrs. Lion uses to toast my balls. I also got the plugs and dildos that end up inside me. A reasonable person would conclude that if I laid my hard-earned money on the line for all this stuff, I must really want it used on me. Mrs. Lion is a very reasonable person.

That’s why Mrs. Lion will smile and tell me that it was all my idea when I’m whimpering and yelping as the swats land. She’ll say the same thing when I complain about spending days in a wet diaper. The only thing we don’t seem to overstock is sympathy. Boy, do I need it.

I worked from home yesterday. It was May first. Demonstrations, sometimes violent, happen here each year. As a safety precaution all of our local employees were asked to work from home. A very nice gesture. I remain wild. Mrs. Lion wrote of my wound in her post yesterday. I think it was related to our Velcro play.

Mrs. Lion likes to fasten a Velcro cable tie tightly around my flaccid penis. Then she stimulates it. Invariably, I get hard. The pressure of the Velcro band is painful. When I am fully erect, she removes the band. The sudden rush of blood really hurts! It’s been one of her favorite forms of play.

What injured me, I think, was that she put the band on when I was absolutely flaccid. In the past, I was partially erect when she put it on me. I think the additional squeeze did the damage. Erectile tissue is fairly delicate. It’s not safe to spank the erect penis on the erectile tissue. However, it’s generally safe to swat away at the head (it also hurts more than the shaft).

I never objected on safety grounds to the Velcro around my penis. I figured the band was wide enough to distribute the squeeze so that the pressure, while painful, wouldn’t be damaging. Live and learn.

We also learned that mouth soaping can cause painful chemical burns if the soap is held in the mouth too long. In my case, 20 minutes gave me a sore mouth and throat for a couple of days. We learned that four or five minutes of soap retention is sufficiently unpleasant without causing any caustic problems from the soap.

It doesn’t mean that Mrs. Lion is taking risks with my safety. She isn’t. She is very careful not to injure me. We learn from experience. No real damage has been done. I’m happy Mrs. Lion is learning. I’d rather she pushes the envelope than play it too safe.

Last night we played. Mrs. Lion unlocked me and took out her clothespins. I like clothespin play. She covers my balls with them. They hurt a little and it is exciting when she pulls them. It’s very hot fun. But last night was different. She only put a few clothespins on me. They weren’t on my balls. She carefully placed each one in a spot near the base of my cock where it really hurt.

When she put the first one on, I yelped. She asked if that spot hurt. I said yes. So she moved it about 1/4 inch to a spot that hurt just as much. Then she found other spots that were truly painful. All the way she edged me. I was rock hard and hurting. She’s never done anything like this before. Play has always been to arouse and tease me. She never challenged me with things she knew would hurt.

I asked her about it afterward. She didn’t say much. I asked if she knew it was really going to hurt. She did. I commented that she changed. She quietly agreed. It will be interesting and painful to see where she is going with this.

Today is the day that Mrs. Lion promised me an orgasm. I’ve been anticipating it anxiously. She wondered how I felt about knowing in advance when I would finally get to ejaculate. This is much more interesting than not knowing when. I wondered if knowing would change how I felt when being edged. It doesn’t. There’s a point when I forget everything except how wonderful Mrs. Lion’s hand feels on her weenie.

The fact that my hand can’t get near it also amplifies the level of pleasure as well. I can’t explain it, but when the only hand that touches my penis is hers, my focus changes. Of course, I may not get to come today. If I do something that displeases her, I may have more time to wait. That’s the power of an announced orgasm day. The power is reinforced by the fact that I am securely locked in a chastity device.

We’ve been writing about my notion of erection control vs orgasm denial. Mrs. Lion apparently doesn’t mind if I get hard as long as I don’t ejaculate. I understand that. I think that it’s less erection control than inability to touch. I can’t help it if I get an erection at times. All guys do. But, if I learn never to touch her weenie, that changes the entire ballgame for me.

From when I would sneak my hand into my diaper as a baby to the present, I enjoy touching my penis. I think most guys do. Of course, I prefer Mrs. Lion’s hand to mine, but being able to “check things out” down there is comforting. Stricter lockup in the chastity device keeps my hands away.

I suspect that part of my more reactive response to Mrs. Lion’s hands is due to the touch deprivation being locked all the time creates. It also may have to do with the boner pills (generic Viagra – sidenafil) I’ve been taking; though they aren’t supposed to affect arousal, just make me harder. They work wonderfully in that area. Mrs. Lion loves the extra stiffness. I do too. Now that I can’t touch, I can still definitely feel the extra “stretch”. It’s great.

Today is the 15^th day since my last orgasm. That’s a lot for me. Today promises to be exciting in the BDSM department as well. An all-around, boner day.

Mrs. Lion noted that I generally keep my eyes closed during play. I do it mainly to allow myself to focus on the sensations. She mentioned that I peek sometimes. That’s so I can see what’s coming and perhaps offer some helpful suggestions. Generally, these suggestions aren’t well received. A blindfold stops my comments.

The idea of sensory deprivation appeals to me. Without the use of my eyes, I am more helpless and I am surprised by what Mrs. Lion decides to do. A pair of earphones playing music would deprive me of aural information as well. I’ve never done this, but the thought of such total isolation is a bit exciting to me.

Because of my long experience and my “helpful” personality, I can intrude into Mrs. Lion’s topping space. She deserves to be free of my help. My role is to accept whatever she wants to do to me. You’d think after all these years I would learn to keep my mouth shut. I just can’t help myself. I think that mechanical aids would help me stay in my place.

When I’m strapped into the sling, I tend to be quieter. I can’t see what she is doing. My body blocks the view. All I can see is my erection which tends to extend across my belly.

I like playing in the sling. I’m helpless and very vulnerable. Mrs. Lion tends to reserve particularly strong sensations for the sling. She finds it handy to put hot stuff and clothespins on my balls and cock. She enjoys pegging me with larger toys when I am suspended. I feel stronger sensations.

I can also be attached, spread-eagle to the bed. It’s fun for me but access to me is more difficult for Mrs. Lion. The foot board gets in the way. So, the sling gives her easier access to me. The only thing that the sling isn’t particularly useful for is spanking. While my butt is exposed and up in the air, it’s an awkward angle for beating. Mrs. Lion prefers me face down on the bed for spanking.

We’ve gotten out of play mode due to our long bout with the flu. My interest in sex tends to wane when there is no play for a while. I don’t know why my libido is so strongly connected to BDSM activity, but it is.