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I’m in the humid, blistering Southeast now. I’ll be here, away from Mrs. Lion the rest of the week. I always miss her terribly when I’m away. Any sort of sexual expression I’ve left behind with Mrs. Lion. That’s fine with me. I’m here on business and have a lot to do. I’m a wild lion this week. My chastity device is gathering dust on the West Coast.

It’s times like this, separated by distance and time zones, that I think even more than usual, about how lucky I am to have found my lioness. We sometimes growl at each other a bit, but it’s never more than some small misunderstanding. She would be with me now, but she doesn’t have available time off from her job. Too bad. Last fall she traveled with me and we had a great time. I hope we can do it again in a month or two. Meanwhile, I will focus on work and spend my evenings thinking about the naughty things we do together.

We have both been focusing on anal play over the last several days. It’s our pattern. As we move into a new or renewed area in our fun, we both focus and report on our process of learning and adopting the practice. We’ve also got a pattern of starting, then stopping, and then accepting an activity. The only exception was enforced chastity. We started that and never looked back.

I like to plunge headlong into a new practice. I talk (and write) a good game. But when it comes to actually doing things, we proceed more cautiously. Part of it is Mrs. Lion’s need to understand how to do things. Another, perhaps even bigger part, is my realization that the activity is a lot harder to take than I thought.

Consider spanking. Not very long after we met, I asked Mrs. Lion to spank me. She started off so gently, I could hardly feel her hand touching me. It didn’t take very long before she had me yelping. Then spanking stopped. It just faded away. Part of the issue was Mrs. Lion and I losing a lot of our physical intimacy. We stopped playing entirely for years.

Then, along came enforced chastity. I rediscovered it after nearly a decade of thinking about it. I found some inexpensive Chinese devices. I ordered a couple. One seemed wearable. I asked Mrs. Lion if she would lock me up. She agreed. After a fairly short trial, we agreed we wanted to continue it indefinitely. And we have.

We started the blog. This allows me to explore my kinky side. I proposed spanking as punishment. Once again, Mrs. Lion agreed. I have a lot of spanking experience; mostly giving. I wanted to make punishment different from play. So, I suggested that the spanking be very hard swats right from the first.  So, that’s what Mrs. Lion did. Spankings never went more than a few swats before I couldn’t take any more. Thanks to my reading of Julie’s blog, I learned that a punishment spanking is almost the same as one for play. The main difference is that the punishment spanking goes on a lot longer and harder than the one for play.

Three things happened: First, we got used to the idea of spanking and tried it. Second, we found a reason for me to be spanked, And, third Mrs. Lion learned an effective technique. Now, just like my chastity device, spanking is a permanent part of our lives.

Mrs. Lion and I have played with anal toys for a long time. My acquaintance with them has been mostly with butt plugs. We were never very regular about anal play. Mrs. Lion would do it for a while, then it would drop off the radar. At one point in the past, we considered pegging. I bought a harness. It never really worked. Then, after we began enforced chastity, pegging came back for a while. But it was limited to a dildo in Mrs. Lion’s hand. It wasn’t attached to a harness.

That stopped shortly after starting. Then butt plugs came out for a while too. That stopped as well. We’ve started again. This time Mrs. Lion is taking a longer view. Her “goal” in the past was to be able to fist me. She never got too far with that. Now, the objective is for me to be pegged with or without her Rodeo harness. She is being much more methodical. She started with the Tantus Silk dildo. It’s 1-1/2 inches in diameter and 7 inches long. I had no real problem taking it.

As she’s written, over time, she plans to use larger dildos with more texture. Texture and a realistic head are much harder for me to handle.  She will teach me to take them. I know I will feel a lot of discomfort as I learn. I also know that once I get comfortable, she will up the thickness so I can learn once again. Who knows? Maybe one day her hand will find it’s way up there too. One thing for sure is that she will never let me get too comfortable. That would spoil the game.

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wall street bull balls
This is the hind end of the bull statue on New York’sBroadway. I can’t remember a time when someone wasn’t posing with the anatomically correct balls on this statue. You can tell from the shine, that many hands – mostly female – have rubbed them.

Balls! I’ve got two of them. Most male mammals do as well. Women tend to have varying views about contact with them. Women I have known liked mine when pulled tight to my body when I am near orgasm or I’m cold. Others, like Mrs. Lion, like to see them hanging low between my legs. She corrected this statement to say she likes them pulled in too. She says it helps her know when I am about to ejaculate. Some women find balls gross and avoid them entirely.

If my partner is willing, my balls participate in my sexual fun. I love them tickled while my penis is being stimulated. A nice ball massage is appreciated any time, but particularly when I am hard. Ironically, when wearing my chastity device, stimulating my balls feels good, but won’t get me hard and certainly will never give me an orgasm. I’m sure this is true of other guys too or our chastity cages would be useless since our balls hang out unprotected. In fact, rubbing my balls without other stimulation is a reliable way to put me to sleep.

Some women dislike balls, particularly hairy ones. They assiduously avoid contact during sex. Others love them. Fortunately, Mrs. Lion is in this group. They like the look as well as the feel and taste. Ironically, some guys  don’t like their balls handled at all.

Of course I am referring to people who are in a sexual relationship. To be clear, very few women want to handle a stranger’s balls unless they are attached to the Wall Street Bull.

If you are a submissive man, your partner probably likes your balls for more than sexual reasons. Mrs. Lion has found many ways to play with mine. She coats them with menthol rub and watches them turn red as I suffer from the burning sensation. She likes to slap them. She also likes to stretch them by lassoing them and pulling tight. The sensations range from pleasurable to very painful. Somehow, I manage to remain very erect even though I am in pain.

Once the scrotum is stretched tight [image, left], rubbing with a toothbrush, fine sandpaper, or soft fur creates dramatic sensations. Mrs. Lion created the rope work in the image.

clothespins on lion's balls.
Each clothespin adds a bit more “pinch”. It does hurt, but you can see I also like it, a lot. (click image to enlarge)

There are other ways a mischievous lioness can torture my balls. One of Mrs. Lion’s favorites is with clothespins. As you can see [image, right], while it hurts, I don’t exactly hate it. My penis is a giveaway that Mrs. Lion can go further. I think her record is 45 clothespins before she ran out of scrotal and penis real estate.

She has a variety of clothespins. At the mild end are the ones shown: plain wooden clothespins. She has another set with abrasive anti-skid tape on the business end of each side. Then, she has plastic ones that have a much stronger grip. The most painful are tiny dollhouse clothespins. Just two on the head of my penis is the most I have been able to take.

A paint stirrer make an excellent penis and ball paddle. It stings but doesn’t give me that deep ache every man hates. Heavier small paddles or straps are far more painful.

But I digress. Balls are fun for guys in combination with their cocks. By themselves, they are useful for fun torture and gentle stimulation during sexual activities. And can provide an occasional sedative for me.Too bad that rubbing them won’t get me off. Mrs. Lion’s weenie is inside a locked, steel cage where I can’t reach it.

 

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lion in purple thong
Front view of purple thong. I don’t want all our posts to show panty pictures, but this pair is incredibly comfortable to wear and very embarrassing to see on my body. From Mrs. Lion’s perspective, it’s perfection. [Click image to enlarge]
Yesterday morning, Mrs. Lion put a purple thong on the bed for me to wear. It was frilly like the one I showed the other day. I dutifully put it on and continued dressing. Actually, I looked at myself in the mirror first. Ridiculous! I was working at home but had a number of video conferences, so I got completely dressed. To my surprise, that silly thong was more comfortable than my boy underwear. It stayed up (most of my underwear tends to ride down) and felt great against my penis. Mrs. Lion has left me wild since we went on vacation.

I’ve read that some other guys like the way women’s underwear feels. My experience so far ranges from uncomfortable to acceptable. I’ve always been very happy to return to my Calvin Klein red boxer briefs. This time, I’m not so sure. For some reason, this thong stays up even when I am not wearing anything else. The front comfortably accommodates my genitals and the rear string sits comfortably as well. I won’t comment on the style. I like this thong much better when it is covered by pants. I’m definitely not a cross dresser. But, what can I say? This thong feels great.

lion's butt with thong
Here is a rear view of the purple thong. I can’t really feel the string going through my crack. [Click image to enlarge]
For the record, I have some male thongs from Obviously. They are fine and fit well. But they do ride down in the back sometimes and the front is not as comfortable as this purple thong. Weird.

Anyway, I’m sure you are getting bored with my underwear adventures. Mrs. Lion has done a great job finding humiliating things for me to wear. Last night she had me model a lace bra. This number looked totally silly on me. There is no way I can rationalize wearing it. It is female-only underwear. Wearing a bra is way more embarrassing than wearing frilly panties.

She also had me try on — get this — a rosebud baby doll set that included a top that came down just below my belly button and a thong in a matching pattern. You can see it here. It looks a thousand times better on the model than it does on me. Holy shit! There are still a scary pile of undies I haven’t modeled yet.

Mrs. Lion is working out how she will integrate forced cross dressing into our daily lives. In the short time we have been doing it, she either lays out a panty or tells me to wear my regular male underwear. I’ve only worn the bra for a few seconds.

There’s no question that I’m embarrassed wearing this stuff. I think that Mrs. Lion is enjoying the shopping and perhaps is thinking of ways to use forced cross dressing to further humiliate me. It’s all harmless fun for her. I like the way having her make me wear things makes me feel.

More interesting, she seems to enjoy this. She’s having fun shopping for me and appears to get a kick out of seeing me wearing frilly things. She frowns when she doesn’t think the item works well for me; like the baby doll camisole. I think she is genuinely interested in creating a feminine wardrobe for me. I know for a fact that she is having more fun than I.

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lion''s naughty stool
This is my naughty stool. We bought it Saturday aand covered it with anti-skid tape to assure my freshly-spanked bottom will feel it. [Click image to enlarge]
[Sunday morning] I managed to get some olive oil on my shirt last night when we went out to dinner. That earned me more punishment. I had already racked one up for spilling the day before. I asked Mrs. Lion if she wanted to “bank” this punishment for a later date. She said that instead, if she wanted she could add a second punishment desert, like both corner time and mouth soaping. I shrugged.

During the day we did some shopping. We went to Walmart. Mrs. Lion took me to the Ladies underwear department. I had to stand there while she took a lot of time selecting panties for me. She would hold up a pair to show me. My reaction, I think, guided her purchases. I ended up with seven pairs of panties. Four of them are thongs. The rest, have very high legs designed to expose maximum cheek. They are a combination of pink, lace, or horrid patterns. She hasn’t revealed what I am going to do with all that lingerie,

We also bought a “punishment stool”. It’s a standard, high, wood stool. We went to Home Depot and bought a roll of anti-skid tape. This is very gritty tape designed to provide steady footing on ladder rungs. The tape is extra sticky and extra gritting. When we got home, we cut the tape to completely cover the top of the stool.

After dinner, Mrs. Lion brought out a large wooden spoon. The back, hitting surface has a patch of the anti-skid tape on it. We tried over-the-knee spanking again. This time she sat on one end of the couch and I lay over her lap with my chest on the couch. It worked!

After a thorough spanking; it was at least 300 swats, Mrs. Lion put the punishment stool in the corner and told me to sit on it. I did. It bit into my tender butt. She went into the bathroom. I heard the water running. She came out. Her hands were soapy and she had her bar of bath soap. She rubbed her soapy hands through my mouth and then inserted the bar of soap. I bit down on it.

I sat there a long time. Drool dripped al the way down the front of my chest. I hated every minute of it. When it was done, Mrs. Lion said I had been in the corner for twenty minutes It was the longest twenty minutes of my life. I felt and tasted the effects for hours.

Surprisingly, the spoon turned out to be one of the milder spanking implements that Mrs. Lion uses. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt. It just didn’t hurt as much as many of her other toys. I suggested that her hairbrush-shaped paddle is the most severe paddle for OTK. Her long-handled, bloodwood paddle — it has a tiny 3-inch spanking end — is beyond doubt the meanest tools in her bag. I hate even seeing it.

After I did the best job I could rinsing out my mouth and taking a shower to get the droll washed off we relaxed and watched a movie. After the movie, we went to bed. Mrs. Lion snuggled and then got out the Magic Wand. She gave me a great orgasm. I went to sleep smiling.

We’re on our way out now. I asked her what I should wear. Would it be a thong? Maybe the yucky lace? Nope. she wants me to wear my regular underwear with the training collar. Go figure.