More, More, More!
It’s no secret that most people who practice enforced chastity also have other kinks. Part of the reason for this is that chastity is a fairly advanced kink. It’s a form of bondage that is sustained for very long periods of time. It’s a power exchange that many of us practice full-time. It also surrenders control of a male’s favorite activity: sex. No wonder there are so few of us! Compared to enforced chastity, other forms of BDSM play are much easier to practice.
Sexual surrender betrays a strong desire for power exchange and a strong desire for physical evidence of the exchange. It’s not surprising that I, for one, like domestic discipline. It broadens the power exchange and includes spanking. You won’t be shocked to learn that I like bondage too. I’ve liked that all my life. I could tell you stories… Anyway, enforced chastity is a full-time form of bondage; no wonder I like it.
If you ask people who are actively involved in BDSM, who buys the most toys, the answer is almost always the bottom. As a top I did buy floggers and paddles. These toys are like tennis rackets; the grip, weight, and balance have to be right. Bottoms also bought me toys they wanted me to use on them (selfish, greedy creatures!). In my current, bottom role I find and buy most of the playthings. Now and then Mrs. Lion buys some on her own. Her most notable purchase, based on what she writes here, are the Velcro cable ties. She enjoys using them on my penis.
My desire for trying new things is a product of my innate curiosity and my love of variety. Frequently I bite off more than I can chew. You’d think that with all my experience that I would be selective about what I suggest to Mrs. Lion. I’m not. The main reason is that I come up with new ideas at times I am horny and new ways to play become appealingly sexy. A good example is my request to be trained to take a ring of tiny, dollhouse clothespins around the head of my cock. I know from past experience that a single one can be unbearable to me. What would possess me to ask to be trained to take ten or more at the same time? I was horny and it sounded exciting. Being a kind lioness, Mrs. Lion is obligingly training me. She’s sure that sooner or later I will learn how to handle the pain. So, several times a week I get to practice. What a gal!
My curiosity goes beyond sensation play. I also ask to be topped in new, more restrictive ways. These requests are more difficult for Mrs. Lion. She isn’t a disciplinarian and my requests for her to be stricter challenge her resolve. They also challenge her view of reality. She knows that I am not submissive by nature. She knows I am a rather dominant person who has a perverted need to bottom. So when I ask for something she knows I will absolutely hate she shakes her head in wonder and then agrees to try it.
If the tables were turned and I were in charge, if my bottom suggested something I knew she would hate, I would enjoy watching her suffer with the fruit of her desire. When I write posts about new ideas for Mrs. Lion, I always mention that I imagine she will enjoy seeing me in this new predicament. That’s my wishful thinking. I’m assuming she will handle it the way I would. Actually, it’s the way I want her to feel. One of my great joys in topping is watching my bottom handle a difficult predicament. Given my penchant for getting myself into painful trouble, if Mrs. Lion could adopt that point of view, she could have some real fun.
Mrs. Lion and I ventured out and stopped at our local supermarket. There in the produce department was a nice selection of ginger root. Cooking Chinese? Thai? Nope. 