His office is improved, he’s half hairless, and very horny
It doesn’t take a lot of oral attention to make Lion very horny. He doesn’t need to go to the edge after all.

My plans actually worked out fairly well yesterday. I wanted to run our errand early and spend the rest of the day working on Lion’s office and on waxing him. And that’s just what we did.

I helped Lion clear some clutter and set up a different lamp so he can see his keyboard better. We set up the new Echo Show so he can see who’s at the door with the Ring doorbell. While we did this, the wax was melting. Once it was ready, I dragged the waxing table into the bedroom and set it up.

I know Lion wanted everything waxed. I wasn’t really willing to do that, but I had no idea what his biggest issues were with fur. He directed me to the Lion-zilian I’d done a few weeks ago. “There’s a lot of hair there,” he insisted. Well, there wasn’t a lot. Not in comparison to the rest of him. But I set to work.

He’s been complaining about his pits. He’s been complaining about his chest. And legs. And why can’t I just dip him in wax and yank the whole thing off at once?

I started with the Lion-zilian, did a little bit more of his tummy and upper thighs and then I made the mistake of asking what area was bugging him the most. Of course, all of it was bothering him. I wasn’t prepared to do everything, but there we were, naked Lion on a waxing table, so I started at the top and worked my way down.

I decided to do the front side at least. That would mean doing the back side tonight, but so be it. Unfortunately, my back decided otherwise. With only patches of fur removed from his thighs, I had to stop. Now I have to do almost all of his legs and his entire back side tonight. The good part is that his back is less furry so it shouldn’t take as much time as the front.

I sat down to give my back some rest. Lion took a shower and we watched TV. He asked what we should have for dinner. I suggested pasta and he fell asleep. I get it. Lots of activity.

After dinner and my shower, I told Lion to present his butt for spanking. He’d interrupted me before dinner. I was tired and he’d pushed the wrong button. We decided the mean paddle I used is more prone to making him bleed. I couldn’t really get a full spanking in because I would have splattered blood everywhere. I cleaned him off and then called him into the bathroom for his mouth soaping. See? Eventually I get things done. [Lion — She certainly does!]

Then we watched our football team actually win a game. It’s been weeks and weeks since they’ve won. And then Lion wanted weenie attention. I asked how he could expect weenie attention after all the other attention he’d had. I’m sure he didn’t really expect it. It was more of a “poor Lion is so horny and no one will play” thing.

Part of me was tired and thought it was just too damn bad that he wanted attention. I’d worked on his office. I’d waxed him. I’d spanked him and soaped his mouth. What more does he want? Another part of me was happy he was horny and I didn’t want to discourage him. I decided to suck him just long enough to make him hornier without actually going as far as the edge. That would have taken too long, I think. So I guess it was the best of both worlds. He got attention. And it wasn’t a big deal for me to expend that amount of energy to make him hornier. [Lion — It was amazing!!]

Tonight will still be busy and tiring but I’ll make sure to frustrate Lion even more. I don’t know if I’ll get him to the edge or not. The hornier he gets, maybe the less time it will take to get him to the edge. That’s the theory at least.

[Lion — Edge or not, her mouth leaves me panting for more!]

lion in hisdiaper
My funishment for forgetting punishment day is (at least) Sunday in diapers.

Here we go again! Mrs. Lion is back to her old self. The stress level feels much lower and I’m spending Sunday (at least) in a diaper. Yes, I earned it. I forgot to remind her on Saturday that it was punishment day. Fortunately, this is not a spankable offense anymore. However, there is a penalty. As you can see in the image on the right, I am wearing Depends all day. Mrs. Lion has a particularly cruel twist to the game — that’s what makes it a punishment — she makes me keep wearing it until it’s sufficiently wet and I am ready to urinate again. Then, I can remove the wet diaper, put on a dry one, and relieve myself. That way I end up spending the entire time in a wet diaper. Fortunately, the only diapers she could find today are high-capacity overnight diapers. These leave me feeling drier than the daytime version I usually have to wear.

Wearing a dry pair actually feels pretty good. They’re soft and warm. Any other time, I am naked. It’s a little ironic that the two penalties I’ve endured (panties yesterday and diaper today), both leave me more covered than usual. This is more than made up for by the extra weight and general yuckiness of dealing with a pee-soaked diaper squishing under me when I sit down. I’m sure this is more than you wanted to know.

Along with the aforementioned penalties, there is a general lightness around here. We went to IKEA on Saturday and bought a piece of furniture for my office. It was a nice trip for both of us. Even though nothing has changed in our physical world, I feel much closer and lighter. I hate to admit it, but I need the sort of things Mrs. Lion is doing to me once again. I’m not sure if she will admit it, but I think she likes it too. She gets a little smile when she sees me wearing a diaper.

lion's hairless versus hairy legs
What do you think? Mrs. Lion is trying to decide if she prefers my legs (chest too), hairy or hairless.

I asked her about  more waxing. She’s considering it. She said that she’s not sure whether or not she wants me to be furrier. She’s trying to decide if she prefers hair on my chest and legs. My legs are pretty hairy. My vote is for no hair. However, I don’t get a vote. I like no chest, leg, or underarm hair. I’ve been hairless between my paws for decades. I can’t even imagine myself with a full set of pubic hair. In fact, when Mrs. Lion was unable to wax me, only a little patch grew back above my penis. However, my balls and perineum got quite hairy. Not having hair in my crack makes it much easier to stay clean. I guess it’s just a matter of preference. However, in this case, it’s entirely up to Mrs. Lion.

It feels good to be thinking about these relatively trivial things. I hate to admit it, but I like sitting in this diaper too. It’s not that I like diapers, I just like the interaction with my lioness. I hope there’s lots more to come.

Despite all the moving and medical issues, I’m happy to report that my penis remains blissfully unaware of my trials and tribulations. It can be counted on to rise for almost any interesting occasion. Fortunately for me, Mrs. Lion is aware of this proclivity. I’ve been thinking about preferences and fetishes. I think they are the same thing, just existing at different intensities.

For example, I prefer women to remove all body hair. I find a hairless pussy much hotter than a bush. However, if I see a hairy pussy, it’s still very exciting. Preferences can be even stronger. I prefer female sex partners. That doesn’t mean I am ready to accept a male lover. That brings us to the second, and more interesting use of the word “preference”. A preference can be absolute, such as my preference for female sex partners. It doesn’t imply there’s an open door to adding a male. It’s not a fetish because of fetish, aside from implying a very strong attraction to something, also implies the object of the fetish isn’t generally accepted.

The fact that I am heterosexual and prefer women isn’t a fetish because it’s accepted behavior. For that matter, if I preferred men it would also be a preference and not a fetish because homosexuality is also generally accepted. That’s easy. Let’s take a look at my interest in hairless genitals: If I was unable to consider sex with a hairy woman, shaved females would be a fetish. Yes, shaved pussy is generally accepted but society doesn’t dictate all women should remove their pubic hair. In my case, I prefer the shaved pussy but I’m content, even delighted, my one with hair as well.

However you could say the fact that I strongly desire my own body to be hair free is a fetish. It’s not that I’m miserable when my body hair grows back. It’s that I work hard to keep myself hairless because I feel much sexier that way. Wearing a chastity device is certainly a fetish. It’s unusual and for those of us who wear them, a very strong need. In my case, I prefer chastity devices as well as other things in the bondage category. I wouldn’t say it’s a fetish of mine because I’m quite happy if I’m not wearing one.

My fetish, at least one of them, is sexual control. I really need Mrs. Lion to own my penis and absolutely control if and when it gets a chance to ejaculate. I suppose my desire for her to be my disciplining wife could also be considered a fetish. I think that’s probably debatable. The reason it is stems from the fact that it represents a very broad area of our lives. A fetish tends to be reasonably localized. Hairless genitals and wearing chastity devices are easily defined. A Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD) is much broader and harder to define. It’s more of a lifestyle choice than a fetish.

Things like hairless genitals and maybe even one day, chastity devices can become part of the generally accepted sexual behavior in our society. I wonder if wearing a chastity device changes from a fetish to a preference if wearing one becomes a generally accepted sexual practice. Certainly in the context of our day-to-day communications, the word “fetish” has a generally negative connotation. If you have a fetish you are less socially acceptable. It doesn’t matter what the fetish is, simply identifying something you do as a fetish makes you an oddball. On the other hand, if the same behavior is generally accepted, even if not particularly popular, it’s a preference which has no negative connotation.

Of course, the elephant in the room is how you define something as being generally acceptable or not acceptable. I suppose the only reasonable way to consider this is to limit the scope of the idea something is generally acceptable. If the people close to me consider things I do or like as a little odd but okay, then what I am doing is a preference. If they can’t imagine a normal person having or doing whatever it is, they probably think of it as a fetish and consider me a weirdo.

When I first started removing my pubic hair it was most certainly not acceptable for a man to do that. Let’s face it, a lot of men still consider doing that as effeminate or gay. I was very self-conscious about it because I knew that’s how people generally thought about it. Now, 20 years later, I have a preference for keeping my genitals hair free. Other people may still consider it unusual but they almost certainly don’t think of it as a sign of something else such as being effeminate.

By the way, in the days that hairless balls were considered almost taboo, I lost my pubic hair when the woman I was dating expressed unhappiness when she noticed my pubic hair was getting longer. When I first met her I had kept it trimmed to about an inch. After we were together, because she never said anything, I let it grow. Finally about a month after we were sexual partners, she expressed unhappiness that I was so hairy. She hadn’t realized that I had been trimmed when we met. What could I do? I told her to groom me the way she liked.

She readily agreed and left the room. She came back with a bowl of water, some soap and disposable razor. She told me to lie back. I asked her what she was going to do. She smiled and told me that she would take care of the excess hair. She began shaving me. I had a lot of pubic hair in those days and my thighs were hairy too. I could feel her going to work. By the way, at the time she had me tied to the bed, spread eagle. I really didn’t have a lot of choice anyway. She worked away and when she finished, she used a washcloth to get rid of any of the soap left around my genitals. I was rock hard. Then she moved up on my body and almost started shaving my armpits. That was too much for me. I asked her not to do it and she agreed.

From that day on I had no pubic hair. At one point I asked her how she decided how far she was going to shave. She told me to drop my pants. She then grabbed the head of my penis pulled hard and used it to define a circle on my body. She said that she didn’t want hair anywhere my penis could reach. Okay fair enough. As time went on she went past that boundary and kept my inner thighs and tummy hair free too.

I got to like it a lot. I guess you could say I acquired a fetish. Over the years, the fetish grew and more real estate lost its fur. I cultivated the fetish by getting laser hair removal of my pubic area. That represented a real commitment since the hair would never return even if I change my mind. Fortunately, I haven’t changed my mind. What did change was that I no longer had a fetish; now I have a preference!

I admit it. I have definite preferences in terms of body hair. I’ve always preferred no pubic hair. Mine has been gone since the late 1980s. Even in the hairy 1970s, while I had a lot of fur down there, I much preferred women with sparse pubic hair.

Long before it became fashionable for men to remove body hair, I’ve taken some of mine off. During the 1990s I actually got laser hair removal treatments to get rid of my pubic hair permanently. Most of it is still gone, some stubbornly remains and requires Mrs. Lion to wax it.

hairy and bald male genitals
While I’m not attracted to male genitals (I like the ones on the right because they’re mine), the hairless ones definitely look better to me. This is true whether they are mine or not.

It’s rare to see a photograph of a naked woman who still has pubic hair. It also appears that most of the male images are also sans pubic hair as well. I decided to find examples of both male and female genitals with and without hair. The image above on the left is a fair comparison of hairy and hairless male genitals. Aside from the anatomical differences between the two males (I’m the one on the right), I prefer the hairless look.

compare hairy and hairless pussies
In my mind, there is no comparison between a furry and hairless pussy. Female external genitalia are way too beautiful to hide behind hair.

When it comes to female genitals, I absolutely prefer a bald pussy. Even though Mrs. Lion doesn’t shave hers, it’s the sole exception to that rule. External female genitalia are beautiful to me. Pubic hair only obstructs it and turns its fine definition into a fuzzy mess.

I realize that pubic hair is a personal preference. However I think it’s interesting that there have been distinct trends in both male and female body hair removal. I’ve noticed that female hair removal has always been acceptable. Even in the hairy 70s, no one blinked at a shaved pussy. That wasn’t true of men. Men without pubic hair would be prejudged as gay or effeminate.

This was true in the 90s and even the early 2000’s. I was always a little nervous about strangers seeing my lack of pubic hair. Now, it’s absolutely commonplace for men to take off the fur. I’m glad. Mrs. Lion has been waxing virtually all of my body. The only hair that she leaves in place is on my lower legs and my arms. Everything else: thighs, pubic and butt hair, chest, pits, and back are hairless.

I think it looks good. Apparently, so do a lot of other guys. You can find ads for waxing studios that offer male hair removal services that include all of the areas Mrs. Lion removes and more. It’s an increasingly popular option for guys.

It used to be believed that men who prefer women without pubic hair were nascent pedophiles. They were accused of liking the hairless look of prepubescent girls. That’s just silly. I can understand where this came from. After all, only children are naturally hairless.

There are lots of theories about why we do or don’t have hair in various places. Underarm and pubic hair are believed to perform a sexual function. The story goes that the hair in those places retain pheromones secreted with sweat. These pheromones act as attractants for potential sexual partners.

There’s some science to back that up. More than one study has been conducted where men have worn T-shirts for a period of time that allowed them to catch those underarm scents. The T-shirts were put in airtight jars. Women at various points in their menstrual cycle were asked to smell the T-shirts. Most of the time, they found the odors offensive. However, when they were at the most fertile point in their cycles, they found the same odors sexy. Presumably, the same would be true of odors produced by the genitals.

This confirms that pheromones both attract and repel. It’s supposed that pubic and underarm hair would capture and retain those smells. Given that most of us bathe every day, the odor-keeping value of that hair would be negligible.

Given that the maximum fertility part of the woman’s cycle lasts for three days or so, it probably isn’t a good idea to send armpit smell the way of a woman a man is trying to attract. Fortunately, we have less primal ways to attract one another.

hairless and naked with chastity device locked on
I like the way I look without body hair. Here I am after a recent waxing session.

Nevertheless, a lot of us have visual preferences when it comes to body hair. Mrs. Lion’s says that she’s indifferent to whether or not I have hair anywhere on my body. I prefer myself without.

I’m very glad that a lot of people understand that the presence or absence of body hair says nothing about the sexual preferences of the person. I am solidly heterosexual and I prefer myself smooth. I know gay men who are turned off by guys without body hair. They like their men hairy.

I’m lucky that Mrs. Lion finds me attractive. I’m grateful she indulges my preference for smooth, hairless body.