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My knee is feeling a lot better. It followed the same recovery period as my neck, which makes sense given it was also a garbage injury. Tonight we’re going to see “Bohemian Rhapsody”. For real, this time. I will drag myself there if need be. As an added bonus, we’ll miss a lot of the election day coverage. I’ve made up my mind. I’ve voted. Stop badgering me with ads and phone calls and the monotonous exit polls, predictions and what happens if this seat goes to that candidate. I mean, I care but only to a certain point.

Of course, I could keep the TV off when we get home and just torture Lion some more. Last night I pulled out my clothespins and, without realizing which ones I’d grabbed, made him suffer through the wooden clothespins with the stair tread on them. They aren’t as bad as the plastic ones but they aren’t as “nice” as the plain,old, boring, wooden clothespins.

In the past I’ve put the clothespins on and just left them while I went about the business of playing with him. I haven’t done that in a long time. I usually make sure I brush against them or tug on them while I jerk him off. What good is pain if it isn’t mixed with pleasure, and vice versa?

I think Lion was sure he was going to get a ruined orgasm. I toyed with the idea of just getting him hard without even edging him. I’ve had that same thought before but I’ve never actually done it. I’m not sure why. I guess I think that would be too mean. I wonder which is worse. If I never get him near the edge, it seems like it would be less of a letdown than getting him oh so close and then stopping. I know he both loves and hates being frustrated. Last night I left him simmering after getting him impossibly close to the edge.

His next choice from the Box O’Fun was the blindfold and one other choice. I remember putting those freebies in there because I figured being blindfolded was fun, but there has to be something else going on to make it really good. Unfortunately, for Lion, his bonus choice was the blue menthol rub. He immediately asked if that was the evil Icy Hot. Nope. Icy Hot is in the box as Icy Hot. The blue menthol rub is the stuff he insisted was too mild – until it hit his balls. Silly boy.

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shock collar under lion's balls
This is one of the shock collars we use. You can see that the electrodes don’t necessarily make good contact to the loose skin of my scrotum.
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We have consistent problems with our shock collars. It’s not that they don’t work,  they do. But the intensity of the shocks vary unexpectedly. If you aren’t familiar with this nasty item, it’s a dog training device that when used on a dog is on a collar. There are two electrodes on the it. These electrodes transmit a harmless shock to remind the dog to pay attention or obey. The device has a remote control that sends the shock and adjusts the intensity.

When used on me, the collar is shortened so that it fits around my cock and balls. As you can see in the image (above, right), the skin down there is loose. That means contact with the collar isn’t always consistent. If the contacts are tight against my skin, a low setting will make me jump. If the skin moves and the contact isn’t as good, a much higher setting will hardly be felt.

shock collar around lion's cock and balls.
The shock collar goes around both cock and balls. That makes it difficult for consistent contact.
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We’ve tried several different devices. We changed to longer contacts. That helped but also dug into my scrotum when tight enough to reliably shock me. Part of the problem is that the strap goes around both penis and scrotum. Penile tissue is squishy when soft. The scrotum is the same. Taken together, it’s very difficult to make reliable contact.

The answer isn’t just putting the collar around the scrotum. The scrotum can be compressed to a very small diameter when surrounded without the penis. The shock device is wide and contact won’t be made on a compressed scrotum. By including the penis,the device makes contact with the balls.

Mrs. Lion plans to make it possible for the collar to be tightened more. Perhaps that will allow more reliable contact with the shock device. Another possibility is to use conductive adhesive to “glue” the contacts to my skin. We’re getting a new device that includes conductive rubber electrodes. Maybe gluing them in place with the conductive adhesive might work.

A simpler alternative is for Mrs. Lion to use a much higher setting. I’m not crazy about that idea. But, the device isn’t intended to be comfortable for me. The reason we both spend time trying to perfect the use of this toy is that it is very effective. The shocks are very painful, yet when Mrs. Lion releases the button, the pain is gone. There is no residual pain. It can be used in public. I can’t avoid it. It’s firmly strapped around my cock and balls. It’s invisible under clothing. See? It’s worth the effort.

We’ll keep you posted on our progress. If you’ve solved this problem, please comment to this post. We’d love your feedback.

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I proved last night that I can arouse Lion the night after a ruined orgasm. To be fair, he was horny all by himself despite the fact that he knew the tiny clothespins were coming. And I guess I also proved that I won’t stop just because Lion begs me to.

I started off with one tiny clothespin on the underside shaft of his penis. This was new. I know they hurt like hell on the head. I was experimenting if they’d hurt just as much on the shaft. I have tried them on his balls in the past. It turns out they hurt no matter where they go. Obviously the more sensitive the area, the more it would hurt but it really doesn’t matter where that sensitive area is. When I went to put one on the head of his penis he asked me if I was really going to so it. Of course! That’s where they go. Just because I tried one on another spot didn’t mean I wasn’t going to put it on its intended target.

Lion can usually handle them for a minute or two. It’s difficult but he can. This time, however, he was screaming for me to take it off. I waited a few seconds and then removed it. I’m not sure if he’s getting wimpy in his old age or if he’s just out of practice. He also wasn’t in the mood anymore. I don’t think that’s ever happened before. Did it have anything to do with the ruined orgasm? Did it have anything to do with the anticipation of the tiny clothespins?

He said he should just throw them out. Mistake. I can throw them out. I can remove all the tiny clothespin cards from the Box O’Fun. But Lion cannot do it. It’s not his decision. He can request. He can suggest. He can plead. Ultimately, I’m the one who will decide the fate of the tiny clothespins.

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Thursday night we went out to dinner. Mrs. Lion is very fond of Mexican food, so we went to the local Mexican eatery. This is the third time we’ve had Mexican food since the beginning of summer. Each time, I manage to get some salsa on my shirt. This results in a painful spanking. Thursday was no exception.

I haven’t mastered dipping corn chips in salsa and then getting it all into my mouth without some landing on my shirt. I was very careful this last visit to no avail. Mrs. Lion pointed to a small red spot on the front of my shirt. She gave me that you-know-what’s-going-to-happen-when-we-get-home look.

Sure enough, after Mrs. Lion’s shower, she told me to lie across the bed. She got her wooden spoon and repeated her now-famous performance of very fast swats to the same place on each cheek. The fire she created on my butt was far hotter than anything in that restaurant. She’s become a virtuoso with her wooden spoon. I tried to roll away a couple of times. Each attempt was greeted with her no-nonsense look. I really wanted to escape.

When she finished, she had an amused look on her face. Later, after the fire cooled down in back, I asked her if the liked spanking me. She said she wasn’t sure. She didn’t say she dislike beating me. A neutral attitude is a big change from the way she felt in the past. Clearly, she is comfortable with making my bottom very sore. Her comfort seems to grow as my discomfort increases.

Next on her agenda was teasing me. I was more than ready. She edged me several times. The last few were with very slow, small strokes. I realized she was going to give me a broken orgasm. She’d get me very close and stop. She would give me a few more strokes, and stop. She waited about 15 seconds and start again; a few strokes, stop, wait, and do it again. Before long she got me over the edge and watched as semen slowly leaked out of the head of my penis. She cleaned me with her finger and inserted it in her mouth. She then squeezed my penis like a toothpaste tube, getting the last drops out.

A little later, she had me pick a card from the Box O’Fun. She read the card silently with an evil grin.

“What did I pick?” I asked.

“The tiny clothespins,” she said.

She smiled and wondered out loud if I could get hard enough Friday night to stand at attention while she put those nasty clothespins on the head of my cock. This is the absolute worst CBT activity we have. Two of those little clothespins are pure agony.

Last night, I found out, Fortunately for me, Mrs. Lion  just put one on the shaft of my cock. After a while, she moved it to the head of my cock. I yelled, “Get it off! Get it off,” She did.

I lost my erection. Mrs. Lion declared the evening a success. She got me very aroused one night after the ruined orgasm. And, she did what the card in the Box O’Fun said. I picked another card. Tonight it will be regular clothespins.