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It was bound to happen sometime. Lion chose the tiny clothespins from the Box O’Fun. I laughed at him. He didn’t think it was so funny. I know those little bastards hurt. I also know, deep down, he likes to be hurt. Well, he may not like to be hurt, but he likes the idea of being hurt. And he likes the idea of my hurting him; of my being willing to hurt him. He loves that part. It’s what he’s hoped for, for a long time.

As a matter of fact, I did a pretty good job of hurting him when I had to punish him for spilling food on his shirt. Lion insisted the stain was gone. It wasn’t. Besides, whether the stain remained or not was not the issue. That the stain happened at all was the issue. And it had happened. Poor Lion. A bunch of whacks later, Lion’s buns were bright pink.

A while after his buns had quieted down, I snuggled in close to Lion. I was playing with him and he was getting hard. I was thinking about Lion’s request to have more ruined orgasms. Should I give him one? I hadn’t really decided if I liked the idea of more ruined orgasms. There’s no harm in trying it out for a while. But I was debating whether I should give it to him last night.

After Lion picked the card with “tiny clothespins” written on it, I thought I should make him wait for any type of orgasm to make sure he was horny when I applied the little pincers to his cock. On the other hand, if he isn’t horny at all, it will give me a chance to get him aroused if he isn’t really in the mood. For that reason, I decided to give Lion a ruined orgasm. Of course, he had to “suffer” through many edgings first.

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My dream of hibernating this weekend has been dashed. The landlord found someone to fix the rotting deck and he’s supposed to come today. Lion’s car is also scheduled for a maintenance appointment this afternoon. Damn! On the plus side, I think I got some decent sleep last night despite waking up a bunch of times.

More importantly, I punished Lion for forgetting punishment night. I almost got him again for not thanking me. Technically, I should have added swats because he only remembered when I hinted. His sore buns said otherwise but I’m still a pushover for letting him get away with things.

I finally administered the plastic clothespins to his balls. I teased him that the tiny clothespins were plastic. I could have used them. I also have a set of clothespins that are slightly larger than the tiny ones and don’t pack as much punch. That’s not to say they don’t hurt. Strategically placed, they all hurt. I only had about seven regular size plastic clothespins in my bedroom bag of tricks. That’s plenty. I didn’t even put all of them on him.

I edged Lion a few times, sucked him a bit and then left him hanging. He said he was dripping long afterwards. I wish he would have given me some of that pre-cum when I was sucking him. He was frustrated and hornier than ever. He was horny before, but it was worse afterwards. Good. That’s how it should be.

Now I’m realizing I forgot to have him choose another torture from the Box O’Fun. I’ll have to fix that when I’m done writing. He’ll still have plenty of time to think about what’s coming. I can’t really remember but I think there are some good things in the box. Lion just hasn’t chosen them so far.

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I was going to make Lion pick from the Box O’Fun before I edged him last night but I thought that might detract from his fun with Velcro. I didn’t want anything to come between him and his hatred of those tiny little teeth biting into his skin. Nope. No distractions for Lion.

Despite, or maybe because of, his dislike of Velcro, Lion got very hard. I added and subtracted Velcro as I edged him. When he thought we were done, I’d put it back on. I have to keep him guessing. In the end, I got him very close to the edge, sucked him for a minute and then left him hanging. I think he hates the Velcro more than being frustrated but that just makes both more fun.

A while after I had dashed his hopes for an orgasm, Lion asked if I was going to make him pick from the Box O’Fun. Duh! I’d forgotten. He carefully sifted through the cards and pulled one out: ball swats. He groaned. Poor thing. Where are all the “good” cards in there? He even asked if I was putting the used cards in the other box. Yes, my pet. It’s not like he’s chosen ball swats recently.

While I was edging him, a thought popped into my mind for a new game. Since it’s football season, why not zap him every time a penalty flag is thrown? I realize this isn’t really fair in the sense that Lion has no control over when a flag is thrown, but life isn’t really fair. Alternatively, I could give him swats when points are scored – either for our team or against them. He doesn’t have any control over that either. Depending on the game, he might get zapped a lot. Sometimes there are very few penalties. Generally our team can’t score points to save their lives. We’ll have to work out the details but it seems fun to me so far.

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It starts like this: the velcro fastened tightly around my soft penis. Then, as I get harder the pressure builds.
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We’re working to return excitement to our BDSM play. Mrs. Lion has brought back our Box O’Fun. On Thursday night I drew “Velcro”. Mrs. Lion puts Velcro strips around my penis before it gets  hard. The strips “choke” my penis painfully. Before she could apply them, I fell asleep for one of my after-dinner naps. It was just as well. I wanted to suggest that she wait a day after I pick a card to do the activity.  That would give me a full 24 hours to fret over my fate.

My thought is that the next night I would pick a new card. Again, Mrs. Lion would wait till the next day. She agreed to this process. Lest you think otherwise, this is a particularly painful form of CBT. That red strip in the photo really hurts when I get hard. Click the image to see what happens when I get erect. It’s humiliating that despite the pain, I get and remain erect.

Mrs. Lion likes CBT. She’s shown a preference for it from the beginning. In addition to the Velcro, she has menthol rubs, clothespins, and rope to add variety to my torture.

In fact, CBT was her first step after spanking. In a lot of ways it makes sense for a baby top to begin with the genitals. Impact play — floggers, whips, and paddles — require training and practice to use effectively. On the other hand, applying clothespins on the balls is easy. The same is true of massaging Icy Hot or Ben Gay into the balls.

These simple activities are guaranteed to get and maintain his attention.  A little bondage, like tying his hands above his head, assures that he will remain in a position to appreciate these efforts. I can’t fault Mrs. Lion for her preference in “activities” to share with me.

The Box O’Fun provides suspense for both of us. I have no idea what is in it. Sure, I know the stuff Mrs. Lion has done in the past, but I don’t know what she has chosen to put in the box. She has no idea what card I will pick, so each time we use the box, we are both surprised. There’s no question that a large percentage of the cards have activities listed that I don’t enjoy. That doesn’t mean I won’t appreciate experiencing them. I will.

The challenge we face is finding the energy to play and then for Mrs. Lion to administer the experiences with the full force of Lioness 2.0. No one is asking me to enjoy them. My job is to be a good boy and take what I get.