Mrs. Lion has been writing about reviving some of our past activities. I’m writing this post at noon on Saturday. When we got up this morning, she mentioned that she’s going to go look for the bag that contains my panties. As far as I’m concerned, they can stay lost. Wearing panties is not only humiliating but also pretty uncomfortable.

She’s also discussing reinstating my anal training. In her post yesterday, she mentioned that she may not want to fist me, but she definitely wants me to learn to take larger objects and have her peg me. Then she went on to say that having fingers up my ass is a very intimate activity not unlike me having my penis inside of her. I suppose it is. It’s absolutely intimate. I think it’s a lot less comfortable for me then when she has my penis inside her. Oh well. I agree anal activities forces both of us to be very close to one another and share a most intimate-if-uncomfortable activity.

It’s a little ironic when she wants me to wear women’s underwear. Normally, I’m completely naked at home. In fact, I haven’t had a stitch of clothing on since last Wednesday when I went for physical therapy. But I get it. Even though panties or, for that matter, a diaper, covers me up, they do so in a way I certainly didn’t select for myself.

This is the Digit vibrator by Hot Octopuss. It is intended as a woman’s toy, but Mrs. Lion thinks she can wear it on a finger and put that finger on my penis where it gets me most excited while she jerks me off.

Sometimes people are confused by why we do these things. One reason is that I find it a turn-on when Mrs. Lion flexes her muscles this way. Another is that the bottom in me enjoys the humiliation and discomfort. This isn’t totally true of anal training. I get a real sense of accomplishment when Mrs. Lion is able to use something larger without me having a lot of pain. It feels like I am giving her something. I also like that it doesn’t matter to her whether or not I like it or not. It’s something she wants to do, and therefore, she will do it. I really encourage her to behave this way. I love it in her and I think it’s good for both of us.

If she can find the bag of women’s underwear, I imagine I will be wearing them for a good part of the weekend. I will certainly be carrying a heavy Njoy butt plug up my ass for several hours later today. If she has the time and energy, Mrs. Lion will also be removing more of my body hair. Right now, I am luxuriating by sitting naked in my desk chair sharing my thoughts with you.

Mrs. Lion is also considering a hybrid approach to edging me. She got the idea that if she had a vibrator that attaches to her finger, she can use the force of the vibrator and the attention of her hand in a modified hand job. It sounds very interesting. I showed her a product that might work. It’s called the Digit. It’s a vibrator that fits over the finger. The people who make it intended as a woman’s toy. The idea is that she can use her finger on her clit while the vibe is providing stimulation through her finger. Mrs. Lion’s idea is that the same can be true of me if she applies that finger to the right spot on my penis. It sounds exciting.

I’m very happy that Mrs. Lion is thinking about things we can do together. I know this is difficult for her because sex is strictly one-way with us. I believe that she is coming to see that while I get sexual pleasure, she gets a sense of increased intimacy. She also gets more of a sense of control. I suspect the control is less interesting to her than the intimacy. I’m very glad that she can find pleasure in things she does to me.

Mrs. Lion waxed both legs, my pubes, chest, butt, back and pits.
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Do you think that being naked all the time causes me to think about sex more than I would if dressed? After all, my cock and balls are treated to a wide variety of sensations and temperatures as I go through my day. Sometimes, I have to move my balls out from under me when I sit down. Other times, my hand drops to my lap, and bumps into my cock.

Direct physical contact with my genitals requires no effort at all. Despite that, I don’t find myself getting erections during the day. Sure, when I write about sex, something tends to pop up between my legs. Otherwise, I stay calm the same way I would if fully clothed. Still, I feel a heightened sense of vulnerability because I am naked.

Over the years, I’ve noticed that Mrs. Lion spends more and more of her time naked as well. Is nudity contagious? Have we become a nudist couple? After all, Mrs. Lion has no requirement to remain unclothed. She does it because she wants to.

I’m not sure that she even notices my nudity any more. It never comes up in conversation. She very rarely makes a remark about my exposed cock and balls. Of course, I don’t expect her to offer a running commentary on something I’ve been doing for over 15 years. I guess it’s just part of me now. Clothing is for going out and for when company comes. My natural state is bare and nearly completely hairless.

The most I have actually have on is my chastity device. When wearing that, ironically the only part of my body shielded from view is my penis. Well, you can see some of it between the bars of my cage. This state is so ordinary for me that I rarely even think about. It came to mind today only because I went out for physical therapy and then as soon as I got home, I got naked as usual. While I was undressing it crossed my mind that what I’m doing is far from typical.

My post the other day that mentioned purple panties drew a little extra attention. One person wistfully noted that he badly wanted his wife to require him to wear women’s underwear all the time. He said that she is unresponsive to this request. He bought some anyway and wears panties now and then. For the record, between me and shopping trips with Mrs. Lion, I have a fairly extensive collection of frillies. Most of the items are still brand-new never worn.

I’m not complaining. If Mrs. Lion decides to put me in panties, we’re all set. Meanwhile, it’s impossible to ignore the fact that I’m naked and hairless. Speaking of which, hair has been growing back and it’s time for waxing again. Mrs. Lion reduced the area she removes hair. Of course, she removes all pubic and butt hair. She also cleans off my chest, underarms, shoulders, upper legs, and back. Essentially the only fur I have left is on my arms and lower legs.

I asked Mrs. Lion to remove all this fur. I confess that I like the way I look. There was one time a few weeks ago when my hairlessness caused me some concern. It was during the long power failure. We decided to go to the local community center for showers. The men’s locker room is open with no place to hide. Even if I wrap the towel around my middle, my hairless chest and underarms, not to mention my legs are visible for one and all to see.

We went at a time I figured that few, if any, people would be in the locker rooms. When I arrived and undressed to shower, I was the only one there. After my shower, when walking back to the locker where I put my clothes, another man was nearby changing into his gym shorts. He glanced my way and I’m sure noted my lack of fur. I didn’t see any change of expression, no gasp of horror, just a glance over to me and then he resumed undressing.

I have no idea what I expected. What could a stranger possibly say? “My God! He has no body hair!” That’s just silly. Also, why should I care what a stranger thinks of my personal grooming. Ironically, when I had surgery for removing a kidney stone, I didn’t give a second thought to the fact that the entire surgical team would see my lack of pubic hair. When I had to go back to the doctor’s office to remove a stent, again I was naked in front of his nurse and the surgeon himself. I wasn’t embarrassed. I didn’t even think about it.

I know it doesn’t matter how others will react. I’m me and I come packaged with almost no fur. Big deal. My blasé attitude would certainly disappear if someone I know wasn’t aware of our kink, saw me this way. A friend would almost certainly comment. At this point, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t blush. Though deep down, I’d be, at least momentarily, embarrassed.

That’s not a bad thing. After all, part of my kink is this sort of gentle humiliation. It’s no different than wearing panties. It’s a kind of naughty fun.

I’ve been thinking of something for a while. Actually it’s only when I brush my teeth. That’s when I see the collection of nail polish. About a week or so ago I thought maybe it’s time Lion had pretty toes again. And then I finish brushing my teeth and the idea is gone. Until the next time I brush my teeth.

In all fairness, we’ve both been sick and painting his toe nails wouldn’t have been the best idea. It wouldn’t give him the sense that he belonged to me. He probably would have thought, “Great. I’m going to die from this cold and I’ll have pink toes.” Now that our colds are almost gone he won’t be so worried about dying with pink toes. He’ll still hate the pink toes though. But that sounds like a personal problem to me.

A similar personal problem would be if I made him wear panties again. Pink toes and pink panties? Mortifying! He’d put up with it. He has no choice. But he will not be happy. All the more reason I should do it. We need something to snap us out of our sickness. Why not pink toes and pink panties? Perfect for spring.

Yup. That’s my plan. He may not be caged at the moment but he’ll be pretty in pink. I’m sure he’d rather be caged. Too bad. It’s not up to him. When I get home I’ll paint his little piggies and select a nice pink pair of panties for him to wear tomorrow. And if he doesn’t have pink panties I’ll find something to match the nail polish we have. Don’t worry, Lion. I’m sure we can find a nice pairing.

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.