A tourist is visiting New York City and asks a native, “How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” The native answers, “Practice, practice, practice.”

There are things we have done that require consistent practice. The most obvious example is anal play. Just because I could manage a dildo 1-3/4 inches in diameter a couple of months ago, doesn’t mean I can handle it now. If, on the other hand, I am penetrated one or two times a week, my ability to take insertables increases as my body learns to accept larger items.

I think this is true for all sensation play. Spanking is similar. While, it’s true that I can never “get used” to a spanking — it will always hurt as much each time — I can learn to hold still through the pain. A spanking that would make me hide under the bed a few years ago, is manageable now. It hurts just as much as before; well maybe not as much, but still hurts. The point is that I’m trained to hold still despite how much it hurts. That’s why maintenance spankings are useful for me.

Mrs. Lion has a goal in mind when it comes to maintenance (training) spankings. She wants me to learn to hold still through a long, painful, punishment-level spanking. During my maintenance spanking on Saturday, I started trying to wriggle away. When I did, she asked,

“Do you want me to start all over again?”

I got back into position. She’s figured it out!

It’s all about education. For example, repeated anal insertions with increasingly wider plugs and dildos doesn’t stretch the anus. It’s being trained to relax more and more. Fisting is a process  of “teaching” the bottom’s bottom to accept the top’s hand up to the wrist. Mrs. Lion has tried sporadically without success. There is no doubt she can teach me if she wants. It will take time and a lot of initial discomfort for me. Multiple sessions with wider and wider plugs and dildos prepare me for her entire hand.

Both top and bottom require training. As the bottom, my training is more uncomfortable than Mrs. Lion’s. But that’s the role I’ve chosen.

 

 

 

Aside from pegging him, I had no other real plans for Lion once I got him in the sling. I knew the beginning and the ending but not the story in between. It didn’t take me long to figure it out though.

Spanking Lion when he’s in the sling is not the easiest. It’s an awkward angle and I can’t really use a paddle. It’s a good thing my hands are used to whomping him. I think I started off with my first-timer swats just to get him used to the idea. It wasn’t a punishment spanking. I was going for love taps. Real love taps. But I accelerated to harder swats soon enough.

I stopped from time to time to play with my weenie. I’d get him hard and then go back to spanking. Maybe it wasn’t the ideal way to do it but that’s the way I decided to do it. I did get him fairly pink but I’m sure I could have gone on longer. As I said, It’s an awkward angle. Maybe sometime this week I can spank him on the bed where I have more leverage.

Lion knew he was going to have a happy ending. He knew it was going to be oral. He just didn’t know what would happen before then. He enjoyed himself, aside from the pegging, which Lion endured with flying colors. Yes, he might have enjoyed it more if I had kept spanking him but he’ll never argue with an oral orgasm.

As promised, Lion is locked away again. He probably won’t be horny tonight so we’ll just snuggle. By tomorrow he should be regaining his horniness enough to be unlocked and edged. For now he’s back in the zoo.

Saturday
We played in the sling. After “warming” me up with the Silk large dildo (1-1/2″ diameter), she confidently inserted the 2 inch diameter Tantus dildo (NSFW image of it inserted). It hurt going in. She didn’t mind and continued inserting. When she got most of it in, she stopped and let me get used to the size. Then she gently pegged me, moving it in and out slowly. We didn’t get to the Rodeoh Brief Harness. Good thing. It was a bit much to take. I’m sure that with practice, I’ll be pegged full blast before long.

You can see in this image (also NSFW) that I was just barely getting hard. This is normal for me. It’s extremely rare that I maintain an erection when being pegged. Objects up my ass are not directly arousing to me. I am turned on later or when anticipating the next session. It’s the power Mrs. Lion shows by anal insertion, I think, that is so exciting to me. The visual evidence indicates that, like spanking, the actual act is not arousing.

Mrs. Lion also tried a capsaicin rub. This product from England, is formulated like a stick deodorant. Just rub it on the desired area. Mrs. Lion chose my perineum. She rubbed a bit on. Then she masturbated me. After a few minutes, I reported that I didn’t feel any heat. She put more on the same spot. A few minutes passed. Still nothing. I told her and she tried one last time; this dose was quite thick. She reported she could smell it.

Again more teasing. This time, after a few more minutes, I felt some mild heat. “No big deal,” I thought. Mrs. Lion went on and the heat built very slowly. I was very aroused and Mrs. Lion was edging me mercilessly. She got me oh so close and stopped. I groaned. After about ten seconds, semen dripped out. I felt the ruined orgasm. Mrs. Lion calmly looked on. She cleaned off the semen, and released the restraints. I left the sling, gracefully for me, still dripping. I hate ruined orgasms. It is the purest expression of Mrs. Lion’s power over me.

Meanwhile, the heat was building between my legs. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. We went back upstairs to snuggle under the covers. The instant my perineum touched the sheet, the heat intensified, almost making me yelp. As I lay back, the pressure on my perineum lessened and the heat became a bit milder. The heat continued for almost an hour. Capsaicin is very different from menthol. The usual, menthol rubs start burning quickly and die out after about ten minutes. The capsaicin starts later and hangs on. You can’t wash it off, by the way. Taking a shower will make it worse.

Sunday
Mrs. Lion kept her promise. After watching the Giants lose yet again (2 and 10 this year), we went down to the dungeon. It didn’t take long to fix me in the sling. After some nice warmup (playing with my penis), she got out the Boy Butter and lubed me up. Then, she got out that big dildo and started it up my ass. It was really painful. I asked her if she could get me ready with the Silk dildo.

She obligingly did just that. then she began again with the 2″ diameter monster. It went in more easily this time. She proceeded to spend quite a while pegging me with it. It was uncomfortable, but not really painful. A few times I yelped softly. For the most part, I stoically accepted the intruder. Of course, I had no real choice. I was securely attached to the chains supporting the sling.

Then, something surprising happened. Mrs. Lion began masturbating me. That, in itself, isn’t unusual. She does that most times after pegging me. The thing is, I had a ruined orgasm on Saturday. In the past, my interest in sex the day after was very low. I was surprised how much I enjoyed the attention. She was even able to edge me a couple of times.

She put my cock in her mouth and began moving. It felt as though I hadn’t come in a couple of weeks. I had to remind myself, I ejaculated the day before. What was going on? I soon found out. Mrs. Lion kept sucking and gave me a huge orgasm. She told me there was a good amount of semen. In the past, orgasms spaced less than three or four days apart would yield little-to-no semen. Maybe there is something to the idea that ruined orgasms don’t reset the sex clock.

The only explanation for this new development is that the Saturday ruined orgasm was classically perfect. Only a portion of my semen supply was drained. My body didn’t recognize that event as an orgasm. Overnight, I think the residual heat created by the unsatisfying end to our sexual activity, signaled something inside of me to make more semen.

Whatever happened, it was a pleasant surprise to us both. The other surprise to me was that I could accept that huge, new dildo without being split in half. Onward and upward!

Monday was either very good for Lion or very bad. I guess it all depends on how you look at it. He spent the day in diapers. He spent part of the evening in the sling. He got pegged. He got menthol on his balls. And he got edged. Win-win-win-win-win. Or lose-lose-lose-lose-lose. Perhaps even some combination of the two. I think he views it as a good thing.

Actually I can’t tell you the last time Lion had so much attention on one day. I didn’t plan it that way. He was just supposed to be in diapers. Then I remembered my promise to use the sling more often. It sort of went from there. For some reason I feel “pressure” to do more to Lion when he’s in the sling. It’s like I have him all dressed up and we can’t just go to a burger joint. We have to find some place nice to eat.

It’s sort of strange. Being in the sling itself checks off a box on Lion’s kinky list. He’s tied up. Mr. Weenie has already gotten the signal that fun is coming. Any one of the things I did last night would suffice. Maybe it’s because I perceive it as extra “trouble” going downstairs and getting him locked in. I hope to change that mindset by doing it more often. I hope it becomes as normal as snuggling. Nope. As normal as watching TV.

I’m afraid tonight will pale by comparison. I’ll have to find the blindfold. I’ve been talking about using it again but I’m not sure where it wound up in my last round of cleaning. I also thought about spanking Lion the other night. I’m not sure why I didn’t. I guess when it came time to play I’d forgotten. Well tonight will either be a play spanking night or a blindfold night. Wednesday is sling day again.

Whatever we do, I think Lion will enjoy himself. Maybe not right at that point in time but he’ll enjoy the attention.