Thursday night, after a very long 12-day wait, Mrs. Lion gave me a fantastic blow job. She edged me once within an inch of my life. She let me calm down and then started in again. This time she kept going until I had a wonderful orgasm. Whew! This is the second orgasm in 2022. Truly excellent

I’ve been running another Twitter poll. This one is about pubic hair. We’re 22 years into the millennium, and it seemed appropriate to see what’s happening down under. Women were nearly evenly divided. 55% said they have pubic hair. The men’s side was a little surprising. Almost twice as many men said that they had no pubic hair. Imagine that bald pubes won two-to-one for the guy.

In earlier times, women would have led the charge for hairless pussies. Few men were removing their fur. My Twitter results may be skewed because most of my readers are interested in male chastity and male spanking. I think guys who are into that are more likely to present hairless pubes.

The ladies are a big surprise. Young women have preferred bare genitals for the last twenty years. It’s rare to see a picture of a nude woman with pubic hair. Has the trend reversed? Or, perhaps women who read my Twitter feed are more dominant and keep their pubes hairy as part of their display of power.

That is a giant assumption with absolutely nothing behind it. If female hair removal results from males preferring skin to hair, then dominant women would disregard this preference. This is another huge assumption. Have I discovered a trend toward hairy pussies? Let’s take the power exchanges out of consideration. Have we discovered an aesthetic sea change? Has the pandemic reduced reasons for female deforestation?

It may be that many women remove their hair to look better at the beach. Staying home may encourage a more “natural” look. I don’t know. Mrs. Lion has always kept her hair down there. It’s relatively thin and doesn’t get in the way. I haven’t had any pubic hair in over twenty years. At this point, it’s all I know. Mrs. Lion plans to wax me this weekend. Not much grows in, but she likes me neat.

I’ll be waxing all of this off Lion today. He has almost no pubic hair left to remove

Last night Lion’s tummy was giving him trouble. He mentioned wanting a hot fudge sundae, but he knew he shouldn’t for fear of feeling even worse. It wasn’t until this morning that I remembered his post about semen on ice cream. Is that why he wanted a sundae? I’m sure he wasn’t asking for a semen sundae.

I wouldn’t give him one anyway. He’s nowhere near ready to come again. And why would I waste it on a sundae? I rarely waste it on him. Since he doesn’t seem to like my hand anymore, his orgasms have been oral. I’m not willing to give up his cream filling once it’s in my mouth. No way! And his next orgasm is supposed to be vaginal. I suppose he could lick me clean afterward, but it still wouldn’t be on a sundae. I guess he’s safe from having a semen sundae for now.

I have the wax melting. I put most of the stuff back in Lion’s office this morning after the carpet dried. I have to clean off the waxing table and the floor surrounding it so I can yank the fur out of him. It’s been a while since I waxed him. I think it’s more than a month. He isn’t all that furry. It’s just at the base of his penis and some scraggly long hair on his balls. I may go back to only waxing his bikini area every month and the rest of him every other month. It takes longer to track down the slight hair on his stomach and chest. There just isn’t that much. If he wants his armpits done, I guess I can do them every month—the things I do for my Lion.

He’s also been after me to change the filters under the sink. I’ve only done it one other time (it’s a yearly thing), but it’s a pain in the ass. It’s a small area, and my contortionist days are long gone. It won’t take long. I just know it will hurt my shoulders. I have to bite the bullet and do it. And then we can watch our football team lose again.

The restoration people have cleaned out the water damage and mold from the basement. My home office has a very strong ammonia odor. I can’t spend much time in it. Our stuff is out and being handled by our insurance people. What a mess! Fortunately, we are fine and don’t have any serious losses. Mrs. Lion hasn’t focused on sexual or disciplinary matters since this happened over a week ago. Fortunately, she did give me a nice orgasm in the midst of this.

She plans on waxing me this weekend. I am getting pretty furry. This is a combination of fun and pain. Even though my hair has gotten sparse and thin, the hot wax burns my tender balls and perineum. Pulling the hair out isn’t painful at all. When she is done with my front side, Mrs. Lion removes residual wax with mineral oil and spends extra time on my hard cock. She’s a very careful lioness.

It’s been 19 days (as of Friday) since my last spanking. I’m not exactly complaining, just pointing out that it’s been a while. Our pattern is that the longer the time since my last spanking, the less likely I’ll get one. The only exception is if I forget to set up the coffee pot. If I do that, I get spanked. Now that Mrs. Lion agreed to implement “fact of life” spankings (“It’s Just A Fact Of Life“), I expect my butt to hurt more often. Right now, inertia has cut in, and Mrs. Lion will eventually remember.

She wrote that she plans to ride me reverse cowgirl this weekend. It may be a bit too soon. It’s only been two days (as of Friday) since my last orgasm. Three or four days may be too soon for a ride. It’s not up to me. Just sayin’. No matter, we will have a busy weekend.

We’ve self-organized in terms of blogging. Mrs. Lion reports the news, and I write other stuff. The question for me is always: What is other stuff? Over the years, I’ve managed to find things to say. The one topic I figured would draw the least attention is hair removal. Yet, it seems to be consistently interesting to many readers. It makes sense. Playing with pubic hair is titillating in the same way as locking the penis in a male chastity device.

Me in my normal, no-hair state.

The similarity is clear. Removing pubic hair isn’t usually permanent, yet once done, it is not reversible for the time it takes for the hair to grow back. This is the same as being locked in a male chastity device. You can get out, just not right away. Both hair removal and wearing a male chastity device are instantly visible to anyone who has access to the penis. More importantly, both send interesting messages.

Years ago, a man with no pubic hair was either prepped for surgery or assumed to be gay. Straight men had hair on their balls. That was never really true. A lot of straight men had no pubic hair. I haven’t had any in 30 years. The times have caught up with me. Now, many men have hairless pubes. The same is true of women. It was never more than potentially embarrassing for a woman to be hairless down there. It’s a personal choice rather than a sexual signal.

I think the topic is so interesting to our readers because pubic hair removal is an act of vulnerability. It feels naughty and a little submissive to be hairless. At least that’s how it feels to me. It’s fun. At this point, I don’t remember what I looked like with pubic hair. Most of mine is permanently gone, thanks to professional laser treatment. Some stubbornly remain. Mrs. Lion waxes that off.

Obviously, there is more to pubic hair removal than just taking the fur off. It seems that a lot of people react strongly to this topic. How does it affect you?