stuffed ass

I usually write my posts the day before they are published. This is because they are released at 5 AM my time. Sorry, I’m not getting up at 4 AM to write my post. Anyway, it’s just before noon on Saturday. So far, it’s been a quiet morning. Mrs. Lion wrote her post and asked me to read it. She may or may not be promising to make me wear panties today or tomorrow, or sometimes. It isn’t clear to me.

She wondered if my kegel exercises with an EMS machine might make anal play easier. It’s possible. The probe I use is six inches long and one inch in diameter. I lube it with conductive jelly. I have difficulty getting enough on the probe and then up my ass. I ordered a lube injector and will use that to “pave the way” for the probe. No, it doesn’t feel particularly enjoyable to use it. Anal activity is uncomfortable for me. With practice, I can learn to accept larger visitors. From time to time, Mrs. Lion likes to play back there.

She seems to have lost interest in most of the stuff we used to do. I suppose it’s natural for this to happen. Sporadic play is often more disruptive than fun for me. I also get into the habit of not being played with. I don’t necessarily welcome it when it happens the first time after a hiatus. If the next session comes within a day or two, I am prepared and welcoming.

That’s not to say I won’t enjoy the attention. I absolutely will. Do I like wearing panties? No, not particularly. They don’t fit well around my male anatomy. I’m always aware that they are on. Since nobody sees me in them, I’m not particularly embarrassed wearing them. I like the feeling of being “forced” to wear them by Mrs. Lion. I like it when she does things that demonstrate her power. That’s what makes anal play fun even though it’s uncomfortable.

Things change if she makes me go out in panties or a diaper. Then I am very aware of the potential for humiliation. During a power failure, I got the same feeling when we went to a local rec center to shower. I was very aware of my hairlessness when in the locker room and community shower. That was a few years ago. Since then, I’ve lost my shyness about that.

I suppose that if I had to wear panties all of the time, I’d stop worrying about discovery. Maybe I wouldn’t. I don’t want to find out.

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Lion in his uniform.

Sometimes Lion wonders why I’m also naked around the house. He has to be. I don’t. So what’s up?

I don’t even remember why I started it. I guess it was because we were always in bed or doing something sexual and it just seemed easier to be naked. At some points I think it’s because I don’t want to dirty clothes when I come home from work. I tend to be hotter than Lion so having fewer clothes on is a good thing. Other times I think it’s because we tend to hang out in the bedroom and being under the blankets together is more conducive to snuggling.

When I come home from work, I generally leave my undies on and put on a T shirt. It’s usually a ripped T shirt that isn’t good to wear in public anymore. I don’t care if it gets stained. I guess it’s the equivalent of women who wear sweatpants. Guys always think those are so sexy. Not. When I get too hot I take off the T shirt and, after my shower, the undies go away. Today is another snow day so I just have a ripped T shirt on.

I’ve tried wearing clothes around the house. Since we’re in the bedroom most of the time, my jeans tend to scrunch up the comforter. It’s not as easy to move around. It’s warmer in the bedroom so I usually need to shed clothes. I’m down to a T shirt and undies before long anyway.

Lion has said he likes when I wear clothes and he’s naked. I guess it shows that I’m more dominant. I’ve never donned any leather or lace and I can’t imagine doing so. I assume one or the other would be more of a turn on for him. Maybe not. He tends to like women with no make up who are outdoorsy. Maybe my ripped T shirts do it for him. [Lion — They do!]

The point is, I dress how I dress because it’s convenient for me. I’ve gotten used to Lion being naked and my being half naked. It works for us.

As Mrs. Lion wrote, we’re snowed in. This is an amazing event. Most years we don’t get any snow at all, and when we do it’s two or 3 inches. In the more-than-10 years we’ve been living here I can only remember a few small snowfalls. Since there are almost no snowplows, we will have to wait until nature takes its course and the snow melts enough to let us get out. Fortunately, we both have four-wheel-drive vehicles.

Meanwhile back in the lion’s den, Mrs. Lion is making me wear diapers today (Saturday). As usual, I have to wear a wet diaper until it’s time to pee again and then change just in time to wet the new one. I am sitting in a wet, heavy pair of adult incontinence underwear. Yuck.

I should learn to keep my mouth shut. This morning, I reminded Mrs. Lion that she said she would be locking me up. As she wrote yesterday, she doesn’t want to appear to be doing something just because I told her. Her solution is to substitute a wet diaper for my locking cock ring or Jail Bird.

I wonder if Mrs. Lion’s newfound interest in diapering me and making me wear frilly panties is a sign that she’s feeling better. I hope so. Both of these activities have been dormant about a year. I can’t say that I missed them. Of course Mrs. Lion knows that I don’t particularly like wearing women’s underwear or diapers. It’s true that I originally suggested making me wear these things. It’s also true that when she does, I feel her power.

Does this make me crazy? When I’m not sitting in a wet diaper, I sometimes miss that Mrs. Lion doesn’t put me in one more often. The same is true of panties. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to be more horny tonight because of my diaper day. I’m going to be spanked tonight (Remember, I’m writing this on Saturday) because I spilled gravy on my shirt Friday night. Today, after all, is punishment day. And yes, I reminded Mrs. Lion of that.

It may be that Lioness 3.0 has emerged once again. If she has, I’m going to have sore buns much more often. 3.0 has no mercy enforcing her rules. It could be that February is Bruised Lion Month. Sadly, March is when I get the surgery that will put us out of business for several weeks.

I’m really glad that 3.0 has returned. This is a really good time for me to remember the important things. It’s entirely too easy for me to focus on the loss of sensation in my fingers and poor balance. Both conditions should be cured by the operation. In the meantime, I can’t button my shirts. It’s hard to tie my shoes. And, I drop things. I was clumsy enough before this problem. Now it’s just ridiculous.

I’m very grateful that Mrs. Lion is working so hard to help me keep things normal. I guess in our case keeping things normal means sitting in wet diapers and going out in frilly panties.

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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.