Dick Pics
A surprisingly large number of men like to send dick pics on various messaging services. Some send them uninvited. This, of course, is sexual harassment. I’ve published pictures of mine as part of posts in the Journal. My motives are mixed. Principally, I wanted to illustrate the topic of the post. But I admit that there was also a little tingle of humiliation generated by this intimate exposure. Recent examples are here, here, and here.
I could have written the posts without the self-revealing images. I didn’t imagine they would turn anyone on. In my defense, these intimate images illustrated the points I wanted to make. But I also felt a sense of exposure and humiliation by publishing them. As I’ve written before, I like those sensations.
A bit more confusing are the reasons that social media abound with guys publishing images of their own or other men’s penises. These are relatively safe places for such exposure. The question I ask myself is: Why do men want to display male sex organs? Wouldn’t straight men want to expose female genitalia? After all, aren’t female sexy parts what turn us on?
I have no interest in sexual activities with other men, even as part of a humiliation scene. In the past at play parties, naked men were present doing BDSM activities as bottoms. I enjoyed watching the play. It was also cool to see a dominant woman jerking her bottom off. It wasn’t arousing in the sense that his penis turned me on. But it was arousing when I thought of myself in his position. When I bottomed, I actually ended up in that very situation with my top making me come in full view of anyone who cared to watch as the end of almost every scene.
Perhaps penis pics are part of a similar fantasy. I’m pretty sure that a lot of porn fits this model. The guys watching it don’t feel attracted to the male in the videos. I think they see themselves in his position and find that arousing. I get that. But why publish pictures of your own penis?
The pictures I have used on the blog are of my flaccid penis. It’s not impressive in any way. I’m not saying my erections would make spectacular viewing; far from it. My feelings about posting those genital exposures don’t include any thought about how the viewer will react. It’s more like the feeling I got when I found myself tied down at a play party and jerked off with no regard of who was watching my show. It was a safe place where this activity is permitted and encouraged.
However, after I ejaculated and got dressed, I had to socialize with people who might have watched me orgasm. All those viewers were fully dressed while they watched. Some of them would joke about the scene. I invariably blushed when they did. In my case, exposure brought a strong feeling of vulnerability and humiliation. That turned me on. Of course, I knew it was a safe place and watchers knew in advance what they would see. I would never want to do this in front of people who didn’t agree to be exposed to sexual activity.
Publishing intimate pictures here is very much the same as being naked at a BDSM party. Our readers know this is a blog that addresses male sexual issues. It is a safe place for exposure. I’ve been rethinking using my images here. While they may be acceptable in terms of the blog, do they serve any purpose? Do our readers find them offensive? Are they illustrative and useful? Are they fun to see? Does being exposed make our readers think less of me? Do our female readers find them offputting. An inquiring lion would like to know. What think you?
The 28th
Lion got me a new paddle. I know. What do we need with another paddle? This one, aside from being very pretty, is more “me” sized. Most of our other paddles were bought by Lion, for Lion. They fit him. I’m not saying I don’t fit any of them. This one was just purchased with me in mind. Lion’s butt, of course. My hand.
Naturally I had to try out the new paddle last night. It took quite a while for his buns to pink up. It’s been such a long time since he’s gotten any sort of spanking. Finally he was rosy and wriggling. He said his butt hurt for a while afterwards.
And then we moved on to edging. I’ve been getting him closer and closer to the edge lately. Last night I thought I went too far. i think Lion did too. We both held our breath for a few seconds. I’m pretty sure Lion will not lose interest as long as I’m edging him. That’s okay. The experiment can go on for a while longer. Once we get past the 22nd day it’s all cake.
Yesterday Lion said he figured he was waiting until the 28th. I countered by saying I hope he meant the 28th day and not the 28th of November. Oh, no. No, no. He meant the 28th day. But then I was thinking…Lion just had a mini panic attack…November 28 is “only” ten days after the 28th wait day. I bet Lion could make it that long.
I’m so evil for suggesting that. Of course Lion could make it. I do not want him to have to. Waiting 28 days is long enough. I’m not even sure I’ll make him wait that long. As I said, my goal is to make it past 22. I may not be as anxious as Lion is to come but I love giving him orgasms.
[Lion — If Mrs. Lion wants to wait until the 28th of November, she might as well wait until December 1st. That would not only make this my longest wait, but also the first orgasm-free month in my life.]
A Good Kind Of Hurting
Monday night we had a very exciting play session. Mrs. Lion wrote about it in her post yesterday. She used a menthol rub on my perineum (not balls). That is the most sensitive area on me. Fortunately she used an old bottle of rub which wasn’t very severe.
There is an interesting phenomenon that occurred during that session: The pain of the rub was almost totally cancelled while she played with my penis. The sexual arousal drowned out the burning from the rub. Granted, this was a very mild gel, but in a past session with a much more powerful version, the effect was the same.
Once the menthol started to burn, my arousal offset the pain as long as I was stimulated. When Mrs. Lion paused, the burn came back. When she was done edging me, the pain returned full blast. This offers some interesting play possibilities.
I also wonder if the heat rubs applied to my balls and nearby real estate can be something I learn to tolerate if exposed to them more frequently. It isn’t that the pain is reduced, but like pegging, I learn to accept it more gracefully. That might be an interesting, long-term, lioness experiment. I know that clothespins, while still just as painful as when we first used them, are much easier for me to accept.
I have no idea why this is true. I understand that sexual arousal will block other pain. After all, that’s part of the imperative to reproduce. It makes evolutionary sense. But I don’t understand why repeated painful stimulus is easier to accept even though it remains as painful each time it is applied. I know it’s true with clothespins. The jury is out on hot rubs.
Speaking of which, there are all sorts of hot rubs that range from 2% menthol to up to 5%. Then, next on the scale is capsaicin (the stuff that makes hot peppers hot). This is a completely different sensation than menthol. It is far more painful and lasts a half hour or more. You also can’t wash it off. I’ve never experienced it. We do have a stick-application capsaicin product that will probably find its way to my nether region at some point.
Then, there is a combination product (menthol and capsaicin) called Perform Atomic Heat. This baby packs a double whammy. In case you are wondering, I ordered some. Stupid Lion! So, if by some chance, I develop a tolerance to one level of heat, there are many more to advance the discomfort.
There is value in consistent use of particular stimuli. From my perspective it is a familiar-if-unwelcome sensation. That familiarity builds a perverse sort of anticipation. Increasing ability to endure and handle more feels good to me. I’m successful at accepting what Mrs. Lion gives me.
It’s not unlike waiting between orgasms. It’s familiar to me. I understand it even if I don’t particularly want it. Regular painful activities, like hot rubs and clothespins, fill a need. The waits between orgasms fill the same need in a different way.
A simplistic explanation of all this is that the act of enduring pain and withheld pleasure allows me to experience control. After all, making me do what I want to do anyway isn’t control. It’s wish fulfillment. When I’m strapped in the sling and my balls are on fire from a rub, there is no mistake who controls the situation. Mrs. Lion can happily watch me try to handle pain she inflicts with almost no effort. That part isn’t lost on me. Just a few seconds work applying the evil stuff will make me endure as much as a half hour of extreme discomfort. Talk about power!
I don’t know what is happening deep down in my psyche. I just know that Monday night’s time in the sling left me a much happier lion all day Tuesday.
Busy Lion
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.
