Floppy Implement Weekend
On the way to work this morning I was thinking about the tawse I used on Lion last night. I don’t like it. There’s nothing wrong with the quality. It’s well made and it does deliver a mean message. The problem is with me.
First of all, it’s too long. I choke up on it past the handle to make it more manageable. I’m sure I could get used to it, but for now I’m trying to have a little more control over where those tails land. When Lion was “training” me how to use different implements, he made it seem like he would be irreparably damaged if the cane hit anywhere but that sweet spot right there, or if the flogger wrapped around him. From pictures and videos I’ve seen since then, it seems thighs, the back, sides, anywhere is fair game. However, I still try to stay within the confines he set forth all those years ago.
Second, I like knowing where I’m hitting. I know Lion won’t shrivel up and die if I miss my mark, but if I’m aiming for that spot and I wind up way over there I’m not happy. Lion isn’t either, but that’s besides the point. I think that’s why I usually stick to paddles. I’m pretty sure that solid thing is going to land where I want it to land. Floppy things like floggers and straps seem to have minds of their own. I aim there and they wind up somewhere else.
There is a “cure” for this. I can get a tawse/strap/flogger that’s the correct length, for starters. I do have smaller floggers, but they are not as heavy and must feel like a mosquito landing on Lion. The other thing I can do is keep practicing. So what if I land the occasional errant hit. Lion’s got a tough butt. He can take it. Practice makes perfect. Maybe we need a floppy implement weekend. I’ll have to pencil Lion in.
[Lion – I think we can fix this. My thighs and butt are open territory. I will help Mrs. Lion with technique. “Choking up” on a tawse isn’t a good idea. I think that I have to be in a different location. There has to be enough room for a full swing.”]
Curiosity May Kill The (Big) Cat
I’m writing this after dinner on Wednesday. Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday promised some potentially difficult activities for me. I have to admit I am a little worried about being strapped with her new tawse. Purchasing it from The English Cane Company was both a great discovery of a very rare implement and the source of a new friend. The tawse is a Scottish punishment implement that has a long history and is used to this day. I spent a lot of time trying to find one of good quality. The English Cane Company is the only source I could find and the quality is excellent.
Well, as usual, I am the engineer of my own demise. Aside from my interest in exotic spanking toys, I am insatiably curious about how things feel. The tawse is no exception. Mrs. Lion has promised to use it on me during a maintenance spanking. She also promises not to hold back. The tawse I ordered is a formidable weapon. It is the heaviest and longest in the catalog. It will hurt and almost certainly mark me. I know, stop whining lion. You asked for this.
That’s true. For the record, I also asked for a mouth soaping, and corner time too. Mrs. Lion has more things I was stupid enough to suggest to try. If you wonder why I would do that, the answer is simple: I am out of my mind.
Ever since Mrs. Lion has gotten serious with her corporal punishments, I am much less interested in helping her with new tools to beat me. I don’t like the level of pain she inflicts when she punishes me. Actually, I hate it. I’m supposed to; and boy do I! So, in a little while I will taste the fruit I sowed when I ordered that extra-heavy tawse. It won’t be sweet.
I’m not sorry I’ve gotten myself into what will certainly be a world of hurt. It’s part of our evolution as a domestic discipline couple. We both agree that we want to grow into this lifestyle. We keep making slow, often-painful (for me) progress.
Wednesday Fun
Lion is wild again today. He made it the whole day at home with the plastic chastity cage on with minimal problems. When I removed it last night, there was a slight pink line where the base ring was. This happens with the Jail Bird too so I don’t think this is really a problem. However, Lion said he wasn’t sure about going to work in a cage yet.
Right now he’s being pulled in different directions. He’s working on a different project since he’s been back. He has physical therapy and a doctor’s appointment today. It wouldn’t be a good time to be messing around with a cage. When things get under control better I’ll lock him up for good. Maybe I’ll cage him for a whole weekend so he can get used to it again.
We haven’t played for a few days. The other night I figured we’d just take a night off. Last night we got caught up in watching TV. We did snuggle briefly both nights. The jealous dog can attest to that. She gets very offended when we snuggle. Tonight I’ll make a point of bringing out the Magic Wand for some Lion fun.
This morning Lion asked if 2.0 was home. I said she might be home but I’m at work. He’s wondering when she’ll show up full time. I am too. I’m trying to entice her by being stricter with Lion. Tonight might be time for maintenance swats. He mentioned the tawse we got a while ago. I know I did a very pathetic test on his but when we first got it, but I have not really hit him hard with it.
Sometimes he thinks I don’t hit very hard. He thinks I’m holding back. I haven’t been holding back. I’m probably not hitting as hard as I can, but I’m hitting as hard as I want to. I’m fairly sure my accuracy would suffer if I hit as hard as I could.I don’t think he’d like random swats on his thighs or back. Then again, he’s in no position to argue.
On The Way Back
Mrs. Lion and I have spent a lot of time talking and writing about domestic discipline (DD). It’s no secret that we are struggling with how to incorporate DD into our lives. You might wonder why we bother if it’s so difficult for us. I asked Mrs. Lion if she thought we should just give it up. I told her it would be OK if we did.
She refused. I don’t think her refusal has anything to do with a desire to continue with a kink. I believe it is recognition that we have a valid reason to be doing it. Actually, there are two main reasons: The first is that DD gives Mrs. Lion permission to express her feelings and enforce her will. This is very important to both of us. The second is that I feel closer to her when she exercises power over me. It’s that simple. So we keep talking and writing. Hopefully, we can find a way to make it work. [Mrs. Lion — I also don’t think we’ve tried long enough to give up. I’m no quitter!]
We are both in recovery mode. I’m in my seventh week since surgery. I’m at the point when it is reasonable to resume our power exchange. Yesterday morning, Mrs. Lion locked me in the Ghost custom plastic cage. This cage was nothing but trouble the first time I wore it. It was simply so rough it rubbed me raw.
After hours of sanding, it isn’t removing skin when I wear it. It’s a three-D printed device. The makers ship it just as it comes back from the printer. That means all surfaces have a sandpaper-like finish. The first time I tried wearing it, I was bright red around the base ring and the top of my penis was scraped raw after only a few hours of wear. Given how much it costs, I would think the seller would smooth the device before sending it out.
The reason I put the time in finishing the device is the fact that it is a great design and the custom fit is perfect. Anyway, after using four grades of sandpaper and a 3M scotchbrite, the cage is smooth enough to wear. I love it! However, this product puts me in an odd position in terms of s review.
If I suggest you get one, I know that when you do you will either have to slather lube on your penis and base ring forever, or smooth the device yourself. Given that the cost of the custom cage and ring is around $300 USD, it just seems wrong to send you to their site. On the other hand, this custom nylon device is the only bespoke plastic device that you can buy. Yes, there is another machine-printed cage. I have one. It doesn’t really work for me. Ok, I’ll share my source: Custom Chastity in Australia. Buyer beware.
