Numb Butt Experiment #2
If you recall, we did an experiment last Sunday. Lion numbed one butt cheek to see if I could leave a lasting impression on him. Obviously, the non-numb cheek reached its limit quicker than the numb one. In addition, Lion asked me to go back and hit the numb one as hard as I could. I selected the meat tenderizer shaped paddle and hit him more although not necessarily as hard as I could. Lion felt it for a while afterwards but nothing that would have satisfied a true masochist.
Yesterday I decided to revisit the numb butt experiment. This time I had Lion numb both cheeks. It was obvious that the non-numb cheek couldn’t take much pain last week. If I’m going to really leave a lasting impression, I need both cheeks numb. At the same time, I had Lion put on a diaper. For one thing, why wouldn’t I? Plus, it helped hold the plastic wrap around his numbing cheeks.
The rules for the diapers this time was two pees and then he could change just before the next pee. He’d always be wet. He had to be in the diapers until I told him to stop. But I digress. We were talking about the experiment.
When Lion reported his butt was ready for takeoff, I selected a paddle with a longish handle and a small, round head. I figured this would give me the best leverage and concentrate all the force to one spot. I set about whomping. This time I was hitting hard; maybe it was as hard as I could. The problem with hitting as hard as I can is that I won’t necessarily be accurate. So I guess I was hitting as hard as I could while being accurate.
After quite a few swats, Lion was starting to squirm and asking for mercy. He said if I just gave him a few minutes, he’d be ready for more. I decided to inspect the damage. Oddly, I saw four red dots. Last time I whomped him, he did get some stippling which I assumed was from the end of the paddle sliding as it hit. These dots were similar, but they were in a perfect square pattern. And there were two more lighter dots as well.
It took me a minute but I figured out it was from the previous week’s swats. The meat tenderizer paddle has raised pyramids, as you can see in the picture. The dots match the points on the pyramids. I had tenderized Lion’s butt! He’s concerned that the effects lasted so long. He thinks I did some actual damage. I’m torn between being concerned and being excited that I finally left a mark on him. Victory is mine!
I don’t think he’ll have any long term issues with the dots. Aside from his punishment swats tonight, I have no plans to whomp him for a while. Lion’s sexy buns will have time to heal. In the meantime, I declare the numb butt experiment to be a success.
Always Instantly Naked At Home
We have a rule. I’m always supposed to be naked at home. I suggested this rule many years ago. My thinking was that it made me different from Mrs. Lion. My lack of clothes symbolized my lower status. That idea was, and remains, a turn-on to me. The other reason is that my bare bottom is always available for discipline as needed. From time to time she has taken advantage of this by using the kitchen paddle to correct me for infractions on the spot.
In the beginning, fifteen years ago, Mrs. Lion would remind me to undress when I failed to be naked as soon as I got into the house. Now it is a habit and I do it automatically most of the time. I’ve noticed that more recently I remain dressed for some time after getting home. Sometimes I have a “reason”: We’re going out soon. I know I have to go outside to dump the garbage in a while. I just want to do something without taking the time to strip. I do this without asking. Maybe it’s because the rule is so old that Mrs. Lion has completely forgotten to notice infractions. It could also be that she doesn’t want me to go to the trouble of dressing again to go out. After all, it’s no big deal. Right? Wrong. In my mind it is.
My security as a disciplined male is rooted in the sure knowledge that I am to obey all rules and orders all the time. If there is an exception, I have to ask for permission. I can understand that Mrs. Lion can’t always spank me if I happen to stay dressed after getting home. But it would help me if she would tell me if she notices before I do. I think the problem is that I have room to interpret this rule. It is much better for me to get naked every time I get home as soon as I come in the door. If I have to go out again, even if it is a minute after I strip, I can dress again. It’s more trouble, but rules are rules.
Obviously,I’ve been thinking about this. The act of instantly undressing is a ritual that is symbolic of our power exchange. Even being given time to go to the bedroom to get my clothes off has proven, in my mind, to give me permission to delay this important ritual. I admit that until very recently I didn’t realize how fundamental this is to me.
What appears to be a small concession like letting me stay dressed to take out garbage or even going to the bedroom to undress, turns out to be like a small leak in a dam; it will slowly enlarge and, if left uncorrected, will cause the dam to fail. Consistent enforcement without allowing me the ability to independently make even the smallest exception reinforces my security in the power exchange.
In this case, immediate undressing with only the single exception that we have other people in the house, gives me a simple, exception-free rule. If I break the rule by forgetting to follow it, Mrs. Lion doesn’t have to paddle me then or there. She can if she thinks it will help me remember to obey. But it will be effective if she notices and tells me to fix the problem instantly. That works.
What happens if I get home first? There are two easy ways to assure I have obeyed. The first is for me to leave my underwear on my chair at our dining table. This is where I would have to undress since the door from the garage opens to the kitchen/dining room. When she gets home, she can easily see if the underwear is occupying the chair. The second is slightly more trouble. She can access the cellphone app connected to our security video camera. It’s focused on the front door and hallway to the rest of the house. The software indicates when there is motion and she can look back and make sure a naked lion came into the frame carrying his clothes. By the way, I will remember to put my underwear in the laundry after she has verified my obedience.
I’m learning a bit more about myself in terms of living in a female led relationship. This most-ancient of our rules is very instructive. Even if obedience has become habitual, my definition of what constitutes following it has devolved into something that serves convenience much more than my lioness. The answer isn’t necessarily punishment. Nor is it requiring Mrs. Lion to work harder. It seems to me that the rule needs redefinition with no room for interpretation; i.e.: undress immediately as soon as I enter the house. It needs Mrs. Lion to observe and note any failure to comply fully. No exceptions; no accommodations. It’s obvious that I need that. After reading this post, Mrs. Lion has decided to enforce the rule as I wrote in this post.
If you’ve noticed a larger-than-usual number of typos in my posts, it’s because I have changed laptops. I now have a Macbook with the Apple keyboard. I find myself hitting wrong keys because the Apple keyboard is smaller than my old, Windows model. I accidentally hit key combinations that do unpredictable things. The worst is that the cursor jumps to another place in the document. I don’t immediately see that it has happened (I type about 65 words per minute) and words and word fragments end up in odd spots in the post. My proofreading skills are not very good, so many of those errors end up published. I’m trying to do better. Hopefully, I will adjust to the Apple keyboard soon.
Fizzled Out
Our storm took a turn to the west so we wound up with almost no wind, just rain. I’m not complaining at all. I’d much rather be prepared for the worst and have nothing happen. Now we have less to do for the next storm which usually blows through in a month or so.
Since we could get out yesterday morning, we grabbed things from the store and then came home to wait for the wind. We hurried to do laundry in case the power went out. Lion worked on his new shock collar so we could put Velcro on it. Well, so I could put Velcro on it. Every time I sat down from putting laundry in the washer or moving it from washer to dryer, Lion said the collar was ready when I was. Hint, hint. Are we going to play like you said? Hint, hint. So I’d get up and sew the Velcro on his shock collar or move laundry from washer to dryer or whatever other chore we thought of. I had to pair the shock collar with my phone; then with my iPad. All the running up and down stairs, combined with the late airport run, had me sort of wiped out. My knee was starting to hurt and I just wanted to sit down. Time to fold the laundry.
Finally Lion went to take a shower and then make dinner. Between all the chores, we didn’t play like I said we probably would. I’d envisioned a yucky, windy, rainy day with no power and nothing to do but play. Instead I was running from the time we got up. Whenever I sat down, I’d grab my iPad. That’s how I relax. Not that I got much time to relax. I thought anyone would see there was not going to be an afternoon of play when we’re sewing and doing laundry, etc. I’m not saying Lion was being unreasonable. He was going by what I said, which is that we’d have nothing to do but play when the storm came and the power was out. Even if I say maybe, he expects to play. I can’t really fault him for that. He’s a big kid. Dangle a “maybe we’ll go to the circus” in front of him and we’re doing it. Hands down. Hundred percent. No doubt.
I did wind up edging him last night. He was horny the second he hit the door on Friday night/Saturday morning. We snuggled while we watched a movie and then paused it when things heated up. I told him he had two weeks to wait. He corrected me that it’s a week and six days. I told him he’d been waiting a week already. He corrected me that it was six days. Not that he’s counting, of course. He’s just a horny boy who really wanted to come last night. What will he be like today when we really get a chance to play? All the chores are done. Now there’s no reason he can’t have a numb butt and lots of swats today.
Incidentally, Lion seems to have forgotten his manners while he was away. He’s eaten before me twice and interrupted several times. And he’s only been home for about 36 hours. Luckily, I have a good way to remind him.
Use Your Smartphone For Male Control
Over a year ago I wrote about using a dog training collar for male control. The device, a small pet training collar by Pet Safe works well. We had to modify the collar part to secure it under my balls. The device came with a small remote control that looks like a miniature TIVO. It works effectively. Depending on how Mrs. Lion sets it, I will jump or even jump and yelp.
We almost never use it. It requires Mrs. Lion to tell me to put it on and then carry the remote everywhere she goes. I think she forgets to use it. After all it isn’t on the top of her mind. Or, for that matter, mine.
Since I first proposed this form of correction, the only positive feedback I’ve received came from males. Women don’t seem to be attracted to it. To be honest, the idea of correcting me isn’t appealing to Mrs. Lion. She does it because it supports our female led relationship. I don’t think she has any particular aversion to the collar as a form of correction, but it does require her to remember to use it and with the old collar, have the remote at hand.
What if we no longer needed the remote control? What if Mrs. Lion’s iPhone or iPad could control the collar. She always has one or both with her, even in the house. That leaves the problem of making sure that the collar is firmly nestled under my balls. That should be easy to solve. All we need is a rule. If I am to wear the collar when we are together, then if I forget she can correct me the old fashioned way; with her paddle. I’ll learn to put it on at the directed times.
The male side of using a shock collar for correction is training him to wear it at appropriate times. The disciplining wife side is now simple too. She just has to click on the icon for the app and then zap him. This is contingent on the device being comfortable to wear. We modified the other collar successfully. This one should be easier.
This device generates a single pulse every half second or so as long as Mrs. Lion has her finger on the button. It’s very different from the small dog training collar we used in the past. The pulses are more powerful as well. Set on “1” it is a very noticeable, but not very serious jolt. It’s enough to get my attention. Set higher, it definitely reflects Mrs. Lion’s feelings about what I did. Since it is a single pulse, it is more like a quick slap than anything else. It is very effective.
The big question is, why use this at all? The training collar works by sending static electric pulses through two contacts on the device. These pulses are harmless. The sensation varies from a mild vibration to a strong jolt depending on the setting Mrs. Lion selects. The pulses continue until she releases the button. Safety features in the collar prevent the duration from going more than a few seconds. The odd thing about this form of correction is that there is no after effect. When the stimulation stops, there is no further sensation.
If you are the disciplining woman, note that this is correction, not punishment in the classic sense. The sensation is uncomfortable and the duration is very brief. So, let’s say Mrs. Lion and I are in a restaurant. I forget and eat first. A two second touch of the button on the phone app will correct me then and there. This is behavior modification at its best.
When I first heard about using a shock collar in 2014, it seemed like a hot, sexy form of control. I didn’t see it as a serious tool for training. The main reasons were the need for the remote control and the difficult battery changes. The old unit uses watch batteries. To put new ones in the collar, tiny screws had to be removed before changing those little, expensive batteries. The same kind of batteries power the remote. It was a lot of trouble. The Smart Dog Trainer uses built-in rechargeable batteries. It’s very easy to recharge. The phone app indicates current battery reserves, so the disciplining wife can assure her male has kept his collar fully charged and ready to zap him.
Like every other component of domestic discipline, both partners have to develop new habits to include the collar. That takes a lot of time. Mrs. Lion has begun to truly internalize observing my behavior and responding with punishment when needed. We’ve never used the shock collar for actual correction. It’s been more of a D/S toy. I suspect it will remain that way for some time. However, if I have to wear the collar when we are together (the range is about 200 feet), then she can not only have more opportunities for playful zaps, but can use it for instant correction if she remembers it’s available.
The beauty of this device is that it isn’t dangerous. It has no lasting effects, and most important of all, it’s impossible to ignore. It doesn’t hurt that the stimulation is applied at the most sensitive area of male anatomy. Most significantly for me, at least, is that I can’t prevent or stop it. I can’t take it off without pulling my pants and underpants down and then fiddling with the Velcro.
No one but both of you will know it is there. Only you will know what is happening when a correction is applied. That’s why it can be used for public play as well as correction. Since the intensity of the zap is adjustable on the phone, she can administer milder zaps for play and then turn up the intensity when a true correction is needed. All she has to do is remember to take out her phone and use it.
