Lioness Anesthetic
Sunday was more than Superbowl day at our house. True to her word, Lioness 2.0 conducted a play session of great intensity. This is the second Sunday in a row that I was strapped into our sling for entertainment. As she described in her post yesterday, she first painted my big toenails with sparkly polish. For some reason, the gods were on my side, the color is extremely subtle and I can barely notice the tint. I’m glad for that. When she painted them pink, my nails were a glaring reminder of what she did. This time I can totally forget there is anything there.
2.0 is getting much more intense in her play style. She has also taught me something new about myself. As she reported, she put a quantity of Flexall on my balls and below. This is the most potent menthol rub (16% menthol). When she used that on me many years ago, I thought I would shoot through the ceiling. I whined so much that she let me go wash it off soon after being applied. This time was different.
Aside from the fact she made it clear that I would remain in the sling to “enjoy” the warmth and would not be released to run off and wash off the treatment, she also got me very aroused before she began. Her anal play that came first was accompanied by intense manual and oral stimulation. She actually got me hard and right to the edge while she was pegging me! I can’t believe I could become aroused during such an uncomfortable procedure. By the time she got to the Flexall, I was extremely aroused. That arousal blunted the burn from the rub. She would edge me and then stop. While she was waiting for me to calm down a bit, the burn would increase very quickly. It was clear that my arousal prevented me from feeling the full effects of her menthol treatment.
There was nothing subtle about the difference in sensation. Rub my penis, tolerable burn. Stop and extreme burning. I had seen a CBT demo years ago where the instructor showed that her victim could take much more stimulation, in this case she was slapping his balls, when he was hard. Our Flexall sessions proved that my pain tolerance is tied to my sexual arousal. Maybe I won’t need Novocaine at the dentist if my lioness goes with me. I’m very sure she is aware of this phenom. It’s only a matter of time until I have to fly solo without her stimulation to keep the heat down.
In an email exchange yesterday, 2.0 said that she used my state of arousal as a way of determining whether or not the pain is too heavy; sort of a weenieometer. I suggested that while the weenieometer is an accurate measure of my comfort level, it doesn’t necessarily mean that if I am soft and unable to get hard that the pain is too severe. I suggested that I can tell her and then she can decide if I am being too much of a wuss. Perhaps, more interestingly, she can use arousing me as a sort of pain volume control. She can arouse me and edge me to significantly reduce the pain, or leave me swinging in the breeze to feel the full impact of her activity.
Now that I have to wear a collar except in public, I realized that there is never a moment when I am not wearing something 2.0 requires. During the play, my collar was in place and the chastity device is off. When I shower or shave the collar is off and the device is on. In public the collar is off but the device is firmly locked in place. Mrs. Lion is far more willing to leave me unlocked after activity than I would like. Sunday, I had to ask if I could be locked up again. I know she thought it was a favor to give me some wild time. I prefer to be locked up. Go figure.
Our play sessions have raised my arousal to a new level. I wonder how I can possibly make it another week before I can come. Of course, with 2.0’s new policy, any date she gives me (except next Sunday, Valentine’s Day) is only the first date an orgasm is possible. In fact, it is unlikely I will be lucky enough to actually get one on that date.
Life is getting more interesting, and for me, more exciting.
Great Balls of Fire
We got a lot accomplished on Sunday. We already had our snacks planned for the Super Bowl. We did laundry. We cleaned the house. We fed the hummingbirds. And we played.
On one of my trips downstairs to do laundry I turned on the heater in the dungeon. Then I gave Lion his enema. The idea was that the dungeon would be warm by the time Lion was ready. Things worked out fine.
Once I had Lion in the sling, I told him I had him right where I wanted him. Spread eagle. Restrained. Now the fun could begin. He didn’t know I had the sparkly green nail polish with me. Not that he would have dared to anyway, but I was sure he couldn’t move his feet to avoid his toes being painted.
A few weeks ago we got a baby medicine syringe. We were looking for an easy way to inject lube ahead of a butt plug or dildo. I wasn’t sure it would work with a thicker lube, but it worked perfectly. Lion was able to take the entire newer dildo we bought to use with the fucking machine, even when I moved it in and out.
Then we moved on to the menthol rub. (see our new page about these rubs) I had both bottles in my hand and told Lion we were doing a test. Could he guess if I was using the old rub or the new? I put a stripe of the new stuff and he guessed it was the old. Then I put a stripe around the outer edge where the ring sits and he wasn’t sure which it was. Since there didn’t seem to be any real difference between the two, naturally I decided he could handle more. I know it takes some time for the rub to take full effect and maybe I was rushing, but I slathered the new stuff all over his balls.
Lion’s balls were on fire and at the same time I was giving him a hand job with the occasional suck. He was making faces and noises and I wasn’t sure if he was in pain or getting close to coming. Both, actually. I edged him a few more times and asked if he could still feel the heat. He said I’d probably wait until he couldn’t feel it anymore before I released him. However, I decided I’d edged him enough times and since it was the first foray with the new rub I decided he’d had enough of the heat. I let him out of the sling and told him the wash off. He wondered why I didn’t wait but didn’t argue with me.
When he was done with his shower, he said he needed the cage on because he didn’t think he could be trusted. He’s a very horny boy with seven days still to go. 2.0 definitely gets his motor running.
UHD Lioness
One of the problems people have reading a blog like this is that the entries almost always began before you may have decided to get interested in enforced chastity and FLR. So, finding the blog for the first time is a little like going to the movies and coming in halfway through. To help bridge that gap, we have a number of articles in addition to the posts. The articles are listed by topic across the top of the page. Right now we are in our third year of enforced chastity. We are in an inflection point in our growth. My high definition lioness is now ultra high definition! Our recent posts, particularly Mrs. Lion’s, have been about changes she is making in her role as disciplining wife and keyholder. Not surprisingly, these changes have a strong effect on me.
She’s written that she has changed her fundamental approach to be more proactive and consistent. She’s said her focus has moved from “why?” to “what?” She is now much more action oriented. She still insists she is doing what I want even if I don’t want what she is doing. OK, I can buy that. Over the years I’ve suggested such a wide array of lion torture techniques, it’s hard to find one I haven’t proposed at one time or another.
She’s also committed to being more consistent. That means we will pursue training on a very regular, even scheduled basis. For example, anal training has been sporadic over the last years. Apparently that is going to change. I’m glad she has resolved to do this. It’s an activity she enjoyed in the past and she will be able to see measurable progress as I take more. In her role in our Female Led Relationship (FLR), she is working on being more consistent noting and punishing infractions. She’s written about the lion penny bank. She is dropping coins in the bank for minor infractions that might otherwise be forgotten. On punishment days, she will count the change and determine the intensity and length of my spanking. This isn’t a game. The punishment is real. My leash is shortened.
The most noticeable change is that I am now wearing a collar at all times that I am not out in public. I’m learning to sleep in it. After a few difficult nights, it is not getting in the way too much for sleep. I am always aware it is there. She told me that she decided to make me wear one because of the interest I expressed in dog-type training. I asked how making me wear one now is different than what we tried a decade ago. She said that in the old days I wasn’t expected to wear it all the time. I asked if this was permanent. She said it is unless she thinks of something else. However, this collar isn’t going to be off for a very long time. It’s joining my cage as a standard part of my life.
Another change is that our play is much more intense. We are back to menthol ball rubs. In the past, when the pain got too intense, Mrs. Lion would let me rinse it off. Now, it stays on until it wears off. When the effect diminishes, she is as likely to put more on as she is to let it wear completely off. She is just as strict with anal toys, clothespins, and other play devices. She seems much more willing to restrain me and keep me restrained. If she feels sorry for me when I am in pain, she does a good job of suppressing it.
The most profound change for me is that Lioness 2.0 has little use for bonus orgasms. She has told me that she resists her impulse to give me early release. Saturday night, she was tempted and was so ready. But no. 2.0 wants me to wait. Starting with my next wait, the rules are changing. Instead of giving me a scheduled orgasm date, I will get a date that is the earliest I will get release. It is unlikely that I will come on the stated date, but it is possible. I definitely won’t cone before that date. It will make things much more uncertain, frustrating, and difficult for me. 2.0 likes that a lot. I’m changing the “Lion Stats” on the bottom of the right column of the page to support this new policy. Poor Lion.
I keep getting comments that I am getting what I asked for. It’s true. I am. Is it fun? Not at the time; nope, not then. But I have been much more horny and Mrs. Lion can get me erect very quickly. Clearly part of me loves this change. It’s no mystery why. While it can hurt so much I am almost in tears, all this stuff tells me that I am not in control. My lioness has begun taking control from me in a way I can’t deny or pretend it is because I asked her to do it.
It may be that I suggested (a long time ago) that menthol rub on my balls is something to try. I like that I get to experience it. I don’t like that it burns like hell for a long time and she enjoys seeing me feel it. She’s written that she is in inspired to do more when she sees my face. I like, not want at the time, that she will add more just because she sees my face change with the pain. I like that she wants me to know she wants me to feel that way and worse. This is a big change from Lioness 1.0.
I have no idea why I am happy at some level that the noose is tightening and what I do and how I feel is less and less under my control. I can’t hide the fact that it works for me. My erections and sexual responses belie any complaints I might offer.
Pennies From Heaven
Lion is concerned about what the pennies in his bank mean. Is it a swat per penny? Is it five swats per penny? Ten? Hard swats? Medium swats? How much trouble is he really in?
The answer is, I don’t know. I mean, if he had items on his list he wouldn’t know how many swats each was worth. How many swats would he get for interrupting versus dropping food if it was just an item on the list? He didn’t seem concerned then. [Lion – That’s not entirely correct. I would love to know, but asking gets a negative response that often results in more swats.] And I didn’t know how many swats he would get for those infractions either. As he listed them off and I decided how much he should be punished for each item, I’d decide how hard to hit for each. Or maybe it was just how many to hit for each. There is no set number or hardness for the swats. That would be boring and predictable. 2.0 is neither.
What I did suggest is that maybe, if we aren’t remembering the exact infraction, I should use a penny for small things, a nickel for more severe, and so on up to a quarter for the “your ass will be on fire for a week” items. That way I can at least remember how annoyed I was at the time I dropped that coin in the bank. Maybe pennies are for the little annoyances like dropped food or minor interruptions. I probably should have given him a quarter when he spilled vegetable oil all over the kitchen the other day. Or maybe it should have been a dime since it was an accident. Things he can control like interrupting should have more severe consequences.
In reality, it all depends on how annoyed I am in general at the time. Is the dog underfoot? Did I just get everything all set up the way I wanted it while cooking dinner and Lion waltzes in and rearranges things? Is Lion underfoot? Did he just say something that annoyed the crap out of me and he should know not to say it? If the answer is yes to any of those questions (and those are just examples) then when he interrupts or drops food, the penny could very well be a nickel or dime. And if the answer is yes to multiple questions, we’re straying into quarter territory.
So, literally, his ass depends on keeping 2.0 happy and stress-free. I always say, “Don’t poke the bear.” Perhaps I should say, “Don’t poke 2.0.”
