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.”
Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop
Saturday morning and into the afternoon were spent running errands. As she mentioned in her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion ordered me an iPad Air 2. She had planned on taking me to Costco and zapping me with the shock collar if I objected to the purchase. However, on Friday night she found the iPad at a better price online. So I went to Costco shock-collar free. However, that didn’t keep me out of trouble. At Costco I interrupted Mrs. Lion. She took a penny out of her pocket and told me it was going in my lion bank. We had lunch at Burger King and I got a bit of ketchup on my sleeve. Another penny announcement from the lioness. When I asked what the pennies meant in terms of my bottom, she said that she hadn’t decided. Whatever her decision, I know I won’t like the outcome.
I am writing this late on Saturday afternoon. So far there has been no indication of when or if we will play. In anticipation of the anal training I am going to get, I ordered some Fleet® enemas from Amazon. They aren’t for play. We discovered that a good clean out makes anal activity much more comfortable for me and neater for Mrs. Lion. Years ago, we learned this little trick when we were doing a lot of anal play. It’s not uncomfortable for me and does improve the experience, particularly if pegging with a longer dildo is involved.
While we were at the grocery store I asked if we could look over the selection of heat rubs. Mrs. Lion had bought a gel to use on my balls that contained 3-percent menthol. That number seemed low to me and I wanted to see if I was correct. It turns out I was. The average rub, like Ben Gay®, contained at least 7 percent. I found a bottle of Flexall® maximum strength that contains 16 percent menthol. I put it in our shopping basket. Before you start saying I am stupid for making things worse for myself, bear in mind that I truly want to give Lioness 2.0 the best tools she can have. The purpose of the rub is to make my balls feel like they are on fire. Yes, the 3 percent rub would have really heated me up, but wouldn’t provide her the ability to really make me suffer if she wants. I want her to have that control. And yes, I will regret putting that chemical blow torch into her hands. But, like spanking, I will hate it when she does it, and I will be very happy she is willing to do it after the burn wears off.
I created a new section on this site for Sensation Play. The first article, Hot Stuff, is there now. It is the kind of information I gave Mrs. Lion. I think it only fair that she has all the information she needs to make the decisions about how she wants to play with me. I will be adding more sections from time to time.
So here I am late Saturday afternoon waiting for the other shoe to drop. I have the shock collar on, Mrs. Lion told me to allow me to see how well my latest fit adjustment works. It works well. The contacts are firmly touching under my balls. I think the remote is in our bedroom and she is down in her office, so I am safe from that for now. I haven’t been asked to apply the enema yet. I have no idea what or when she plans to go into action. The weekend isn’t even half over yet. That shoe will fall. I’m sure of that.
The First Shoe Dropped
[Saturday 11PM] This evening after dinner and my shower, Mrs. Lion took off my cage and told me to roll over on my stomach. She then took some peppermint oil and used it to lube a butt plug and began inserting it where the sun doesn’t shine. She didn’t put it in far. I could feel warmth from the plug. She then decided to use a finger instead and applied more peppermint oil as deep as she could reach. It made things warm but not too uncomfortable. It was less intense than when she figged me with fresh, peeled ginger root.
After doing that for a while, she had me roll on to my back. She used the restraints attached to the headboard to secure my wrists. She then applied some of her mild (3% menthol) rub in a wide stripe down my balls. I felt a mild burning sensation. She asked how it felt and I told her. So she applied more. It was fairly intense but not as bad as the expired rub she had used last weekend. Being the sweet lioness she is, she used a wet washcloth to remove it. For some reason the washcloth just spread the heat. Did she know that would happen?
Once I was “clean” she edged me a few times and back into my cage I went. She said that on Sunday I would be in the sling again and she would try the serious (16% menthol) rub. I guess my balls will get a bright red racing stripe and I will have a very bad time. She may also resume my anal training. This time I will use an enema first to assure a clear path for her visit. Lioness 2.0 is keeping things interesting here in the lions’ den.
