Wookies on Parade
We got tickets to see the new Star Wars movie. Lion has only seen the first Star Wars movie and I’ve seen the first three. We’re not really Star Wars fans but we have tickets.
I warned Lion that there will probably be people dressed as the characters. People get very excited about these films. He was surprised. Why would people do that? I told him to think “The Big Bang Theory.” Star Wars isn’t just for nerds. At the very least, people will have Star Wars shirts on and maybe even light sabers.
When I warned him about people in character I was trying to head off his comments. He likes to remark how ridiculous people look. Seeing Han Solo walk past would certainly elicit a comment. And it would probably receive a comment in return. When Lion says people are weird I remind him that we do some weird stuff too so we’re in no position to judge.
This morning I suggested that Lion might not get his optimal seating since the theater will probably be packed. He agreed with me. Then I told him just to be sure he’s on his best behavior, I want him to wear panties to the movies. I also said I’d be watching for opportunities to correct his behavior afterward. And just think, he’ll be wearing something the Han Solos in the crowd would think is weird!
My reasoning for his wearing panties was that the training collar would pinch him and be less comfortable. He wasn’t sure it would be. If I had to zap him it would. And I’m fairly certain he’d say something that required a zap or two. Sometimes he can’t help himself. Not a problem. That’s what I’m here for.
Still Consensual?
I worked from home yesterday. A repairman came to fix an appliance. I had physical therapy and an appointment with the surgeon. I no longer have to go to physical therapy regularly. I just have to come in every couple of weeks for monitoring. I’ll have to do strength exercises at home. I have my range of motion back and am mostly pain free.
This is a gigantic weight off my mind. It’s been a tough eight months since the surgery. I’ve never been through anything like this before. Now I’m officially back. It’s true that I won’t be able to lift much with my right hand. The surgeon told me that it will be next May before I can handle any lifting over a few pounds.
I have no more excuses to break rules. The paddle and punishment stool are back for keeps. My attitude toward their use has changed. I’m not aroused at the thought of spanking and other punishments. In the past, it was very erotic to think about them. Now, they are just something to avoid.
This change is most likely temporary. However, I think it is possible that this is good for us. About a week ago, Mrs. Lion spanked me for spilling food. We both reported how “pissed” I looked. It was because I genuinely didn’t want to be spanked. I don’t ever remember feeling this way. I was being punished and I hated the prospect.
Does this new allergy to punishment mean that Mrs. Lion no longer has my consent to beat me? I’ve given that serious thought. She’s doing all this stuff because she knows I want it. Now we have to go deeper into what “want” means.
All these feelings are mine alone. Mrs. Lion is doing a great job being consistent with me. She’s doing exactly what we discussed so often in the past. I’m getting what I want.
I don’t want to be the object of the trite “Be careful what you wish for…” saying. I don’t believe that my feelings about punishment are regret for setting these relationship changes in motion. It really isn’t.
Maybe the change is my contribution to the new balance in our relationship. I’m separating erotic fun from serious discipline. I never thought that would happen. I figured that I would always present my butt with some erotic anticipation. I would stay sexually charged until the pain of the spanking drove those ideas from my head. That’s how it used to work.
No more.
I know exactly how miserable I will feel when spanked. There’s no erotic component. I got angry because I put myself in the situation. I had absolutely no interest in being spanked and even less about sitting on the punishment stool. I was angry that I was sloppy when eating. During the punishment and long afterward (now), I am committed to not breaking that rule.
I suspect that my fear will diminish and I will get sloppy about a rule. When I do, I’ll be pissed again. Mrs. Lion will pay no attention, and she will punish me severely.
Oh, by the way, Mrs. Lion still has my consent. She’s doing the right thing. Indeed, I am getting what I wished for. I’m not being asked how I feel about it.
My role is to learn at the cost of my bottom. The more severe the punishment. the longer the beating goes on, the less likely I will be a repeat offender in the near future. Repeated offenses will earn more pain, a lot more pain. Poor Lion.
Ginger
Lion worked from home yesterday. He said he was freezing all day. He’s been wearing a sweatshirt around the house. I know he hates the sweatpants we got him to wear when he couldn’t wear a belt or suspenders after his surgery but I think he should be able to wear them around the house when it’s cold like it has been for the past week or so. Yes, there is a rule that he has to be naked in the house but I’m not heartless. Unless he considers making him wear the evil sweatpants being heartless.
By the time we snuggled he was nice and warm. He warmed me up. We didn’t play though. We were both tired. And snuggling is nice all by itself. At bedtime, however, Lion said he might be getting horny. It looks like we have plans for tonight!
If I remember, and Lion can help remind me, I could use some ginger on him. We go to the trouble of buying ginger and then we both forget it’s there. I’m sure Lion would rather have ginger in his ass than menthol (or worse) on his balls. The other day he wondered why I always put the menthol on his perineum where it hurts more. I told him I could put it on his ass if he’d rather. Nope. He didn’t. The reason I didn’t put it on his balls on Saturday was because I’d just shaved his balls and I’d nicked a few spots. The menthol would have been even worse if it hit those spots so I avoided the entire area. Sometimes I’m nice to him. [Lion – For the record, Mrs. Lion used a capsaicin rub on me; not menthol.]
For the record, I didn’t notice any difference in Lion’s erections on Saturday or Sunday. I do love when he’s super hard. I don’t know if he was and it didn’t register with me or what happened. I was just happy to be sucking him I guess. Then I got the bonus ejaculate. Yum!
I Confess
I’ve mentioned that I am able to purchase inexpensive boner pills (generic Viagra from my local pharmacy). Yes, my doctor prescribed them. It’s a very benign drug. The effect it has on me is surprising. Contrary to common belief, it doesn’t do a thing about making me horny. In fact, even when Mrs. Lion plays with my penis, it takes just as long to get hard on the drug as it does off of it. Initially, I started to believe it didn’t work. But it does.
Its effect is subtle. My erections are firmer. Mrs. Lion loves that. It’s not that I was only partially erect before. But with the drug, the additional blood flow is noticeable. It feels different to me. I love that. The reason in my case that it is so helpful is that I take blood pressure meds. They keep my blood pressure at a very healthy level. The side effect of my lower blood pressure is less inflation power for my penis. Without raising my blood pressure, the generic Viagra helps me get harder and stay that way longer.
I don’t know if the drug helped, but my recent ruined orgasm experience was completely different from others in the past. I had taken my boner pills before each sling session. I didn’t tell Mrs. Lion because I wanted to see if she noticed any changes in me. If she did, she didn’t say. Anyway, it’s clear to me that while the pills don’t make me any easier to arouse, they do make getting hard easier.
On Saturday, Mrs. Lion gave me a ruined orgasm. It felt and acted the same way they always have. Though I felt I might be able to get hard again and perhaps have another orgasm. Mrs. Lion didn’t try that. Of course, that was fine with me. On Sunday, I was back in the sling. Surprisingly, it was easy to get me hard again.
After a long anal session with the new, very large (2″ diameter) dildo, Mrs. Lion edged me a few times. Let me stop here. The day after any kind of orgasm, ruined or otherwise, I am not very responsive to efforts to edge me. This time I was hot and bothered and at the edge with the same level of enthusiasm as the day before.
Finally, Mrs. Lion gave me a great oral orgasm. That surprised me. I produced a good amount of semen. That’s another thing that doesn’t usually happen within a few days of ejaculating.
I wonder if the reason Sunday was so successful had nothing to do with the drug. Maybe the strong, anal stimulation got my prostate going. I wasn’t feeling very aroused while she was pegging me. I never do. But maybe the stimulation recharged my fluids. Sure, the pills helped with the erection, but I haven’t heard that they do anything other than improve penis blood flow.
Maybe the anal activity was arousing in a different way that didn’t need an erection. It was uncomfortable. I didn’t like it part of the time. But maybe the deeper, submissive sexual needs were aroused. There’s nothing more sexually submissive for me than pegging. It’s a classic violation of my body. Like bondage, that’s a bit turn on for me, even if I don’t get hard.
So there I was, restrained in the sling, fully exposed and helpless. A large dildo was being forced in and out of my ass. Just thinking about that is getting me aroused now. Could it be that the sexual connection with my anus responds to painful stimulus? It makes sense that it does. The strange part of this is that my normal display of sexual arousal just doesn’t happen during pegging. But, the pegging seems to have a positive effect on subsequent sexual activity.
Or, maybe it is a combination of chemicals and anal play. I don’t know. But I like it.
