It’s Mine. All Mine

This morning I teased Lion about how horny he’s been. I said maybe it had something to do with all the people touching my weenie during his operation and stent removal when I’m supposed to be the only one touching it. May be my weenie was reacting to some “strange”. I’m just interested to see if he’s as horny after his orgasm yesterday.

Of course, I don’t really think my weenie was affected by other people touching him. I suppose it could be an unconscious occurrence but I doubt it. Lion was under anesthesia for the kidney stone removal and when he had the stent removed he didn’t report any erection to me. And weenies don’t really have minds of their own despite some evidence to the contrary.

Lion has been super horny before but that usually translates to a harder erection and possibly more urgency to have an orgasm. He does not usually have a hair trigger until he’s been edged over and over again. Even after a lengthy play session I still have work to do. This time around I almost didn’t have to be in the room. It was yet another side of Lion. He’s just full of surprises.

He did have to wait a while for this orgasm. In all fairness, he wasn’t consumed with sex while he was battling the kidney stone. But I decided to make him wait so we’d have time to play before he got to come. Most weekends I screw it up by giving him an orgasm Friday or Saturday and then he’s not ready for another one. We miss out on Sunday play.

I don’t have any plans on how long the next wait should be. I want to see how horny Lion gets. I also want to get back to the Box O’Fun (which may very well determine how horny Lion gets). I’m sure Lion is looking forward to choosing the card that puts tiny clothespins on my weenie.

I Come Back For More

My 2018 scorecard. Click image to enlarge.

After I completed my post yesterday, I asked Mrs. Lion for her comments and reaction. She agreed on my reporting but commented that I made too much of what she felt was a small thing. That thing was her changed behavior during BDSM play. When we played with clothespins, instead of putting them all over my balls where they hurt a bit but are arousing, she clamped them on areas near the penis where she knows it’s pure pain. (I have no idea how she knew that)

More significantly to me, when I complained she continued on and disregarded my reaction. She didn’t think that was a very significant change.

It was for me.

She plays with me because she knows I need it. And, her reasoning has always been that because she is doing this for me, it should be something I “like”. She has also applied that principle to making me wait for ejaculation.

I can’t argue with her logic. There are things she has always done that turn me on, but I hate. Icy Hot on my balls is one. Velcro tightly attached to my soft penis and then allowed to “choke” it when she makes it hard is another. But, complaining notwithstanding, it is sexual fun for me. Sounds ideal.

There’s only one problem in my mind: I’m actually in control.

Enforced chastity, FLRD, and our BDSM play has always been a service my lioness delivers for me. What happened on Saturday night was profound because the “service” changed its nature. The change may seem subtle to her, but for me it’s nuclear.

I was happy she was going to use clothespins. It gets me very hot when she does. Here’s a picture of the last “classic” session. You can see the conflict of pain (my face) and my enjoyment (erection). That’s what I expected Saturday0. When that first clothespin when on, I said,

“Ouch! That really hurts.”

Mrs. Lion paused a bit and then removed it. She put it back very close to where it was before. I complained again. She was silent. Then, slowly, she put on a few more in equally painful spots. Not one went on my balls.

I wondered if she realized she was really hurting me. Later, I asked her. She said that she knew. Mrs. Lion is a lioness of few words on the subject of Lion torture. I commented that this was a “first”. She agreed. There were so many things I wanted to discuss. I’ve learned not to try. The edging that followed was amazing. She’s overcome my so-called hair trigger.  I asked her to lock me up as soon after I calmed down as possible. You know why.

I’ve been really horny since then. This is unusual. I may be easily aroused when I’ve had to wait and I’ve received regular teasing. Between teasing sessions, sex isn’t on my mind too much. This time, all I can think about is being masturbated by Mrs. Lion. I asked her when we will play today. She didn’t know. I asked for some warning so I can take boner pills. She agreed she would.

The reason Saturday’s play affected me so profoundly is that even though she was doing what I asked, she took it further than I wanted. She made it clear that she is in control. Another example of this is spanking. I frequently get hard thinking about being spanked. For the first minute or two of a spanking, I am aroused by the activity. As the intensity grows, I want to be somewhere else. I hate the beating. But yet, I come back again the next time she wants to spank me. I know I will hate it; but I return.

This is the same as the clothespins. Even though I know the outcome will not be something I enjoy, I’m aroused by the idea of her doing things to me. I try as hard as I can to shape the activity. For example, I react strongly even to the mention of the tiny, dollhouse clothespins. I’m generally effective in convincing Mrs. Lion to put them away. I also try to limit how much Icy Hot ends up on my balls and perineum. I’ve been pretty successful in limiting my discomfort.

If Mrs. Lion has decided to up the intensity, I imagine that I won’t be as successful keeping her ministrations inside my comfort zone. I will hate it at the time, but I know I will always come back for more. It’s what I really want. Crazy Lion!

Yesterday afternoon, as promised, we played. I was blindfolded and my balls were tied tightly. That was followed by more clothespins, this time on my perineum. Then I got a surprise. Instead of a blow job, Mrs. Lion climbed on and did some reverse cowgirl lion riding. She had teased me so much that I lasted just a few seconds. She was surprised. I was too, but it felt great. It was my first vaginal orgasm since mid-2016.

A little while later, I showered (no cage!) and was locked up again.

What Time?

dollhouse clothespins on penis head

Lion’s fate today? Only I know.

This morning Lion posed a fairly innocuous question: what time do I plan on playing with him? Hmmm…

He assumes I have a plan.

And a time.


But I know he wasn’t asking for details. He was wondering because he wants to make sure his boner pills are operational within the correct time frame. It’s a valid request. I just hadn’t thought about it at that point.

While I was feeding the animals I was running down the list of things that need to be done around here. Although it’s been sunny and dry for a few days, I’m not going to mow the lawn. It will wipe me out and I won’t have any energy for playing. The other chores are not so labor intensive. With that in mind I’m shooting for 3 pm. It doesn’t have to be right on the nose. I just need to give Lion a window to aim for. It takes X time for the pill to kick in and it lasts for Y time, so he’ll take it at Z pm.

Now, on to what actual plans I have for him. I was thinking about that last night as I was edging him. At that point I wasn’t sure of anything other than a blindfold. And if I use a blindfold it would be stupid of me to give away the rest of the plan because then Lion would know what to expect. The blindfold allows for the element of surprise. Menthol rub. Surprise! Ball bondage. Surprise! Tiny clothespins. Surprise! Did I give anything away? He’ll have to wait and not see. [Lion — Not that I can tell.]

The one thing Lion can be assured of is that he will have a happy ending. An oral happy ending. I have to improve my statistics. He may or may not be wearing the blindfold at that point. I haven’t decided, but I doubt he’ll care one way or the other once I start the oral ministrations.

The New Mrs. Lion

clothespins on lion

This was a few weeks ago. Mrs. Lion placed lots of clothespins on my balls and nipples. It was uncomfortable but arousing. Last night was nothing like this.

Last night we played. Mrs. Lion unlocked me and took out her clothespins. I like clothespin play. She covers my balls with them. They hurt a little and it is exciting when she pulls them. It’s very hot fun. But last night was different. She only put a few clothespins on me. They weren’t on my balls. She carefully placed each one in a spot near the base of my cock where it really hurt.

When she put the first one on, I yelped. She asked if that spot hurt. I said yes. So she moved it about 1/4 inch to a spot that hurt just as much. Then she found other spots that were truly painful. All the way she edged me. I was rock hard and hurting. She’s never done anything like this before. Play has always been to arouse and tease me. She never challenged me with things she knew would hurt.

I asked her about it afterward. She didn’t say much. I asked if she knew it was really going to hurt. She did. I commented that she changed. She quietly agreed. It will be interesting and painful to see where she is going with this.

Today is the day that Mrs. Lion promised me an orgasm. I’ve been anticipating it anxiously. She wondered how I felt about knowing in advance when I would finally get to ejaculate. This is much more interesting than not knowing when. I wondered if knowing would change how I felt when being edged. It doesn’t. There’s a point when I forget everything except how wonderful Mrs. Lion’s hand feels on her weenie.

The fact that my hand can’t get near it also amplifies the level of pleasure as well. I can’t explain it, but when the only hand that touches my penis is hers, my focus changes. Of course, I may not get to come today. If I do something that displeases her, I may have more time to wait. That’s the power of an announced orgasm day. The power is reinforced by the fact that I am securely locked in a chastity device.

We’ve been writing about my notion of erection control vs orgasm denial. Mrs. Lion apparently doesn’t mind if I get hard as long as I don’t ejaculate. I understand that. I think that it’s less erection control than inability to touch. I can’t help it if I get an erection at times. All guys do. But, if I learn never to touch her weenie, that changes the entire ballgame for me.

From when I would sneak my hand into my diaper as a baby to the present, I enjoy touching my penis. I think most guys do. Of course, I prefer Mrs. Lion’s hand to mine, but being able to “check things out” down there is comforting. Stricter lockup in the chastity device keeps my hands away.

I suspect that part of my more reactive response to Mrs. Lion’s hands is due to the touch deprivation being locked all the time creates. It also may have to do with the boner pills (generic Viagra – sidenafil) I’ve been taking; though they aren’t supposed to affect arousal, just make me harder. They work wonderfully in that area. Mrs. Lion loves the extra stiffness. I do too. Now that I can’t touch, I can still definitely feel the extra “stretch”. It’s great.

Today is the 15th day since my last orgasm. That’s a lot for me. Today promises to be exciting in the BDSM department as well. An all-around, boner day.

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