All it took was a three foot length of rope to “cure” Lion. I rummaged through a box until I found it yesterday. I didn’t tell Lion. He didn’t need to know until I was ready to use it.
I don’t think I got his balls tied very tightly, but it was enough to make him very hard. And he stayed hard. It still took a long time to get him to the edge. I was concerned if I “just” edged him he would lose it again. I didn’t necessarily want to give him an orgasm, but traditionally, when he’s broken, I give him an orgasm to clear the pipes. Out with the old, in with the new.
Lion was quick to point out that it had been two weeks. True. I’d been more than willing to give him an orgasm. He was the only thing standing in the way. This time, however, if it’s a few weeks, it will be my doing. I’m going to get him to the edge if it kills me.
I’m fairly sure he won’t want any attention tonight but we’ll snuggle and see how it goes. I’ll play with my weenie and the boys to see if there’s any life left in them. At the very least, we’ll be close and my ministrations will feel good. I’m going to make a real effort to be closer to Lion even if we’re not playing on any given night. Unless one of us is feeling bad enough to not want any touch, we should at least be holding hands.
I might even break out a cage and lock him up. I found my safe so I can keep the key secure. You know how Lion likes to unlock himself.
I’m glad Lion isn’t broken. I really like a hard weenie.