In keeping with our recent Box O’Fun usage, I brought it to Lion and he chose the card that called for regular clothespins. It’s important to note that there are a few different kinds of clothespins. Regular clothespins are just that. They’re wooden clothespins you can buy at many stores. Plastic clothespins are like regular clothespins but, you guessed it, the plastic version. They tend to be meaner. I don’t know if it’s because they’re plastic or because the spring is stronger. Coated clothespins are wooden clothespins with an added kick. They have no-slip tape used for stairs applied where the they pinch. It’s almost like sandpaper, except much rougher. Last, but certainly not least, are the tiny, evil, mean, dollhouse clothespins.
All these types of clothespins are used for the same purpose. I pinch different areas of Lion’s body, mostly his balls, with them and watch him squirm. Obviously, the meaner the clothespin the fewer I can use. It also depends on where I put them. I think I may have gotten three or four of the tiny bastards on Lion’s balls at one time, but no more than two on the head of his cock. No matter where I put them, they hurt like hell. Sometimes I put the regular or the coated ones on his nipples. He doesn’t like it, but I figure it’s payback for all the women he’s done it to. I know they actually liked it so maybe it’s really payback for the one time he pinched my nipple. I really hated that. [Lion — I did that in my sleep.]
So last night he chose regular clothespins. Sometimes I make him look like a porcupine. I think I got 45 clothespins on him once. I usually start with a stripe up the middle and go from there. I did that last night, but decided to keep going. I went right on up his cock almost to the head. I have put them around the base of his cock before. I don’t know what made me do the stripe all the way up last night. I guess I wanted to see what would happen. He winced. He squirmed. He wasn’t very happy with it. Well, Lion might not have been happy, but my weenie was. It always gives him away. He was standing proud and tall. “Look at me! I have clothespins on me.” Silly thing.
I had to remove the top clothespins so I could really stroke Lion. By the time I had all the clothespins off, he started to fade. I asked if he needed the clothespins back on to get harder. He suggested I move my hand up. That seemed to help but then he looked like he was fading again. I still kept at it. He was bucking a little bit and I thought he was getting there. It was getting mixed messages. He wasn’t very hard but he was bucking. I kept going.
I don’t know how long it was before he made his I’m-getting-close-to-the-edge noises, but I stopped just in time. Less than a minute later I started again. He didn’t seem to be getting anywhere, but all of a sudden he was. And then it was too late to stop. I tried but I realized it would be a ruined orgasm. We hate those so I started stroking again.
I hadn’t intended to give him an orgasm. I don’t think he waited long enough and I wanted to keep the oral orgasm streak alive. I am determined to give him more oral than hand orgasms this year. What can you do? I guess I was just a little too successful with my hand. I can’t help it. I like to get him to the edge and sometimes I get carried away. Lion now has his first June orgasm to add to the chart. I wonder how many more he’ll have?
