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In: Edging, Orgasm denial

I can’t tell you how good it was to get home last night. The dog went nuts. She couldn’t run around fast enough to show me how much she missed me. I think it was on my layover, when I was talking to Lion, he put me on speaker and she looked for me when she heard my voice. But nothing compared to the chaos of actually walking through the door. Lion tried to come out of the bedroom to greet me, but decided it was better to wait for me rather than have the dog knock him over. She wouldn’t have done it on purpose. She almost knocked me over a few times in her frenzy.

I stopped and grabbed dinner for us on the way home. I didn’t think either of us would want to cook or even figure out what to eat. Burgers and fries sounded good. It wasn’t the food that mattered. It was the company. I was tired. I’d been up since 7 am, which is 4 am west coast time. Obviously, whatever time it said on our bedroom clock, my body said it was three hours later. Despite that, I managed to make it till after 11 before we went to bed. And we woke up at 7. And then we went back to sleep again. I’m still tired but it’s more of a normal tired.

Based on Lion’s post from this morning, I’m not sure if he wants an orgasm or not. Maybe he wants an orgasm, but he doesn’t want me to tell him when he’s getting it. I was going to give him an orgasm whether he wanted it or not just to “reset” the clock. I don’t think he wants that. So what do I do? If I try to arouse him and it doesn’t work, do I just give up for the day? He seemed to like the idea of being tied to the bed, but seems to want more than that. He doesn’t want wham bam thank you ma’am. I can understand that. He also said he knows he’s a chore, which I’ve told him a million times he’s not. But if I think I’m not doing wham bam thank you ma’am and he does, we’ve gotten our signals crossed again.

I’m pretty sure he won’t tell me what he wants, except that he wants me to be in charge. I guess I’ll just do what I think I should do and see if that lines up with what he wants. Yeah. That won’t end poorly. I’m going to cross my fingers and go in with a positive attitude. We’re going to have fun. I’m going to get Lion excited, he’ll make it to the edge, and he may or may not have an orgasm. It’ll be my little secret.

[Lion — I think Mrs. Lion was very tired when she read my post from yesterday (Link). I said that a businesslike jerkoff is an expected activity. I also didn’t say I would be unhappy if I got to ejaculate tonight. I think it would be very nice. Perhaps a re-read of the post is in order.]

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In: Punishment, Spanking

The dog is playing around my desk chair. It’s Saturday morning, and we’re waiting for Mrs. Lion to return to us. Her flight from the East Coast was canceled last night. Her airline found her another flight today. Instead of a nonstop, she has to change planes in Chicago. She is just taking off now. We’ll see her in a few hours.

I think that the airlines are getting away with murder. Mrs. Lion’s nonstop flight was canceled because of “staffing trouble.” Am I supposed to be sympathetic about that? Nope. Nonstop flights are more expensive than multi-leg flights. We’re supposed to be so grateful that the airline didn’t leave Mrs. Lion stranded that we should overlook the inequities of the replacement. I’m not grateful. I’m pissed, and I’m trying to get a partial refund to cover the difference. I’ll keep you posted.

The night before Mrs. Lion left, I forgot to set up the coffee pot until well past the 5 PM deadline. Mrs. Lion didn’t mention it. That’s highly unusual. I can’t remember another time she didn’t note it. Because our take on domestic discipline is part game, part serious, we never discussed the concept of self-reporting. It could be that Mrs. Lion didn’t think I earned punishment because she was leaving the next morning by 6 AM and didn’t expect us to need to brew coffee. We didn’t. She didn’t mention it. Should I tell her? I think I should. [Mrs. Lion — I mentioned it to him when I came out of my shower. He said he did set it up. He snuck out while I was in the shower. I also told him he’d get out of doing it while I was gone since he probably wouldn’t make a whole pot of coffee just for him. I didn’t think he needed to be punished for it.]

OK, if I self-report too early, I take away Mrs. Lion’s chance to play the “game.” I’ll ask her how she wants to deal with it. The truth is that I forgot to set up the coffee pot. I didn’t think that we wouldn’t need it the next morning. It was my mistake, and I deserve to be punished. I’m sure that Mrs. Lion will agree. Tomorrow it will be eleven days since my last spanking. I know that she thinks that is a good interval to paddle me again.

Speaking of paddling, she did something very different the last time she spanked me. She paddled me hard and fast for a little while. That really got my attention. I think it was the most effective technique I’ve ever experienced. She had to hold me down. I really wanted to escape. She will need to strap me down or sit on me to keep me still for that. I’ve seen spanking videos that featured the same technique. This is a short video illustrating it. It looked very hard to take. It is. I think that a ten-minute spanking will feel like it’s going on for hours if I’m spanked that way. Stay tuned, I’ll find out if it does.

On my flip side

Mrs. Lion announced that she is making me ejaculate today (Sunday). It’s also been ten days since my last orgasm. She mentioned that she wanted to be able to restrain me across the bed. Until now, she has me restrained in the normal sleeping orientation. We have a king-sized bed. It’s big enough to restrain me across it. In that position she can easily jerk me off or give me oral sex. Yum!

All I know is that she’s going to get me off. She may also spank me for the pre-trip coffee pot. In terms of getting me off, there are a couple of approaches. One is sort of BDSM. That’s a businesslike jerk-off that is intended to milk me. Any extra stimulation, like tickling my balls, is performed to reduce the time it will take to get me off. It isn’t as much fun for me, but like spanking, it’s hot to think about.

I don’t know if Mrs. Lion thinks about the way I perceive the sex she gives me. I suspect that women aren’t aware of the subtleties we males perceive. It isn’t the actual handling of the penis that makes it different. Of course, penis techniques do feel different. Where it is stimulated is the most obvious. A mouth feels different from a hand; a lot different. A vagina is another.

I always liked oral best. Though now, since it’s been so long since I’ve felt it, vaginal would be a big treat. I digress. The subtle difference is the intention of the activity. In our relationship, Mrs. Lion controls all sex. So we rule out the difference between male-controlled sex and female control. Within the realm of female control, there are many possibilities.

One of the big ones is the suspense of not knowing if I will get to ejaculate. Mrs. Lion is perfectly happy to edge me over and over and then stop. She sometimes edges me a few time and then lets me finish. Then, she might just go at it to get me off as quickly as she can. I understand that I’m a sexual chore that needs to be done as quickly as possible. That can be hurtful. I don’t get the sense that she is milking me because it is a fun, shared experience. It’s a chore.

On the other hand, if she tells me that it’s milking time and maybe has me on hands and knees, the same businesslike jerk-off is exciting and part of a cool fantasy. I’m not complaining. Obviously, edging and getting off is big fun. I think that a lot of women believe that’s enough. I don’t know any women who would want their partner to just go at their clits. Sure, they’ll get off eventually, but won’t love the experience. Men are no different, It’s not just about the orgasm. Even if I say it is, it isn’t.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

I went to check into my flight last night and a message on my phone announced that it was cancelled. Damn. It’s true that my flight out of Seattle was time-sensitive. They would not have delayed my daughter’s graduation for me. The return flight can get in at any time. However, I do need to get home at some point. Luckily, I was able to get a flight on a different airline, with a stop in Chicago, that leaves earlier and gets me in earlier despite the layover. Win win-win. Except, of course, the earlier flight wrecked my plan to help my daughter pack her stuff to move out of her dorm. Oh well. I was at graduation, we had a celebratory dinner, and spent time together. We really only missed out on a few hours.

More importantly, I get home to Lion a few hours earlier. I’m sure it will take some time to calm the dog once I get there, but then everything will be back to normal. The next trip is in two years for her master’s degree graduation. All should be calm until then.

I hope I can get some sleep on the plane. I’m pretty tired this morning. If I can just close my eyes for a few minutes. Famous last words. I may sleep the whole flight to Chicago. It’s only two hours but every little bit helps. I need to be rested enough so it will feel like evening rather than three hours later. I’m sure I’ll be able to sleep better once I get home to Lion.

There won’t be any sexy time tonight. He’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I’m sure he can. We’ll both be so glad to be together again, waiting another day for an orgasm won’t be a big deal. (She says because she’s not the one waiting for an orgasm.)

Its almost time to get to the airport. I’ll be home soon.

[Lion — I can wait! I’ve been lonely and just being with Mrs. Lion is what I really need.]

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In: Sex

If you look hard enough, you can find anything. I just discovered a vagina museum in England and a penis museum in Iceland. As far as I know, there is just one of each. The museums are as different as, well, men are to women. The vagina museum is dedicated to art and politics. Even the art is sort of political. For example, they call out and celebrate hairy vulvas. There is an obvious, unstated message that strong women have lots of pubic hair. If you go to their website, you’ll see that they have lots of stuff for sale. I like the tote bag. They have discussion groups and exhibits of pussy art.

The Icelandic Phallological Museum is dedicated to the wonderful world of penises. Unlike the vulva museum, this one celebrates the diversity of penises sported by all the creatures that have them. Well, not all, just the ones belonging to creatures from Iceland. Their website is filled with information about, um, male members. They have over 200 species represented.  They also have a large collection of penis art and related stuff. My favorite is the penis lamp (image right). Most of the penises are erect. That makes sense. They aren’t useful if they are soft. Unlike the girls, the boys don’t have a shop. Too bad. That lamp would make a great gift.

The Phallological Museum is an academic view of our favorite body parts. They have over fifty whale penises. Amazing. The vagina museum is dedicated to human females. It appears to be a sort of female pubic art museum and meeting space. Aside from the pubic hair fixation, they have a nice sense of humor regarding the stuff they sell.

It’s too bad that both museums are so far away. I’m far more likely to visit England than Iceland. I suspect that I wouldn’t be welcome in the vagina museum. I have the wrong equipment, and I don’t have pubic hair. Two strikes for the lion! I’m happy that someone decided to create these cool places. It would be interesting if both institutions learned from one another. The vagina museum would profit by featuring more natural history. The penis museum needs a gift shop with lighthearted cock art and objects.

I’m not sure that I’m interested in comparing mammal penises. I suppose academics travel from all over the world to study the collection. The vagina museum is more local and political in scope. It would be wonderful if both museums made their entire collections (not just the gift shop, ladies) available for viewing on the Web.

I think it’s interesting that the penis museum was founded by a man and is currently curated by his son. The vagina museum is a female project. Does this reflect an onanistic fascination by the founders? Politics and pubic hair aside, I’m much more interested in female genitalia as a male. I’m pretty expert on mine. I think that the two museums are true opposites. No, not because one is male and the other female, but because one is a natural history and the other political. Let’s take a trip to the museum this weekend.