Cock and ball torture

I mowed the first half of the lawn yesterday and the second half of the Lion. He’s fur-free, except for the inevitable spots I missed. He’s happier being smooth as a baby’s butt. I can go either way.

Lion still snoozed a lot yesterday. In one of his more coherent moments, I asked if he wanted to pick from the Box O’Fun. He did. He chose pegging. We both vetoed that. That’s the sort of thing you have to be in the mood for and neither of us were. His next choice was blindfold with a bonus choice. There are an awful lot of clothespin cards in the box because there are an awful lot of variations. He chose coated clothespins. They are coated with a sandpaper-like surface right where it counts.

Of course, with the blindfold on, he had no idea what was going to happen. I realized if I pulled out a bag of clothespins, he’d hear what I was doing but I really couldn’t find them at first. When I found them I’d gone through a few plastic bags and I told him I couldn’t find them. I was hoping he had no idea what I was looking for. The blindfold is supposed to add an element of surprise. [Lion — I had no idea.]

I started out rubbing his balls and trying to get him hard. He says it’s better if he’s turned on first. Better for him, I suppose. This doesn’t work in the case of the Velcro. I like to put that on when he’s soft so it gets progressively tighter as he gets hard. That’s not to say I don’t massage his balls and play with my weenie. I do. I just stop before he’s hard. Once he was interested, I started putting the clothespins on his balls. I left two off so I could put them on his boobies. He gets nothing from clothespins on his nipples but I think it’s funny. And it hurts so that’s a bonus.

There are a few spots I know are very sensitive to clothespins. I always try to make sure I hit them. Even if I’m not doing the stripe right down the middle, I usually put one on a sensitive spot. Why not? Am I not going for pain? Since I know clothespins hurt going on and off but not much once they’re on, I wiggle them and tug on them. I have to have some fun, right?

If he had gotten harder and we had gotten to the edge, I was considering giving him an orgasm. Even though it’s only been a few days, I want to make up for the ruined orgasm he had. As you’re reading this, you’re probably thinking he’s lucky he had an orgasm of any sort, but we both hate ruined orgasms. I always want him to have a good orgasm…not often, but good.

When the clothespin were safely put away, I gave Lion oral sex again. I know he’s probably getting spoiled and he may even say he’s bored with it like he’s bored with handjobs, but it really is easier on me. Sitting on the bed next to him annoys my knees, back and shoulders. Laying across the bed generally doesn’t hurt much. My neck and shoulders can get tired, but the benefit outweighs that. I don’t think Lion was particularly interested. He never got fully hard. He was making noises as if he was close, but I think he was just happy to be sucked. I don’t mind his being soft as long as it feels good. I just don’t want to continue if he’s not getting anywhere and he usually tells me.

Happy Independence Day!

Thursday night Mrs. Lion went a bit too far with her oral teasing and I had a ruined orgasm. I can’t complain. My last one was in June 2019. Not bad. Neither of us enjoys them, but they are a natural consequence of edging.

Before the sexual portion of the program, I picked from the Box O’Fun. I got “coconut oil handjob”. I asked Mrs. Lion if I could pick a different card. It’s not that I don’t like the feeling of that viscous oil lubing my penis while Mrs. Lion expertly jerks me off, I just wasn’t in the mood.

If she refused to let me pick again, that would have been fine. However, she generously agreed to let me try again. I should have stayed with the coconut oil. My second pick was the dreaded dollhouse clothespins. She laughed. I didn’t.

Mrs. Lion got them out. She teased me until I was fully erect, then she began putting them on the head of my cock. She put on four: one at twelve-o’clock, three-o’clock, six-o’clock, and nine-o’clock. (Picture of the four little clothespins on the head of my penis).

This is the most uncomfortable activity in the Box O’Fun. My previous record was two on the head. I don’t know why but the four on Thursday night weren’t as painful as I remember. I suppose that means Mrs. Lion can put more on next time. At one time we discussed seeing if I could learn to handle a ring of them all the way around the head of my cock.

One of the particularly unpleasant aspects of this particular play is that while it is painful to feel them digging into me, it hurts a lot more when they come off. It’s the sort of diabolical BDSM activity that Mrs. Lion likes.

She enjoys arguing that if I really didn’t like those little clothespins on the head of my penis, I wouldn’t stay hard while they were on. She generally “forgets” to mention that she is busy masturbating me the entire time they are riding on me. I suppose that if I really hated the experience, she couldn’t keep me erect.

Once more my penis betrays me.

Lion gave an unexpected response when he chose “coconut oil handjob” from the Box O’Fun. He didn’t want to do it.

Lion.

The horny boy who loves coconut oil hand jobs didn’t want a coconut oil hand job. So I allowed him to choose again. There’s no sense making him do something he doesn’t want to do, especially if it’s a nice thing. His second choice was tiny clothespins.

Oops. Is it too late for a coconut oil hand job?

The last time I used the tiny clothespins on him, I didn’t put them around the head of his penis. I put them on his scrotum. I don’t know why. Part of me probably wanted to give him a break. Another part of me probably wanted to see how much they’d hurt somewhere else. This time around, I put them on the head. I think the record was three at once. I started with two. I’d grabbed five out of the bag. One was pink and the rest were blue. Sometimes I tease him that a girly pink clothespin is causing the powerful Lion so much pain. Last night was the manly, blue clothespins’ turn.

Once I had two on him, I decided he could manage more. I wasn’t going to do all five, but maybe he could handle four. I spaced them all out. Now the record is four tiny, nasty clothespins on the head of his penis. I’m sure Lion thinks the best part of enduring them is that he’s done with tiny clothespins for now. In a few nights, he’s gone through Icy Hot and tiny clothespins. The rest of the way through the Box O’Fun should be easy.

When I was done with the clothespins, I had Lion lay across the bed again. He was pretty horny and I wanted to take advantage of that. I teased him with my tongue and then edged him. I got it in my head that I should keep him on the edge as much as possible. I didn’t want to give him a chance to get soft at all. Unfortunately, this never works out well. I tell myself to be careful. I tell myself that the next time might be too far. I don’t listen.

It’s probably silly to say that we don’t know if it was a ruined orgasm. It seemed like one at first. Then Lion said he didn’t think it was. And then he said he did think it was. [Lion — I’m sure it was. I dripped for ages afterward.] I guess the only way to know for sure is if he isn’t interested tonight. I wish there was a way to stop him in his tracks when I’m stupid and go too far. Maybe I can pinch him somewhere, or slap him. The sudden pain might snap him out of it. Somehow I doubt it. One the mechanism has started, there’s probably no way to stop it.

So, here we are, the beginning of a three day weekend and Lion might not be horny for it. It’s all my fault. If it was a ruined orgasm, I’m hoping we can salvage things by Sunday or Monday.

After an 8-day wait, Mrs. Lion gave me an orgasm on Thursday night. Once again she did it orally. I love that! I didn’t expect it. I wasn’t all that aroused most of the time she was sucking me. It wasn’t that her efforts weren’t excellent; they were. I just felt “stuck” and didn’t seem to go further. This happens to me fairly frequently nowadays. When it happens, Mrs. Lion usually stops and offers to try again on another day. This time she asked me if I was stuck. I said that I thought so. She decided to push on anyway. I think that she made a subtle change in her technique. Whatever she did, I was on the edge in less than a minute. She edged me a couple of times and then made me come.

It was a very good orgasm. The earth didn’t move, but it trembled a bit. I was a very happy camper. Of course, I had to pay for that fun. I picked “Velcro” from Mrs. Lion’s Box O’Fun. She has innocent-looking Velcro cable ties she fastens around my penis. It’s heavy-duty Velcro so the little hooks that make it work are very rough and hurt when pressed against my tender penis. Also, if she fastens a band on before I am fully erect, the band tightens as my penis grows. That is most uncomfortable!

velcro strips on bed
These are the Velcro strips.

Worse, when she takes it off, the sudden rush of blood back into my penis is painful. Mrs. Lion invented this particular torture. For some unknown reason, she is very fond of it and has a big smile whenever she uses nasty bands. I think it is her favorite kind of CBT. She always writes fondly about it. Her post “Velcro Fun (Not According to Lion)” will give you an idea of how much she likes it. This is a bit surprising. She consistently claims that she doesn’t have fun when she gives me pain.

She makes it clear that spanking me isn’t fun for her. When she first started she had trouble doing it because she knew it really hurt me. Over time that has changed. Now she says that she is neutral about spanking me. She does it when necessary and neither likes nor dislikes beating me. I suspect she does enjoy the satisfaction of getting my ass a deep red and marking me. She disregards my yelps and complaints. It annoys her if I squirm too much and she lets me know by either hitting my thigh very hard or telling me to stop and get into position. Her emotional neutrality makes it possible for her to be the strict disciplinarian that I need.

She seems absolutely comfortable causing me discomfort with other play activities. She likes catching me breaking a rule. I think she likes my reaction when I realize I’ve earned a spanking. So far she hasn’t spanked me for annoying her. I wonder how it will feel to call me out and punish me. Perhaps the very personal nature of spanking me for something she cares about will make it more fun when she punishes me. [Mrs. Lion– Actually, reading this just made me really anxious. I’m not looking forward to having to be unfair.] I know that whether or not she gets new feelings out of spanking me for upsetting her, she will carry out the spanking with enough force to make me understand I did something wrong. Since her spankings have gotten more serious, I find myself actively trying to stay on the right side of the street. My life is much happier with an unspanked bottom.