Last night marked the fifth night in a row that I’ve edged Lion. I think he’s hornier than ever. I know he wants to come, but does he really want to come? It’s become a game now. I think if I give him an orgasm he might get upset. How will he know how long he can endure the nightly teasing if I never take him to his breaking point? It’s actually an endurance test for both of us. How long can I keep myself from giving him an orgasm? How long can he keep from begging for one? How long can I keep up the nightly edging?

So far my interest in keeping Lion horny is high. I know it will wane over time. In the back of my mind I know there is a scheduled date out there that will end his horniness, if only for a day. Do I go past that date if he doesn’t want an orgasm at that point? Do I give him the scheduled orgasm and resume nightly teasing? Do I reserve nightly teasing for a reward? I’m not sure. I know it’s not something that’s sustainable for very long. It, like the nightly orgasms of a year ago, will become too much.

The other question on my mind is about maintenance spanking. When we first started domestic discipline I gave Lion swats every night. It was just to get us accustomed to things. It worked out well. Lion learned how to take hard swats. I learned how to give hard swats. And off we went. Lion has had a few weeks of no punishable offenses. I think that’s a good thing. Apparently not. He wants maintenance swats. Is that so he doesn’t forget how to take the hard swats? I know he wants to feel my power. I know I don’t find enough things wrong to fill up his dance card. I just don’t know if random swats are the answer. I do know that we’ll probably start them in a few days. After all, it doesn’t have to makes sense to me.

[Lion — No, having an orgasm will not upset me. I also won’t argue if I don’t. You have made good points. I am not sure I want maintenance spankings. I just remember how somewhat artificial routines were able to train us.]

The Lion weather report yesterday was horny with a chance of playing. I’m glad he’s horny. He went through a patch when he wasn’t so horny. I prefer a horny Lion.

I started off our third play night in a row by removing Lion’s girly toenail polish. I was very difficult to remove. I think the sparkles in it change something in the nature of how it goes on and comes off. But I persevered and his toes are now mostly non-purple. There’s a tiny bit around the edges that was too stubborn. He thinks they look much better natural. I think they need a splash of color again sometime soon.

As promised I gave Lion some pink buns last night. He lost the color on his toes so I had to add color somewhere. Lucky for him, he loves pink buns. He asked if he was as red as when I punish him. It’s hard to answer. Sometimes I think his cheeks are so shocked at being punished that the blood doesn’t head there right away. As a matter of fact, sometimes they look almost white, like I’ve scared the blood away. “Head for the hills! She’s got the damn paddle again!” Other times they can get very red very quickly. Last night they were just rosy pink. And cute, of course.

Once I was done I had him roll over for some edging. He was moaning the second I touched him. Poor horny Lion. I don’t know if he starts out positive he will get to come or positive he won’t. I wasn’t positive at all last night. Either way. I wanted to give him an orgasm because he was so horny. But then I didn’t want to for the same reason. It was only four days since his last one. If he’s this horny last night then he’ll be even more horny tomorrow night. And the night after. And so on. I wasn’t even sure when his next scheduled orgasm was to know if I was giving in way too early. But who cares? He doesn’t know when that scheduled date is. I can give him one any time I want to. Of course, that’s true any time. That’s just what was going on in my mind while I was playing with him.

Will tonight be Lion’s lucky night? He might get a fourth play night in a row. That would be lucky. Will he have an orgasm? That would be even luckier. We’ll see.

Lion was very quiet when I got home last night. He said he was fine, but he’s usually not that quiet. I still don’t know what, if anything, was wrong, but once we settled in for the evening he asked if it was a play night. When I told him we had played Sunday night he said it was too bad because he was horny. Really horny. There’s no law against playing two nights in a row. Or seven nights in a row. Or every night for a month. The rules only govern a minimum. I decided since he had nothing on his punishment list (and yes I know he could have had something on it if I had put it there) he could have an extra play night.

I did make him wait till 10ish but that was a consequence of the tv shows we watched. Doggie ice cream time provided a break in that action so I decided it was time for some Lion action. I started off by admiring his purple toes. They are certainly not as glaring as the pink toes. He said they are bad enough. I think he needs a nice spring color. Perhaps something in the yellow family. And I always tell him I could get some red and paint a black racing stripe on them like his car. This usually prompts a rolling of his eyes or a scrunched up face. I like teasing him about his girly toes.

I’ve been in search of pre-cum the past few times I’ve edged him. He said he’s starting to get worried that he isn’t producing any. I don’t think it’s a big deal but I’ll stop asking for it if that will take the pressure off. I can’t tell you how many times I edged him. It was at least five times. I was going for a broken Lion, the point at which he can no longer maintain an erection even though he hasn’t had any orgasm. But he was getting so close I didn’t want to risk a ruined orgasm so I stopped.

Not surprisingly, he said the edging did nothing to cure his horniness. It isn’t designed to. If anything, it should make it worse. I’m sure the ever hopeful Lion thinks I may take pity on him and allow him an orgasm. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. He places his bet and takes his chances. Lion likes to play slot machines. He understands the gamble. Worst case, he has a little fun even if he doesn’t win the jackpot.

Perhaps tonight will be a Lion play night too. There may be a butt plug involved. Or maybe a fun spanking. Anything to make my horny pet even hornier.

Last night was not Lion’s scheduled orgasm date. I thought about telling him it was and then saying “April Fools” but that seemed cruel. Then I thought I could tell him it wasn’t his night and giving him one as an April Fools “joke”. He wouldn’t have minded that prank at all.

As I was edging him we were talking about how long he had been waiting and how long he might still have to wait. I told him I was in a quandary. I wanted to give him an orgasm but that would be cheating. He said he would take one for the team. He even offered to go on an orgasm a day schedule. What a guy! He’s always so helpful when it comes to coming. He said he discovered that he has had two or three orgasms since I had my last one. When I thought about it, I counted at least four since my last one. He decided that was a pretty good average. For a caged Lion.

I still really wanted to give him an orgasm. Why? I don’t know. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was bucking and writhing. It wasn’t even that I wanted to taste him, although that’s always a nice treat. I just wanted to. He wasn’t arguing. It was just the idea that I would be cheating. So, while he was calming down from an edging, Me, Myself and I had an emergency board meeting. We decided that he should have his orgasm as scheduled, but there was no law on the books that said he couldn’t have one last night as well. Lion laughed at me when I told him, but he wasn’t arguing. Even as I was taking him over the edge he kept saying, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” But I wasn’t going to change my mind.

It was “just” a hand job. No frills. No licking. No sucking. Nothing special about it except he got to come. And I don’t feel guilty because the board approved. He still has no idea what his scheduled date is but for now he doesn’t care. He’s a happy boy.