Oral Sex (Page 2)

We tried to go to the grocery store on Sunday but it was packed and we decided against it. I went yesterday after work. While I was in the produce section, I noticed some ginger. Well, I had to get some. I only got one hand because we tend to buy a lot and it goes to waste.

When Lion chose from the Box O’Fun, he said we could put the figging card back in the box since we have ginger now. He was down to his last two cards. With the addition of figging, after his pick, he’s still got two. Last night’s choice was plastic clothespins. Lucky for Lion, I only have eight plastic clothespins at my immediate disposal. And I managed to use five of them last night. I was concentrating more on how I was stroking him than how I was pinching him. [Lion — I could tell. It felt amazing; very different from Mrs. Lion’s usual technique.]

I had him lie across the bed after I was done with the clothespins. It’s been a lot easier for me to give him oral sex lately. It’s easier on my shoulders. And, since I have him diagonally across the bed, I have more room and support for my legs. He doesn’t care why I’m doing it more. He’s just happy. I’ve also gotten a lot better at edging him orally. He’s not so happy about that. I’m sure he’d rather have more orgasms.

Actually, he’s very happy for the attention. Last night he said he was losing it even though he was very turned on. I amped things up and got him to the edge again. I do love a challenge! It’s fun to leave him panting like he’s just had an orgasm but all I did was edge him and leave him hanging. He actually called me a tease. Thank you, my dear. I shall wear it as a badge of honor. I like to be able to administer the good kind of torture as well as the evil kind.

When I transferred the remaining cards from the small Box O’Fun to the larger one, I realized there were only three left. I didn’t look at them but I assumed there was an Icy Hot and a tiny clothespin card in there. Lion had just had blue menthol rub so I probably would have given him a free do-over if he’d chosen Icy Hot. Instead, he chose the tiny clothespins. He said he knew I’d been hoping for that one. I wasn’t, really. I knew he was dreading it. That’s what was making it more fun.

I have a huge number of these little bastards. There are pink ones and blue ones. I always joke about Lion’s manly penis is being taken down by a girlie, pink clothespin. For the record, I bought the first set of maybe twenty. Lion has added to the cause. The bag I have in the bedroom isn’t even all of them. There are more in the camper toy bag, and even more in the dungeon supply. It does seem like a silly amount when I’ve only ever gotten two or three on him at a time.

Last night I pulled four out of the bag. I didn’t intend to get all of them on the head of his cock. As I teased him about how many I’d put on, I decided not to put them on the head at all. While I got him a little excited, I put one on the base of his cock. He wasn’t ready for that placement. It hurt, but certainly not as badly as it could have. Then I put one on the frenum. I don’t know why. I just thought it was a sensitive area and he loves when I stroke him with my fingers or tongue hitting right there. I wound up with three or four clothespins on him. The “good” thing about clothespins is that they hurt when going on, but they hurt, even more, coming off. Just when you think you’ve gotten used to them, the pain is exasperated by the removal. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. I’ve only ever had clothespins on the webbing between my thumb and forefinger.

To counteract the pain of the tiny clothespins, I had Lion lay across the bed for some oral action. I got him close again and again. I was determined not to go too far since he’d only had an orgasm a few days ago. (Lion will correct me with the exact number of days.) [Lion — It was 5 days last night.] However long ago, I didn’t want to give him another one just yet. When I was finished with him, he told me I could use the tiny clothespins whenever I wanted if I was going to give him oral sex. Yeah. Sure. I don’t think so. But maybe I should suggest them to him in a few days.

I wasn’t sure Lion wanted to play last night. We’d settled in to watch TV and the Box O’Fun was between us. He made no move to choose anything. Finally, I asked if he wanted a night off or if he wanted to delve into the Box O’Fun. He wanted fun.

His first two picks were do-overs. I pulled one out and put the other one back. His next pick was coated clothespins. I asked if he wanted to use his do-over or go for the clothespins. He opted for the clothespins.

These clothespins have tread tape on them for extra grip. I decided I should make a porcupine of Lion’s balls. I haven’t done it in a while and I don’t usually do it with the nastier clothespins, but he wants excitement so… When I pulled them off I made sure to drag some of them so get even more grip from the tread tape. Of course, my weenie was standing tall. He always gets excited when the boys get attention.

While I put the clothespins away, I invited Lion to lay across the bed for some oral fun. I was pretty full from lunch still and then we had dinner so I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to suck him but I figured I’d go as long as I could. Without the clothespins, my weenie seemed a little deflated. He never did regain the full hard-on he had when his friends were being pinched.

As I sucked him, I thought he made a noise like he was near the edge. I stopped but he wasn’t. At some point, I guess because he was not as hard as I thought he should be, I decided I was going to take an orgasm whether he wanted to give it up or not. A little while later, he did make the noise that meant an orgasm was coming. And boy was it!

Actually the first noise wasn’t it. The second noise was more of a roar and I got a real mouthful of Lion cream filling. Yum! I don’t know where he’s been hiding it, but I’m glad he finally shared. I might go so far as to say it was the biggest orgasm he’s ever had. At least, that I know of. It was both noisy and productive. It was great. I look forward to many more just like it.

[Lion — It was an amazing orgasm. I can never tell how much semen I produce, but this orgasm felt amazing. It almost hurt!]

Without offending the intestinal gods, I’m going out on a limb to say that maybe Lion and I have kicked our issues. Neither of us was sick last night. I’ve got my fingers crossed that this continues.

After my shower, I brought out the Box O’Fun. Lion accidentally chose two cards. I was prepared to do the top one and return the second, but the top one was figging. I thought I’d removed those since we don’t have any fresh ginger right now. I guess it’s a good thing he picked two cards. The second card was ball bondage. Oh boy! Lion loves ball bondage.

Lion’s tied balls.

I stretched his balls out as I wrapped the rope around them. I made them nice and tight, but not too tight. My weenie was already excited. For a few minutes I stood beside Lion and stroked him. Then I told him to lay across the bed for some oral action. Jackpot! Lion loves oral attention.

I know he said he didn’t think it was time for another orgasm but I was toying with the idea of giving him one. I wasn’t trying to skew his stats or anything. I just thought, with all his tummy troubles, we could celebrate the potential end with an orgasm. It turns out, he wasn’t ready for one even if he wanted it. I gave it the old college try. He was having a good time. It just wasn’t meant to be. That’s certainly not a problem. I’ll keep going until I get him to the edge and then decide if I want to take him over.

Since I’m not really concerned with how long he waits, I can give him an orgasm any time he’s able and I want to. Let’s say he’s able tonight, but I don’t feel like it. No orgasm. Obviously, it makes it harder if I want to give him one but he’s not able. I mean, I have pressed the point in the past and given him an orgasm when he’s not ready. It’s very difficult and not really worth the effort. What fun is it if he doesn’t want one?

What I love is when Lion is really hard and is making his “oh this feels so good” noises. I like to know he’s getting close and aching to have an orgasm. Then I can decide if I want to be mean and leave him wanting more or if I want to be nice and take him all the way. In the back of my mind I guess I do try to take into account how long he’s waited, but I never really keep track. Unless he’s mentioned it to me I usually have no idea. Mostly I just base it on how much he seems to want it and whether I want to be mean or nice. There have been times that I thought I was being nice and Lion wanted to wait longer. I guess his body was willing but his mind thought it was too soon. That must be an internal failure to communicate.

Tonight we’ll find out what the Box o’Fun has in store for us. Come on, Velcro!