Orgasm denial

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


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.

Lion's box of penalties
Lion’s Box O’Fun.

One of Lion’s favorite things was mixed with one of his least favorites last night. He picked the blindfold card from the Box O’Fun, which requires another choice to go with it. His second choice was Icy Hot.

Oooooh! Too bad.

The thing we discovered last time he chose the blindfold was that he shouldn’t know what the second card is. Duh! It basically nullifies the blindfold. The problem with Icy Hot is that it stinks. I figured he’d know the second I took the cap off. I overlooked the fact that I don’t apply anything else to his balls or perineum so he knew from feeling it long before the smell or burning took place. Oh well. Maybe next time the blindfold is chosen it won’t be so obvious right away. [Lion — It wasn’t obvious immediately. When I felt the cold on my perineum, I guessed what was coming.]

I didn’t put as much on as I did last time because I knew I wanted to give him oral again and I didn’t want Icy Hot all over his balls and then all over my face. I also set a five-minute timer. He’d have to deal with the burning until the timer went off. No running to wash it off right away. I don’t think he had any trouble with it. It burned but nothing he couldn’t stand. [Lion — It wasn’t too bad this time.]

Despite Lion’s objections, my weenie was happy about the Icy Hot. I went to wash my hands, came back and he was standing at attention. I guess Lion was a horny boy. And that trend continued into his blow job. I edged him three times. Three times I got him very, very, very close to the edge. Very close. If I had gone one more stroke I think it would have been too much. He’ll be that much hornier tonight.

As usual, I have no idea how long it’s been since his last orgasm. All I know is that last night wasn’t time. And tonight might not be it either. Always keep him guessing. [Lion — Last night it was 5 days.]

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.

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!