Lion was tired when he got home last night. He was snoozing while we watched TV. We both got up early so he could get to work at the crack of dawn. I’m not sure what shape we’ll be in later but we can always snuggle.

I assume I’ll need to jump start Mr. Weenie next time we play. If he goes a few days without attention he tends to be difficult to rouse. I could be wrong. But I might start off with the butt plug just to get the ball rolling again. Any form of play (except the maximum strength Icy Hot) will get Lion in the mood if he isn’t already.

I was all ready to give him an orgasm the other night. I don’t know if tonight will be his night or not. If we’re too tired maybe tomorrow will be his night. I don’t usually have a particular night in mind anymore. It’s just whenever the mood strikes. If Lion had one when the mood struck, he’d have more orgasms. I think he’s a very lucky boy with all the orgasms he gets even when I make him wait.

Lion has been very horny the past few days. His wait was only five days. That means nothing to him. Horny is horny.

I’ve had a stiff neck for a few days. Yesterday it became painful. It hurts to turn my head. Lucky for Lion it doesn’t hurt to move up and down. Perfect for some oral action.

I had him nice and hard before I moved into position to suck him. In the past, if I used my mouth, it meant he was getting an orgasm. It was difficult for me to gauge when to stop since I can’t see his face very well. Some time ago I figured out how to edge him. Poor Lion.

At some point, I set a goal of doing more oral orgasms than hand jobs. Well, I wanted to equal the number of hand jobs. It hasn’t worked out that way so far, but I’m still game. Lion is too.

Actually, I’m glad Lion has no idea if he’ll get an orgasm just because I’m using my mouth. I mean, if I’m still going for my goal, his chances are still good. But I like keeping him on his toes. I think it’s better when he doesn’t know. Of course, even if he did know, it doesn’t mean he’ll know exactly when. I don’t always edge him the same amount each time. Sometimes he gets edged over and over. Sometimes he gets edged only a few times. And it doesn’t matter if he’s getting an orgasm or not. On your toes, Lion.

Fortunately for Lion, last night’s oral ministrations had a happy ending.

I was so distracted yesterday I misrepresented Lion’s thoughts on maintenance spanking. I should have reread his post before I offered my tarnished two cents.

Today, however, I’m more on the ball. The hurricane is weakening and it has changed its course a little. The winds may not be as strong but my family will probably still get a lot of rain. Overall, a better scenario than they were looking at yesterday.

I decided to use the Magic Wand on Lion last night. It’s only been a few days since his last orgasm and I figured he could use the boost. He got hard fairly quickly and eventually made it to the edge. Had he made it to the edge again I was considering another orgasm. Alas, the Magic Wand was too much for him and we stopped. I’m not at all disappointed. We’ll keep trying till we get it right.

While I was edging him the second time, I was trying to decide if I like frustrating him or giving him an orgasm more. Each has its merits. Keeping him frustrated does not mean he’ll bow at my feet or give me back rubs. He doesn’t turn into my slave when he’s horny. Getting an orgasm doesn’t mean he ignores me until he’s horny again.

I think the best part of keeping him frustrated is that he’s usually so quick to attention when we play. Sometimes it seems like a gentle breeze will do it. Giving him an orgasm generates my favorite snack. And Lion makes such great noises when he has an orgasm.

There’s not really a down side to edging him. He will make silly little comments about being horny. For example, if he drops something on the floor, he might say he wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t so horny. Similarly, the only downside to giving him an orgasm is that he might not be ready for action for a few days. Neither are major things.

I guess it all depends on my mood. Do I find it amusing at the time that he’s so horny and wants to come so badly that I just let him suffer? Do I see how hard he’s working to hump my hand for that orgasm that I let him achieve his goal? Yes, to both. And no, to both. One night I might think it’s funny he’s working so hard, knowing that I won’t let him finish. Another night I might see that beautiful penis that’s waited so long for an orgasm, even if it’s only been a few days, that he’s so hard and the tip is so full, that I let him come.

At one point in our journey, I’d ask him if he wanted to come. Of course he’d say yes. I’m not sure what I’d have done if he said no. But then Lion got to the point that he wanted me to decide. He’d tell me it was up to me even if he was desperate. So I stopped asking. Now I just stop and tell him it doesn’t look like his night. Unless, of course, I start in again and let him come.

You just never can tell what I’m going to do when it comes to orgasms.

I finished up waxing Lion yesterday. He keeps finding spots I missed. I’m not a professional. There’s bound to be spots I missed. Some of them are barely stubble so waxing won’t work anyway. The hair that had grown back (or what I missed last time) was lighter. His legs were fairly furry, but his crack was not. I assume next time his legs will be lighter and I’ll catch the spots I missed this week. I wish there was a way to just dip him in wax and yank everything off all at once. He’d look like a Lion candle.

When I played with him last night I wasn’t sure if he was horny to begin with. It didn’t take long to get him somewhat hard. Then I really got going and it was evident he was ready for an orgasm. I got him very close several times. I sucked on him when I stopped jerking him off. He wanted me to keep going. I did not. He was humping air when I told him I had to get the rest of the laundry out of the dryer.

As we snuggled again, he told me I should give him more attention. Really? I gave him so much attention when I waxed him. A few tugs here. Some ball-fondling there. A playful swat or two. Of course, that wasn’t the attention he wanted. The poor boy wanted an orgasm. He may be ready for an orgasm but I’m not ready to give him one yet. Maybe tonight. Maybe not.

The good boy remembered to remind me it was punishment day. IN ALL CAPS. Funny. He wanted to make sure I saw it and that he got credit for it. Your buns are safe for now, my pet. However, the day is still young.