The Cyclone
Friday night was an edging session to remember. Mrs. Lion combined intense hand job action with serious ball slapping. I went from being ready to ejaculate to wincing in pain; all in a matter of seconds. I was convinced that an orgasm was coming. It wasn’t. I wasn’t disappointed. Maybe I’m growing up. It isn’t whether I come or not. It’s how I like the ride.
Rationally, if I ejaculate, I will be back to my old horny self in a day or two. But right now, my sense of all this is more like going on a roller coaster. I ejaculate and the ride is over. I get on line to ride again. A couple of days waiting on line and I ride again. It can be a short ride or a long ride. I can feel like I am going to fly out of the car at times. It’s always thrilling. The last hill is always the most exciting. And then we are back at the station.
I think that sex for everyone is like this. But people who don’t practice enforced male chastity are on a different ride. They may have a shorter wait, but once on the ride, it ends quickly. As soon as they recover, they ride again. Some do it with partners. Others with their own hands. They don’t go as high, but they go more often.
There are two variables: One, of course, is time. Length of wait between ejaculations is the measure. But that isn’t enough. Simply waiting between ejaculations does increase sensation when one finally comes, but it is nothing like the ride I’m on. The second factor is more complex. It’s those hills that don’t quite get you over the top. In my case, it’s the constant, almost-daily edging. I’m always less than 24 hours from being reminded what an orgasm is like. That truly intensifies my desire for sex.
My mind and body go through everything that happens when I ejaculate; well almost everything. The stimulation stops just before I can finish. My mind and body never get a chance to “forget” what I am missing. Mrs. Lion keeps me in nearly-constant heat. I don’t know if that changes the way I relate to her and other people. But inside, sex is always just below the surface. I’m ready.
I have come to like being in heat. I like it a lot. But, like any roller coaster, this one has to come to an end. It’s a joyful, convulsive end, but it stops. I get off, both literally and figuratively. That’s ok. I get right back in line for another ride.
Devious Lioness
Work has been getting in the way of writing posts lately. Normally I find some time in the morning, but we’re getting ready for a new computer program and learning it will be the death of us all. So I wasn’t able to write a post yesterday. Not the end of the world but it is annoying.
The good thing is that not writing a post has nothing to do with playing with Lion. Once I’m home, with the obligatory complaining about work and the latest issue with the new computer system, I’m free to do what I like. And what I like is torturing Lion. Sure I make him feel good, but then I leave him hanging. Poor frustrated, horny Lion.
Last night I edged him with a smattering of ball swatting mixed in. He loves the edging but can do without the ball swatting. Too bad it’s not up to him whether he gets ball swats or menthol rubs or clothespins on his balls. That’s my decision. And since he said he likes some pomp and circumstance before an orgasm, I have to throw some in when he’s not getting an orgasm so he won’t automatically know when it’s coming. Or when he’s coming, more correctly.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t throw one in when he doesn’t get any pomp and circumstance. Suppose I edge him for a week with “treats” added and then one night I decide to just give him a no frills orgasm? Is that wrong? Can’t be. I decided it. And I can’t be wrong. I’m in charge. Lion can tell me what he prefers but there’s nothing in our unwritten contract that says I have to do what he prefers. I do have to keep him on his toes.
I may tell Lion he’ll have an orgasm tonight, but I may be lying to him. Or I may decide he doesn’t seem horny enough to have one. I may tell him he’s definitely not having one tonight and then go a little too far so I have to salvage one. Or he may do something that amuses me so I give him one. He just never knows what’s going to happen next.
Earning Sweet Release
I’m at that time when it’s going on two weeks since my last ejaculation. I think more about sex. Mrs. Lion is also considering when she should end my waiting. I am torn between a desire to come and the truly exquisite sensation of escalating heat as each day goes by. My balls are not turning blue and I am not in pain. Delayed ejaculation isn’t physically dangerous for any male.
What do I want? Do I want to try to influence Mrs. Lion’s natural inclination to let me come? Or, do I want to encourage a longer wait to continue the fun?
I know, I know, my horniness will grow after Mrs. Lion gets me off. But it takes a few days to get me deeply interested in release again. It’s a delicate balance. Carried to an extreme, I could just want to delay ejaculation for weeks or months just to put off that day or two of refractory time. That makes no sense at all. I’m trying to decide what does make sense.
I prefer that when I do get to ejaculate, it is something of an occasion. No, I don’t need fireworks or even a small banquet to celebrate the end of celibacy. I better be careful or Mrs. Lion will interpret this as only getting me off on major national holidays. But I like more than our routine edging session. On the other hand, I don’t want to be able to predict that the orgasm is finally at hand based on what Mrs. Lion does. Another dilemma!
Actually it isn’t all that contradictory. For example, if Mrs. Lion puts me in the sling (Yes, sweetie I can do that now) and then tortures me and teases me, I will be super ripe for that ejaculation. I might even expect it. Ah hah! If she just edges me and grins evilly, I will discover that the sling doesn’t always signal orgasm. The ability it gives her for extended teasing is almost too good to end with me squirting. That’s the sadist in me talking.
In a way I’m suggesting that I earn release. I can earn it by enduring painful play without complaint. Or, by extended edging perhaps accompanied by a long pegging session. Thinking about this concept is turning me on now. I may be asking too much. Mrs. Lion is generally tired and achy. Asking her to do more just to improve my release is greedy of me. Just sayin’.
In Praise Of Short Chastity Devices
Over the last four years a lot has changed in the world of enforced male chastity. For one thing, I see a lot less about basic device fitting. Better yet, there is less about chastity device security. I’m not just talking about The Journal. In general, these discussions seem to be much reduced. Another significant change has been a more general acceptance of short cage length.
A lot of men now realize that it is almost impossible to get a cage that is too short. Cage diameter, however, is much more important. A cage that encases the diameter of your cock like a glove, can be a short as you like. My cage is only 1-1/4 inch in length. The diameter is the same as the length. The measured penis diameter is 1-1/2 inches. I’m completely comfortable in it. I’m sure I would be fine with an even shorter cage. The key is that the end of the cage should bump firmly against the head of your cock at all times, even when sitting.
Contrary to common knowledge and instructions by the chastity device companies, your cage doesn’t need to be any longer than mine. No matter how long your flaccid cock measures, it compresses nicely and retreats into your body as needed. You can see by the two images that my flaccid penis (left) is substantially longer than my cage (right).
It’s true that my flaccid penis is shorter than some, but you can see that compression isn’t really an issue. Interestingly, when I try to get hard, the shorter cage creates no discomfort. It never wakes me up. I think that the tighter fit doesn’t give the erection a chance to grow, so the cage remains in position and I am comfortable. If the erection can pull the cage and ring away from your body, it will be uncomfortable.
Sometimes I do get “grill marks” on the head of my penis from pressure when it tries to get hard inside the cage. Those marks disappear quickly when I am released from the cage.
I’m convinced that short is really best when it comes to chastity devices. If you don’t believe me, you can order an inexpensive device that is almost exactly the same size as mine. You can find it here. It costs less than $29. It’s a small investment to see how it is to live the short life.
