Slow and Steady
Lucky for Lion, I like playing with my food. Although I didn’t suck out any cream filling last night, I did take him for a very slow ride down edging lane. I’m sure he enjoyed himself but he would have preferred a happy ending.
I didn’t set out to try to edge him so slowly. I was just building things up and decided to see how far I could get. I don’t think I got him to the edge multiple times but by the time I was done he was at the edge. He was even bucking a little bit. He’s a very horny Lion.
I’m glad he’s horny. I’m glad he’s feeling better. He’s not completely over his latest allergy attack but he’s much improved from the other day. He can handle bodily contact. I think he may even be up for pegging. And playing. And Zapardy!
I’ll need to keep the house cleaner so I don’t stir up so much dust at any given time. I’ve never been a good cleaner. I can live with messes. Lion’s not really a good cleaner either or things wouldn’t get so far out of hand. We both tend to leave things laying around. Ironically, the dog, with all her toys, is the only one who doesn’t leave much laying around. She’s been sequestering her toys under the bed for the most part.
So the goals from now on are to play more and clean more. Lion will appreciate both.
My Only Recreational Drug
It’s Tuesday evening. Mrs. Lion is stopping on her way home from work for Chinese food. I’ve been home all day trying to recover from my amazingly horrid allergy attack. I think I am starting to get over it. Allergies, for me at least, are like nuclear bombs. Once started, they seem to create a chain reaction that keeps building. I react violently to stuff that normally doesn’t bother me very much.
I’ve been taking very large amounts of antihistamines. I visited an allergist last time this happened and he prescribed this way to survive until my body settles down. The only problem with this therapy is it makes me sleepy.
On another important front, it’s been eight days since my last ejaculation. The last couple of nights there was no snuggling or edging. I was too itchy and uncomfortable to even consider human contact. Happily, today I’m very horny and not that itchy. Earlier, I got an email from Mrs. Lion that informed me she would be making my wish for release even stronger. It will feel good to be close again.
Somehow, while checking out my health insurance options for next year, I discovered that my state has a drug discount card. I visited the site and filled out the application. There was a “drug finder” link. I went there and added my favorite boner pill, Cialis. It came up and the price was insane. There was a button for “similar drugs”. I was curious. I clicked it. Up popped Sildenafil. That’s the generic name for Viagra. The drug discount card pricing site showed a 90-day supply at $42. Wow! 120 tablets for a very reasonable price.
Why do I care about boner pills? I have no real problem getting hard for Mrs. Lion. But, if I take a boner pill, Cialis when my insurance covered it, erections are harder and faster to come up. Essentially, I get hard like a teenager when I take them. I think that’s big fun. One thing they don’t do is turn me on. Some guys think that these are aphrodisiacs. They aren’t. Taking one while locked in a chastity device does not make the confinement worse. The impulse to get hard isn’t increased by taking one. Essentially, they are a waste if you take one when you don’t have a chance to have an erection.
They make erections better. They don’t make erections. I’ve had some old Cialis from when I got it with my insurance. It’s expired, but it still works. Now, thanks to a law suit settlement agreement between Pifizer, the patent holder for Viagra and generic manufacturer, Teva, the drug is available now as a cheap generic alternative. Interestingly, sildenafil, the exact same chemical as Viagra, isn’t currently authorized by the FDA to be advertised as a drug for ED (erectile dysfunction). However, it is available in drug stores across the U.S. and your doctor can prescribe it for you for ED.
My current insurance won’t pay for ED drugs. Now it isn’t needed. The state drug discount card puts boner pills within my reach. It’s my only recreational drug; and it’s legal.
I Call the Shots
Lion is worried that he’s calling the shots as far as orgasms are concerned. He’s referring to a conversation in which I said he could have an orgasm any time he wants one but he doesn’t want one. I was teasing him because sometimes he questions why I gave him an orgasm. My response, aside from wondering why he’d question an orgasm, is usually “Why not?” or “Because I wanted to.”
He’s not calling the shots. He gets an orgasm for a variety of reasons.
Sometimes I’ve gone too far when I edge him and he gets one by default because I don’t want him to have a ruined orgasm. Sometimes it’s a special day (i.e. birthday or Christmas). Sometimes he’s horny enough for me to give him one. Whether that’s because I deem he’s waited long enough or he shows me he’s very horny and desperate. Sometimes I just want to give him one whether he’s horny enough, has waited long enough, etc. or not. Either way, it’s my choice.
Lion’s allergies have been killing him lately so there hasn’t been much action in the lion’s den. His last orgasm was eight days ago. Today he feels horny. He also feels yucky. We’ll have to wait till later to see if he wants to snuggle or if he’s up for more.
Not Quite Oz
My allergies continue to plague me. I suspect that something triggered a process that once started, is very difficult to stop. The reason my post is so short today (and late) is because I just couldn’t write last night.
Mrs. Lion thinks I am not interested in sex. When my throat and nose settle down, I most certainly am. It’s too primal to be completely obliterated by mere allergies.
Mrs. Lion said an odd thing the other day. I can’t quite remember the context, but I asked her about the frequency of my orgasms. She replied that I can have them when I want. Is our sexual power exchange ending? I hope not. I suspect that she took my recent writing to heart. I wrote that the male chastity power exchange is by the request of the male. It is. She apparently interpreted that to mean that the actual details are also under my control.
I didn’t mean that at all. Initiating a power exchange doesn’t necessarily mean controlling it once it’s running. No, I don’t want that. Yes, I want enforced male chastity and a FLR with discipline. But I don’t want to operate the levers behind the curtain. I’m not the author of what happens to me. I’m just the very willing victim.
Sometimes, Mrs. Lion takes it too much to heart when I mildly complain about an orgasm given too soon (in my view). Of course, I expect her to tell me, “Too bad. I want you to have one now.”
But since she does this to make me happy, my reviews of her performance mean a lot. The thing is, that I’m not reviewing, just whining. The absolute truth is that I never know what the right wait should be for me. It’s a good thing I don’t get to decide.
The fact that what we do is in place because it works very well for me shouldn’t be interpreted that I get to call any of the shots. I meant it when I said that my surrender is unconditional. In a very real sense, I have no say in when, or for that matter, if I get to ejaculate. I don’t make the rules. I don’t decide what punishments I earn.
All I get to do is request the power exchange and then live inside Mrs. Lion’s rules and boundaries.
