On Notice
I didn’t get any cleaning done this weekend like I should have. Now I have to do it between tonight and whatever time we schedule dinner on Thursday. The house doesn’t look as bad as it has in the past, but there’s still a lot to do. Since most of it requires lifting and stirring up dust, Lion can’t help. I just have to plug away at it.
Lion informed me this morning that he’s horny again. He may have been last night too but his allergies drowned out any desire for sex. Tonight I’ll change the bed linens again and see if that helps him. I’m hoping we can snuggle at least.
Lion also informed me it’s punishment day. He’s been trying very hard not to get himself into trouble. I have a feeling he might be in danger on Thursday when he’s cooking and guests are coming. He swears he’s good under pressure but I’ve seen him get frazzled when things don’t go quite as expected. I’m thinking he might make some comments that will earn his buns a whomping. Thursday is punishment day as well. Those whomps could happen once the guests leave. It depends on how exhausted we are after cooking/cleaning all day.
The fact is, our guests are my friend and her mother. And my friend more or less invited herself to dinner and then asked if her mother could come too. My friend is an acquired taste. She has some idiosyncrasies. Lion can handle her in small doses. Dinner sits right on the border of too long. Perhaps he’s correct to make comments. But that’s rude and Lion is not allowed to be rude. For now I’ll just put him on notice that I’ll be watching. I’m sure a well aimed glare in his direction will alert him that he’s getting close to the line.
Lion’s a good boy. I know he can behave for an afternoon.
Strange Bedfellows
My long wait is over. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. After four years of orgasm denial, I’m accustomed to sexual frustration. There were frustrated moments, but not nearly as many as I anticipated when I was informed how long the wait would be. Actually, I liked the idea of a 22 day-plus wait. It was a challenge. It’s not a challenge I want all the time, but it was interesting this time. I’ve updated both the orgasm chart and the stats that appear in the right column of the browser.
Mrs. Lion has mentioned that she enjoys the suspense and tension of trying to get me as close as possible to ejaculation without going over the edge. From my side of the activity, I can feel the process in action. She starts out getting me very excited, but not really to the edge. Then, she sneaks up on it; each time is closer and closer. Then, when she gets me right to the edge, she waits just a few seconds and does it again. This is the most dangerous time. If she restarts too soon after pushing me to the edge, I will pick up where she left off and ejaculate. I imagine this is when she feels the thrill of the challenge.
Needless to say, the process is extremely exciting for me too. I want Mrs. Lion to succeed. When she gets me very close, I feel the tension too. I try to keep my PC muscles loose (they are the ones you tighten to pucker your anus). I fear that tightening them would provide help for the oncoming ejaculation. In fact, that’s true. It’s those muscles that put the squirt into ejaculation. The fact that they don’t retract during a ruined orgasm is why the semen just runs out with no pressure behind it.
If she goes too far, she gets a feeling of failure. I get a ruined orgasm, which I dislike. It’s a lose-lose situation. While at the moment this is all going on, I really want to come. But I don’t want it to be a ruined orgasm. Her goal is to edge me multiple times and create sexual frustration. My goal is to avoid a ruined orgasm. We both want the same thing, but definitely not for the same reason.
No No-vember
As I was playing with Lion in the sling yesterday I came up with a title for today’s post. It was going to be “No-vember” because at that point in time I was considering having Lion wait until December 1 for his orgasm. The problem I’m having is that I think we’re closer to the end of November. There’s still quite a bit of month left over after Thanksgiving. Ultimately I decided his wait was long enough.
What happens now? As I’ve said, I was not prepared for how the long wait would affect me. I like giving Lion orgasms. I hate being under the stress of having to stop short to avoid an orgasm that would end the try for a record run. It’s been at least two years since we set the previous 21-day record. (I deemed his 22-day wait inconsequential since it was after his surgery and he didn’t care about sex at all.) Clearly we’re not concerned about long waits. We’ll probably go back to our normal four to ten days with a few slightly longer thrown in for good measure.
Yesterday Lion said he thinks he misses wearing the cage. He says having access to an emergency key is not the best idea. I wouldn’t put the cage back on him if he didn’t have the emergency key. What if he’s injured and needs medical attention? He can’t go in an MRI with the cage on. It will show up plain as day in an x-ray. “Do you have any metal implants?” “No, but I have a cage on my cock.” I’d rather he has the means to remove it than have it cut off. I’m putting my foot down on that one.
Will we go back to the cage? I don’t know. I think I view it the same way I view diapers and panties. It’s not an every day thing but once in a while would be fun. I also stand by the idea of it perhaps being used as punishment. If Lion can’t follow rules he should feel my power.
While we’re on the subject, I might try something different for a bit. A new experiment of sorts. Maybe I’ll tell Lion when he’ll have an orgasm and if he breaks a rule I’ll decide whether I want to spank him or make him wait another day. I haven’t worked out the bugs yet. I just now thought of it. But if I were to tell him, say on a Wednesday during our normal email conversations, that he would be getting an orgasm that night and during the course of the day he spilled food or interrupted, the punishment could be spanking or loss of that orgasm. My choice, of course. And I guess it wouldn’t be limited to one day. There’s no reason I couldn’t make him wait two or three or more depending on how severe infraction. Every so often Lion brings that idea up in a post and wonders why I’ve only ever done it once. Well, new experiment. We’ll try it and see how it works.
Afterglow
Yesterday it finally happened. After 28 days Mrs. Lion gave me a fantastic blow job culminating with a truly awesome orgasm. This is the record wait for me. Mrs Lion said that it may be the all time record for me. I’m glad.
I was concerned that after such a long wait my orgasm would be more pain than fun. It wasn’t. OK, it also wasn’t the best ever, but it was very good and lasted longer than any orgasm I can remember. Relief at last!
I think we both learned from the long wait. My interest in ejaculation waxed and waned and then returned with a vengeance. Even though I was edged almost every night, the sharp punctuation of ejaculation made a dent in our intimacy. I can’t explain it, but we both noticed.
I enjoyed breaking my record. It was more of a “See I can do it,” than any real feeling of accomplishment. I’m not interested in treating sex as an abstinence challenge. I prefer a balance between the tension of waiting and the ultimate satisfaction of ejaculation.
The deed was done late Saturday afternoon. Now I am basking in the glow of my long-delayed release. So, please excuse the very brief post. I want to go back to basking.
