My theory that I caused Lion’s sore spot appears to be correct. I’ve wondered if I injured him with my teeth when I did my Hoover impression. Since I was sucking so hard, I think I nicked him with my tooth and caused the bruise. I can’t explain why it turned from bruise to weird white spot or why it morphed into an apparent scar. However, as I sucked him last night, Lion noticed that my tooth does occasionally hit that spot. I told him I’ll get dentures so I can gum him and we won’t have an issue in the future. (In college, my roommate used to file her teeth down. I don’t know if she had similar issues biting her partners.)
I haven’t been sucking Lion as hard. That one time was it. I’m not even sure why I did it then, but I guess it was a bad idea. He did ask me the other night to not suck as hard. I wasn’t aware I was sucking hard but I loosened up anyway. I don’t want to hurt him again.
Despite the fact that it was late (after 8:30), I was able to get Lion to the edge easily. He reset the wait time. We’re at three days today, I believe. I’m happy he was horny enough to get to the edge after only two days. That hasn’t been the case lately. When I was done with him, he was still spread eagle across the bed for a few minutes. It took him some time to catch his breath. Job well done!
Of course, I’m not sure if his horniness stems from the punishment spanking he got for forgetting to set up the coffee pot. So far he’s remembered to do it since his blunder the other day. I asked him if he was trying to avoid more swats. He is. Good boy. He seemed a little thin-skinned while I was swatting him. Maybe he needs more practice taking swats. A maintenance spanking may not do much for his mind, but I think it helps his buns remember. Perhaps we’ll have to do some experiments in that area.
Over the last seven years, I have learned to cherish the orgasms I’m allowed to experience. For almost my entire post-pubescent life I’ve had at least one a day. A very large percentage of those daily orgasms were with partners. When one wasn’t available, I masturbated. I thought that this was the way to remain sexually active; you know, use it or lose it.
When Mrs. Lion lost interest in sex I tried to keep the home fires burning by masturbating at least three times a week. I wasn’t really enjoying it but felt it was important to keep the equipment in good shape. I missed sex with my lioness terribly. Then I got the bright idea of enforced male chastity. I reasoned that even if my opportunities to ejaculate were limited by wearing a male chastity device, the role of keyholder would remind Mrs. Lion to pay some sexual attention to me. Sneaky lion.
It worked. We both got into orgasm denial. At first, Mrs. Lion would unlock me every night and jerk me off. I discovered that this frequency was too much for me. Maybe the years of two-to-three-times-a-week had recalibrated me. Perhaps I was wanting to experience the frustration of having to wait. After all, that was what I expected when I asked to be locked up. Mrs. Lion was agreeable when I asked her to make me wait more than one day.
She edged me every day or two. She jerked me off a couple of times a week. Over the first three years, I rarely went more than four days between ejaculations. Then I needed shoulder surgery. I wasn’t interested in sex for over 20 days. When I felt better, my twice-a-week orgasms resumed.
Meanwhile, I changed in an unexpected (for me, at least) way. I lost interest in masturbating. On the night Mrs. Lion agreed to lock me up, I told her I had been jerking off. She was surprised. She had no idea I masturbated. I was surprised when she told me that she didn’t ever want me to do that again. Really? Every guy jerks off. No matter. She hates the idea of me getting myself off. That same night she had me jerk off while she watched. That was the last time for me.
I still don’t understand her dislike of letting me masturbate. In prior relationships when my partner was tired or not in the mood for sex, she might have me masturbate while she “helped,” usually by tickling my balls. A lot of women find watching men masturbate a fun spectator sport, not Mrs. Lion.
Because I was locked in a chastity device except when she was teasing me, I couldn’t masturbate if I wanted to. After over three years of nearly-continuous lockup, I lost interest in jerking off. I haven’t even thought about getting myself off in years. Mrs. Lion is my only sexual outlet.
In the last six months or so I ejaculate about every two weeks. I don’t think Mrs. Lion decided to extend my waits. It is harder for her to get me to the edge for about ten days after an orgasm. We both thought it was just a normal change in my sexual cycle. It might be. It may just be that it takes more stimulation (longer time) to get me to the edge. I start losing confidence that I can come and lose my erection. When Mrs. Lion persists, she can almost always get me there if she wants.
Since she stops before I get close to orgasm, when I finally get to that point after 10 – 14 days, I’m in no rush to ejaculate. I like the extreme excitement I feel when she brings me to the brink. That’s why I asked her to start the clock when she gets me that far, not before. This can push my waits to well over 20 days. She doesn’t like this very much.
Another more-tiring-for-Mrs.-Lion approach could be to try to reverse the trend and get me to the edge as soon after I ejaculate as she can. Maybe even give me orgasms as often as she can produce them. I’m certain not to love this technique very much, but maybe it can reverse the trend to longer waits that she doesn’t like.
I would guess that in the beginning, she will not get me too far for the first week or so. Over time this is bound to change. If you think that this is just a sneaky way to get more orgasms, you are wrong. The current pace is just fine with me. It’s comfortable and fun. At least, in the beginning, much more frequent ejaculation won’t be nearly as much fun for me. Eventually, I will get used to the new, more frequent pace and enjoy it. Then Mrs. Lion can make me wait 20 days again. Mean lioness!
We didn’t test out whether or not I could get Lion excited the day after a ruined orgasm. I was busy making packets of Lion’s prescriptions and vitamins. It always seems to take longer than I think it will. We were both tired. And, although we both slept late today, we’re both tired again today. I’m sure we’ll find the energy to do something tonight.
This morning I discovered that Lion had forgotten to put the coffeepot together. I told him he did. He said he wasn’t sure if he’d done it or not and was sort of mad at himself. He asked if I wanted him to put it together this morning. When I said I’d already done it, it seemed like he thought that sealed the deal. Was I not going to punish him if he did it this morning? No. If I get to it first, he’s in trouble. He asked if I knew he’d be in trouble last night. Sometimes I notice the coffee pot still in the dish drainer when I get the dog’s ice cream. I may think Lion will be in trouble, but many times he’s either sneaked into the kitchen in the middle of the night or he does it in the morning before I go to the kitchen. I’m never “sure” I have him.
Then he asked me why I didn’t tell him he was in trouble. Huh? I had to think about that one. I’d said, “Someone forgot to put the coffee pot together.” I think that’s what I usually say. I may tell him he’s due a spanking for forgetting the coffee pot, but usually I just tell him he forgot. What’s the difference? Apparently a lot.
I say this knowing that Lion will then say he won’t say anything ever again, but when I say or do something a certain way and he asks why I didn’t do it another way, it makes me feel like I can’t do anything right. I mean, doesn’t he know he’s in trouble if I tell him he forgot the coffee pot? Doesn’t he know he’s in trouble if I ask him if he ate first? Do I actually have to tell him, “You ate first. You’ll get swats for that.”? If I said he earned a punishment, obviously he’d need to know why. On the other hand, sometimes I don’t punish him for things he’s done wrong. As usual, I can see both sides. I think I need to be better at following through with punishments, but I don’t think I should have to tell him he’ll be punished. If it’s not clear, he can certainly ask.
To be clear, I don’t want Lion not to ask questions. I also don’t want him to stop pointing out things I might be doing wrong. I guess I’m the one who needs to stop doing things. I need to get thicker skin. I need to figure out how to not hear criticism when he’s just asking a question. Remember the contact lens fiasco? Yeah. Me too.
As Mrs. Lion wrote yesterday, I had a ruined orgasm on Friday night. It’s the first one since July. It crept up on both of us. I felt myself coming close and my hips were moving a little. Then, suddenly I felt a muscle tighten in my right thigh — a sure sign an ejaculation has begun — and that was it. Mrs. Lion stopped just after that muscle tightened. That was it. Since she was giving me a blow job, she was able to catch the semen that dripped out. She likes that.
She also wrote that I might be horny again on Saturday night. Since I am writing this post on Saturday afternoon, we shall see. From my reading, the ability to ejaculate again after a ruined orgasm is based on whether or not all of my semen supply was exhausted. Some men can have multiple ruined orgasms. If there is a good supply of semen stored up, then they can. The incomplete orgasm that constitutes a ruined orgasm only empties the semen in the chamber just below the base of the erect penis. This chamber fills as arousal gets very close to ejaculation.
In a normal orgasm, muscle spasms refill the chamber, and the fluid squirts out. This happens over and over until no more is left. Apparently, I have a very small supply that usually only partially fills the chamber. That’s why my erection fades quickly after the ruined orgasm. If I had a larger supply, I would have remained at least partially hard and could be coaxed into either another ruined orgasm or a complete one. Some men can have four or five ruined orgasms in a row. You can see a good example of this on YouPorn. Here is a link (part of my research).
Mrs. Lion is right that I might be horny. It depends on my semen production, apparently. If I have a supply, even one too small to appear, I will want sex. Mrs. Lion can encourage semen production by teasing me during the day. Each time I’m stimulated to get an erection and hold it for a while, my body gets to work. This is one reason why I want her to take frequent teasing breaks without trying to edge me. A once-a-day session is nice and I love it. However, more frequent, smaller sessions are very helpful as well.
just published: a great, new spanking book
My friend Julie of Strict Julie Spanks has just published her book, Julie’s Spankings: A Semi-Autobiographical Account of a Young Wife’s Husbandly Spankings and Embarrassingly Public Punishments in a Family and Church Setting. It’s available on Amazon Kindle. Click the title to visit the order page. I had the privilege of copy-editing the book. It’s extremely hot with chapter after chapter of sexy spanking and humiliation scenes. If you are a fan of her blog, like I am, you know how arousing her writing can be. The book is free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers and only a few bucks for the rest of us. By the way, the sexy cover shot is really her!
get the red in
Her red bottom in the picture is real. I have had a problem reproducing accurately the way my bottom looks after a spanking. I’ve tried using a point-and-click camera as well as a semi-pro DSLR. The red seems to fade to nothing. Julie shared a technique she developed to “get the red out”. It doesn’t enhance the color, just brings it out to the actual way a freshly-spanked bottom looks.
Recently, I published a picture of my rear after a spanking. I used Julie’s technique to correct the color. Mrs. Lion looked at it and pronounced that it accurately reproduced how I looked when she was done. We can’t figure out why digital cameras have this problem. I’m an experienced photographer and I’ve worked with the camera-raw images (no corrections applied by the computer in the camera). The red is barely visible. It turns out that judicious color correction can bring it back. That’s what I’ve been doing. Mrs. Lion reviews and certifies there is no exaggeration. Below you can compare the before and after images.
It always bothered me that we couldn’t accurately show spanking results. Now we can!