The other night, we tried some lube with Lion humping my hand. I didn’t really expect him to hump my hand right away. He usually does it when he gets close. It’s extremely difficult not to move your hand when you’re used to jerking someone off. Things did not end well. I’m not sure why.

We got a set of dice the other day. I think there are seven smallish dice. I said something about them being small, and Lion decided we needed bigger dice. Do the bigger dice roll differently from the smaller dice? I don’t think so. Like everything else, he has to research and go bigger and better, or just more. To his chagrin, the new dice, along with the original dice, have stayed on my nightstand so far. [Lion — Grrr.]

When we used the lube, I didn’t roll the dice to decide on a hand job. It didn’t seem necessary. I wanted to jerk him off with lube. End of story. If I’d wanted to leave it to chance, I would have rolled the dice. I’m not entirely sure why we need the dice. Is it to add a gaming element to things? Are we supposed to roll the dice every night to see what happens, or only when I’ve decided there’s a potential for things to happen? If I’ve already decided there’s a potential, I’ve probably decided what I want to do. The difference with the dice is the added possibility of no sex or Lion riding. The truth is, any time I jerk him off, I have it in the back of my mind that I could ride him. I thought about it the other night when he was all slathered up. Would he have gotten over the top if I had ridden him? Probably.

sex game
Lion’s one die sex game. Click to enlarge.

Lion mapped out the numbers on one die the other day. Additional possibilities can be achieved with the addition of another die. I’m tasked with figuring out what those possibilities are. They can’t be the same. What if he rolls a three and a one? Does the no sex cancel out the hand job or does the hand job cancel out the no sex? Here’s what I came up with quickly: 1 = nothing extra, 2 = rope (balls tied, etc.), 3 = clothes pins, 4 = IcyHot, 5 = bondage, 6 = anal penetration. Of course, there are problems with rolling both dice. If die number one comes up with oral or vaginal, IcyHot is not practical. I’m sure Lion would say that’s fine with him. He hates IcyHot anyway. It would be absolutely no problem to go without burning balls. What a guy! Making the ultimate sacrifice to go without IcyHot for the sake of oral or vaginal sex. He’s my hero.

I’m thinking of rolling the die (dice) today. What will we come up with? I hope it isn’t snake eyes.

lion's balls
Yup, these are my balls.

Balls: rubber balls, bowling balls, baseballs, and yes, my balls. These bedonkers hang behind our cocks. Some women like to tickle and play with them. Some like to lick and suck them. Some like to slap them and tie them up. Others avoid them like the plague. Their owners also have diverse opinions about testicular attention. I, for one, appreciate all sorts of activities for them.

Most men will agree that their balls are very sensitive. It’s easy to hurt them in a very unerotic way. We protect them instinctively. You’d think that something as sensitive as balls wouldn’t be so exposed. They have to be. Sperm, the product that balls produce, is very delicate. It needs to be kept slightly below body temperature (98.6o F), but not too far below for viability. The scrotum is a thin muscle sheath that expands and contracts to provide a sort of sperm thermostat. There are also a lot of nerve endings in the scrotum.

fun and games

lion's balls tied tight

Assuming that the balls aren’t currently needed to fertilize an egg, they offer interesting possibilities to the adventurous female who wants to play with her man. The first step is to remove any hair on the scrotum and perineum. Hair gets in the way of most fun and games. Some soft, lightweight rope (Amazon 1/8-inch nylon rope) is perfect for the job. If you precut lengths (6ft, 3ft, 8ft) and seal the ends with a match, you will have a nice ball bondage kit. It’s a very interesting feeling to have my balls tied and separated. When Mrs. Lion gives me a handjob with my balls tied, they bounce and rub the bed under them. Using rope, winding it round and round, she can stretch my balls quite far.

lion's balls covered with clothespins

Another fun game for the adventurous lioness is to apply clothespins to the scrotum. Standard wood clothespins are a good starter (Amazon clothespins). They pinch, but not unbearably. Mrs. Lion likes to see how many she can get on my balls, perineum, and penis. Her record so far is 46. If she pulls the clothespins off without squeezing them open, it’s a whole new, painful experience. She removes them one at a time, allowing me a chance to “savor” each painful removal. Plastic clothespins (Amazon plastic clothespins) are much “gripper” and hurt a lot more than their wooden sisters.

icyhot spray

One of Mrs. Lion’s favorites is applying IcyHot (IcyHot spray) to my balls and perineum. She also applies the cream version and massages it in. She’s careful to avoid the versions that contain Lidocaine (an anesthetic). She wants me to feel the heat. This is one sort of play, like plastic clothespins, that I hate when she does it, but get aroused thinking about it. Mrs. Lion is perfectly happy watching me squirm as my balls roast.

Last but not least is a more exotic form of ball fun: electricity. Devices designed to cause muscles to contract using a small electrical charge are available at reasonable prices. We bought one to help me with shoulder pain. If she applies two conductive adhesive pads to my scrotum and then carefully turns up the juice, my balls will contract and expand with each pulse. Years ago, I had a friend with one of these machines, and she loved watching what it did to my balls. It didn’t hurt; it just felt weird.

No, I’m not all better yet. I definitely feel better than I did at the beginning of the week, but still not quite there. I ate some Activia yesterday. Vile stuff. Today I’m trying acidophilus. I’ve had this, whatever it is, before but it never lasted this long. Maybe I’m old and this is just one more system that is letting me know I can’t eat or drink whatever I want to anymore. Of course, I have no idea what I might have eaten or drunk to cause this, but that’s part of the fun of life.

Lion ordered some lube. I think it may be the same as the lube we already have that’s lost in a box somewhere. Naturally, that’s the way it works. You can’t find something, so you order another, and inevitably, the original shows up again. It’s magic. Anyway, we’ll have to take this lube for a test run. Will he get an orgasm out of the deal? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just tease him. Maybe I’ll go further. He won’t be getting a blow job if he’s slathered with lube, but handjobs are working again, so we shall see. I think I’m feeling well enough to jerk him off.

lion  being spanked on bare bottom

I have to get back to unpacking. We have a habit of ordering things that have no homes, and they just sit around. My once-clean table is covered with stuff again. Lion usually blames clutter on me, but on more than one occasion, I have taken my clutter off the table, and it’s still more than half full of his clutter. With a three-day weekend, I intend to make the house more presentable. I know I won’t get through all the boxes, but things are just tossed around. If I organize the mess, it will look better.

And, of course, an extra day off means more time for Lion fun. If that fun involves spanking, I’m not sure how much fun he’ll have, but he can reminisce about his spanking after the pain dies down a bit. He’s wired like that. (I just noticed that “wired” and “weird” have the same letters. Coincidence? He’s weird like that, too.)

sex game

Mrs. Lion loves games. She spends time almost every day playing them on her iPad or computer. She used to consider our domestic discipline a game (for her). She liked catching me break rules and didn’t mind paddling me when I was caught. I liked it too. For me, it was a high-stakes activity. Mrs. Lion’s spankings are no joke. As a very nice side effect, I learned to do what she wanted. Spill food, get spanked. Guess what? I don’t spill food.

The problem with this game is that Mrs. Lion has run out of ideas for rules. Without a set of rules to enforce, there’s nothing to catch me doing wrong. The game withers and dies. I miss it. I think she does too. She got a certain gleam in her eye when she caught me breaking a rule. Even though I knew it meant ten minutes on the spanking bench, I did too. Sure, I ended up with a sore bottom much of the time, but I also felt more connected with my lioness.

Another game possibility intrigues me. It probably won’t appeal to Mrs. Lion. It’s about sex. I realize that orgasm control and male chastity are games we have played for over ten years. In fact, they are no longer games for us. We’ve done it so long that Mrs. Lion’s control of my orgasms is our way of life. Since Mrs. Lion lost interest in sex for herself, there seem to be just two possibilities for me: oral sex or a handjob. Mrs. Lion decides what she wants to do. Sometimes, she will accept my suggestions.

There is a third possibiity that so far Mrs. Lion has avoided. She could ride me without having an orgasm herself. The last time she did that was in 2018. I would love it. If she rode me in the reverse cowgirl position, I would orgasm without getting her off. She’s capable of orgasms; she just doesn’t want to have them.

The game I’m thinking about involves determining what if any, kind of sex I get. Assuming Mrs. Lion feels well enough to get me off, maybe we can use a random method of determining what happens. If we are just deciding between handjob or blowjob, a flip of a coin can make that decision–heads, it’s oral; tails, handjob. If we want to add lion-riding to the mix, we need to do something more complex.

Given that riding me is more work for Mrs. Lion and obviously something she’s avoided, we want to make that harder to get. We could roll a die. If it comes up with a six, she rides me. Any other even number, it’s oral; odd numbers get a handjob. That gives me a one-in-six chance of being ridden, a three-in-five chance of a handjob, and a tow-in-five chance of oral. If she wants to even the odds, she can make rolling a one mean no sex for me that night.

Sound like fun?