I’ve already decided how long Lion will have to wait for his orgasm after this upcoming one. I won’t tell him yet. Why make him twist in the wind when he’s already dealing with his current wait? Now “all” I have to do is decide how he can earn time off or add time. Aside from actually making him wait, this is the most difficult thing for me.

My idea of having him accommodate ever increasing dildo sizes almost certainly won’t work. It’s very time consuming for me. I need something that can be done on autopilot. The other night he was a little upset that I didn’t take him out of his cage to tease him. I played with his balls and licked him through the cage. I liked seeing him try to get hard and press up against the cage. If he expects to be teased every night then he will expect to have a dildo up his ass every night so he can meet the challenge and reduce his wait time. This idea might be better off as a long term challenge for a different prize.

Even on my bitchiest days I don’t want to add time to his sentence. PMS, stress, his interrupting, none of it makes me want to punish him. And actually, given the fact that decisions are not my strong suit, I think it would be counter intuitive to change a decision once I’ve made one. If I were a judge would I sentence someone to twenty years and a week later say, “Just kidding. Ten years.”? Well, yes, I probably would. And that’s the problem. I’m a pushover. So extending his time is not likely to happen.

I think poor Lion is stuck with whatever number I pull out of my hat. It may be as little as one day wait. I can’t imagine it being any more than twelve days. Especially if he needs to be teased every night. I’m sort of burned out in that respect. Although I’m not sure that burned out feeling will go away if the wait is less time. Teasing every night is the same whether the wait is three days or thirty-three days. But if Lion wants to wait longer, we can wait longer. And by that I mean if he says he would like to wait a month then I’ll decide if we wait a month. He’s still just making a request. I do not have to grant it.

I’ll keep trying to convince myself to come up with time off for good behavior or reasons for lengthening his sentence. For now I have his number selected and I’m just waiting for Friday to let him know.

Addendum:  When Lion read this post he said he hadn’t realized teasing was so burdensome. I told him it had gotten to be since he said he needed it every night so he doesn’t feel neglected. Then I realized something that just proves what a slow learner I am; he was steamrolling me again. Too bad if he needs to be teased every night. Who has time for that? He is no longer allowed to make me feel that what I’m doing isn’t enough (she says with that determination she hopes to have one day). Excessive whining and grumbling may very well be the thing that adds to his solitary confinement. Not all whining and grumbling. Some of it is cute and funny. But when it starts to stress me out, that’s when he’ll find himself in trouble.

No Sex
Mrs. Lion means business. When she says, “No” she means it. Last night I really needed teasing, but she firmly refused to take me out of my cage.

(Tuesday, July 1, 2014) Mrs. Lion has been very kind to me. In the past she would give me an orgasm if I asked very nicely.  That stopped when she set my first scheduled orgasm for July 4. I have been waiting nine days and I am really feeling it. However, no amount of begging will get that date moved up. I did ask for it and now I have it. Grrrr!

Last night we reached another turning point. Having learned that Mrs. Lion, like me, needs a nice warm up before the real action begins, I made a point of kissing and touching all those special spots that turn her on. It worked very well. I followed the foreplay with delightful oral sex. I had a great time. She is so tasty! I love the sounds she makes as she orgasms. I was hard and trying to burst out of my cage. I’ve always loved making her come. Yummy lioness!

After we snuggled a bit, I asked if she would tease me. I know that it is hopeless to ask for an early orgasm, however her teasing is certainly wonderful too. She told me she wasn’t going to take my cage off. I did my best to convince her. I used my best puppy dog face, I grumbled and made her laugh; but all to no avail. Finally, she spent some time playing with my penis inside its cage. She commented that I reacted very strongly. Of course I did! It was eight days since my last orgasm and I had just finished a delightful lioness snack. I was ready! If only I could feel her mouth or hand on my cock, even if it left me wanting, it would feel so good. But no, that wasn’t going to happen.

This is a true sea change. Before, even without providing an orgasm to Mrs. Lion, she would take me out of my cage and tease me until I couldn’t take any more. All I had to do was ask. Now, even with her still mellow from several orgasms, she firmly declined my piteous entreaties. Oh cruel Mrs. Lion! I woke up several times during the night with my penis pressing against its cage. My erection didn’t wake me up, but I was surprised it was there each time.

While I am not happy that I have lost my power of persuasion, I am very happy that Mrs. Lion is now firmly in control and I can’t get what I want just by being pathetic. I can’t get what I want, period. Ironically, that’s just what I wanted. Now that I have it, well I am very frustrated. I wrote earlier that I didn’t seem to be suffering from tree-humping horniness. I now officially recant. I am tree-humping horny!

The question is why? I think it is a combination of three things: the length of time since my last orgasm, the amount of teasing I am getting, and most importantly, giving Mrs. Lion a great orgasm. We’ve had me wait nine days with lots of teasing. I was quite comfortable handling the wait. I did want to come, but I wasn’t terribly stressed. Now, at the ninth day again, things are completely different. Since Mrs. Lion’s orgasms last night I am really desperate for sex. Giving her that delightful oral sex turned me on and hasn’t let me turn off. For hours after we finished, I could smell her on my face. It was wonderful. My nocturnal erections were more like they were when I was thirty, not at all typical of someone my age.

Did it turn me on that Mrs. Lion refused to take me out of my cage? No, that wasn’t exciting at all. It was massively frustrating. But it was also really good. I’ve been spoiled all these years. I’ve always had sex on my terms. I don’t feel guilty about that. I’ve always given as well as I got. But I have wanted to surrender control. Now Mrs. Lion has taken control for the first time. She has been decisive about when I will come again, and now is firmly controlling teasing as well. It frustrates the hell out of me. It makes me grumble (for real), but I have to acknowledge that I am getting my wish.

Even better, Mrs. Lion is beginning to provide spanking and other play on her own terms. I know she does these things because she knows I want them and that they turn me on. But now she is doing them as less of a service and more the way I would do them as a top. As a top, I did things that my bottom wanted: spanking, clothespins, etc. However, while I might pick things she wanted, I didn’t let her control how much or how long. I have wanted that from Mrs. Lion. Now I am about to get that too.

Last night, she shared some ideas she had. She wanted to fix my hands above my head when my penis was uncaged. She wanted to do it in a way that was comfortable for me and that would let me rub my nose if it itches. I went down to the basement lion playroom and brought up a pair of heavy-duty velcro cuffs, some chain, and connectors. We set it up and it met her requirement. She also wondered about mittens that would prevent me from using my hands to play with myself if I were not restrained but uncaged. I went back down to my playroom and brought up leather bondage mittens. They almost met her requirements. She said she wanted mittens with little spikes or something to make it hurt if my hands wandered down there. Some years ago, we bought some 3M adhesive tread liner. It’s very coarse sandpaper on a plastic backing that you can glue to steps to prevent slipping. We used it to line a couple of paddles and some clothespins. It really hurts! She wondered if we could use that. I’ve been thinking about it and I believe we can. Tonight I will see if we have any, if not I will get some and put that on the outside of the mittens. I’m sure that will work.

This is all a very big deal to me. It means that Mrs. Lion is no longer doing things because I like them with an eye toward always making it fun for me. She is now taking me at my word and acting as a true top. I’m going to find out how it is to be a real bottom / chaste male. More importantly, even if I hate it, I know it won’t stop. That’s very important to me too. If I have surrendered control, that’s it. This is Mrs. Lion’s show, not mine.

cowgirl position
Lion loves when I ride him. This is the cowgirl position. It’s my favorite too.

When I was teasing Lion the other night, Angel Mrs. Lion made a brilliant discovery. July 4th starts at 12 am. As in one minute past 11:59 pm on July 3rd. Hmmm… if I can keep Lion awake till after midnight then he could technically have his orgasm almost a day earlier than he would normally get it. I know he wouldn’t be expecting it. And it’s not really cheating because it would be the 4th even if it was only by a few minutes. It’s very likely both of us will be asleep long before midnight, but it’s a nice thought.

We’re both looking forward to Lion’s orgasm. The other night when I asked him if he’d rather have a hand job, blow job or Lion riding for his release I was surprised when he didn’t answer right away. I thought for sure he’d pick Lion riding. He loves that. Instead he reminded me that I could go Lion riding any time I want. I know that. As much as I’m looking forward to Lion’s orgasm, I don’t care about my own. It’s been a while since he’s initiated. Not that I mind. I’ve been too caught up in his orgasms or lack thereof.

Besides, like him, it’s not the act itself that is the most satisfying. But while he needs/wants spanking or pegging, etc. as a lead in, I prefer good, old-fashioned caressing and making out as my foreplay. So far Lion’s initiating has not included that part. He keeps worrying that he doesn’t turn me on anymore. That’s partly true, but only in the sense of the connotation of the word. He can turn me on, as in he has the ability to. But he doesn’t turn me on, as in he does not do the things that really turn me on. Does that make sense?

If I just grabbed onto his cock and start pumping, eventually he will get hard and have an orgasm. Eventually. If I spank him and tell him how rosy his cheeks are, then tell him to roll over and play with his balls while rubbing his cock, he will get harder much quicker and be ready to come in no time. Whether I let him come or not is another matter. Similarly, if he just jams a finger into me and starts rubbing, eventually I will have an orgasm. However, if he kisses the back of my neck or runs his fingers just above the crack of my butt and caresses me I will absolutely need his cock or fingers inside me very quickly. I think of it as mechanics versus desire. The first example for both of us shows that mechanically, we will reach orgasm. The second example shows that we want to orgasm more than anything.

Anyway, I look at Lion riding as a way to make him come, more than a way to make me come. So part of me is leaning toward that for his release. But another part of me wants my favorite snack from my favorite toy. A hand job just doesn’t seem to be a big enough reward for making it twelve days.

lion penis comparison
Here are two pictures of my erections. The one on the left is the one Mrs. Lion commented on as not being my full size hardon. The one on the right is when I am super excited. Note the extra skin on the left, just below the head that is stretched out on the right. Click the image for a larger, full color version.

(Monday, June 30 2014) Last night Mrs. Lion responded to my thought that going straight to teasing may not produce a full-blown erection. I do get hard, but she observed that there are times I am larger and there is much less loose skin on my penis (see the images right). So, in the interest of science she administered a foreplay spanking. I had discovered a paddle in my home office closet that I had purchased some years ago. It is made of rubber about an inch thick. It is heavy and I was told by the women I used it on, that it is the meanest paddle they ever experienced. That’s a compliment, by the way. I got requests for repeat performances. That paddle had never been used on me. Mrs. Lion fixed that omission.

She warmed me up with her hands and a nasty, stinging wood paddle, then used the rubber one. Due to its weight and relatively small surface area, it packed a great punch. It was thuddy, almost no sting at all. I have no doubt that when Mrs. Lion is more comfortable with more energetic swats, this paddle will leave marks. She has yet to sit on my back and use swats hard enough to make me try to escape, but I am sure that will happen. She will do it in her good time. After the spanking, my butt was toasty but not in pain. She had me roll over and teased me. Her theory was correct! I got significantly harder (longer) when she played with me.

She has another theory. She thinks that one reason I am not reaching my maximum size is that I know I will not be allowed to orgasm. She said that because of that, my penis holds back. Therefore, she said, we will try a new clone-a-willy a couple of days after my July 4th gala orgasm (she wants to wait a day or two to let my weenie recover from its orgasm). My theory is that my penis, or for that matter my brain, has no control over whether I know or don’t know the outcome of her stimulation. It is the other activities: spanking, being tied down, cock and ball bondage, etc. that arouse me further. Does this mean that Mrs. Lion’s hand isn’t enough? Absolutely not! It means that given my age and pharmaceutically-assisted low blood pressure,  it takes more to get me to my maximum size. When I am teased, I am hard; hard enough to easily provide fun intercourse. It’s just that there is more available. Mrs. Lion noticed that there was some loose skin on my penis that disappears when I am at full staff (see images). In fact, if it weren’t for the disastrously small lion dildo, this topic would have never come up.

You’d think that the longer I am deprived, the harder I would get when stimulated. I certainly thought so. Just as I thought that the longer I did without, the more semen I would produce. As written in an earlier post, I was surprised to discover that only one day after a copious semen display, I repeated it. Another lion theory down the tube, or more accurately, out of the tube.

Mrs. Lion has been teasing me nearly every day lately. She’s doing it, I think, because I mentioned how lonely it feels without any attention. I am loving it. The intimacy and arousal are amazing. In fact, when she asked me what my preference would be for my orgasm, handjob, oral, or lion-riding, I couldn’t answer. Before, I think I would have said anything but handjob. But the truth is that Mrs. Lion’s hand has become a incredible place for my penis. She has always provided the best oral sex I ever experienced, and well, I love when she rides me. So, when she asked for a preference, I was completely stumped. Oral has one advantage: I don’t have to eat my semen. I probably do if she rides me, but what a delightful way to have it served! And with a handjob, I end up eating out of the palm of her hand. I can’t make the decision!

Speaking of lion riding (the position is generally referred to as “cowgirl*” or “reverse cow girl*”), I reminded her that she could always do that without allowing me to come.  She said she knows. I hope she will want to do that one day soon. If not, I am very happy with our present situation.

Speaking of our present situation, Mrs. Lion committed to making me wait 12 days. Today is the eighth day. Her nearly-daily teasing is having the desired effect. I really want to come. Oh boy, do I! The other night she asked if I would eat my semen if she let me come. Without pause, I said yes. Of course I know I have to anyway unless she wants it too much to share. I only have four nights to go before I get to come again. I can’t wait. I think this is a new beginning in our adventure. It’s a good thing I have to wear this cage. It keeps the erection that keeps starting confined when I am out in public or at work.

Speaking of cages, my adjusted cage with the replacement base ring is being mailed today. It should be here on Wednesday. I hope it fits perfectly. Of course I will post a picture when I try it on.


* “Cowgirl” is a sexual position where the woman straddles the man facing his head. “Reverse Cowgirl” is when she straddles facing his feet. It is more difficult for me to come when Mrs. Lion is in the cowgirl position, and much easier when she is doing reverse cowgirl. So for beginning orgasm control, I hope she uses cowgirl. I think she has much better orgasms in that position anyway.