My Take On My Ruined Orgasm

Saturday, as Mrs. Lion mentioned in her post yesterday, we had two sexy opportunities. The first was in our RV, which is parked for the winter next to our house. We got a great foam mattress to replace the rather uncomfortable one that came with our trailer. I wanted test it out. I got naked and Mrs. Lion got more comfortable. We then snuggled and Mrs. Lion teased me for a while. I fell asleep spooning with her. Believe it or not, that was a first. The mattress is really comfortable and we had a good time. Saturday night I was edged again and finally had a ruined orgasm.

I don’t enjoy a ruined orgasm. It has all the disadvantages of a full orgasm: mess that I end up eating, loss of interest in sex afterward that lasts at least a day or two, and that crushing feeling when I know I am past the point of no return but no heart-thumping thrill. I think Mrs. Lion wants, in this case, to use my ruined orgasm to keep me sexually docile while waiting for my cage. I got the feeling that she wanted to reduce the temptation I might have to take matters into my own hands. If that was her plan, it worked.

I think what I dislike most about the ruined orgasm is not the fact that I get so close and just can’t get the satisfaction. That’s no fun, but worse is knowing that my interest in sex goes way down just like it does after a real orgasm. Also, just like a real orgasm, the next day I want to come very badly. I’ve had a few ruined orgasms up till now. Saturday’s was the first Mrs. Lion did on purpose. I’m starting to think that the ruined orgasm has exactly the same effect on me that a real one does. True, it’s no fun, but it causes me to ejaculate and I think my body believes I have come.

It may mean that I need some time before I again reach the level of desperation I had before semen dribbled out. So here I am about midway in a nine day wait. If I’m right, I won’t be really desperate for an orgasm until a day or two before my next scheduled release. I don’t think that is a bad thing, just a prediction. I may turn out to be totally wrong. I’ll let you know.