Just Frustrated

My knee is feeling a lot better. It followed the same recovery period as my neck, which makes sense given it was also a garbage injury. Tonight we’re going to see “Bohemian Rhapsody”. For real, this time. I will drag myself there if need be. As an added bonus, we’ll miss a lot of the election day coverage. I’ve made up my mind. I’ve voted. Stop badgering me with ads and phone calls and the monotonous exit polls, predictions and what happens if this seat goes to that candidate. I mean, I care but only to a certain point.

Of course, I could keep the TV off when we get home and just torture Lion some more. Last night I pulled out my clothespins and, without realizing which ones I’d grabbed, made him suffer through the wooden clothespins with the stair tread on them. They aren’t as bad as the plastic ones but they aren’t as “nice” as the plain,old, boring, wooden clothespins.

In the past I’ve put the clothespins on and just left them while I went about the business of playing with him. I haven’t done that in a long time. I usually make sure I brush against them or tug on them while I jerk him off. What good is pain if it isn’t mixed with pleasure, and vice versa?

I think Lion was sure he was going to get a ruined orgasm. I toyed with the idea of just getting him hard without even edging him. I’ve had that same thought before but I’ve never actually done it. I’m not sure why. I guess I think that would be too mean. I wonder which is worse. If I never get him near the edge, it seems like it would be less of a letdown than getting him oh so close and then stopping. I know he both loves and hates being frustrated. Last night I left him simmering after getting him impossibly close to the edge.

His next choice from the Box O’Fun was the blindfold and one other choice. I remember putting those freebies in there because I figured being blindfolded was fun, but there has to be something else going on to make it really good. Unfortunately, for Lion, his bonus choice was the blue menthol rub. He immediately asked if that was the evil Icy Hot. Nope. Icy Hot is in the box as Icy Hot. The blue menthol rub is the stuff he insisted was too mild – until it hit his balls. Silly boy.