What Would You Do For A Nice Blow Job? (Sung to the tune of, “What would you do for a Klondike Bar.”)

It never fails to surprise me how Mrs. Lion and I end up thinking and writing about very similar things. In her post yesterday, “Super Horny,” she wrote about edging me the night before. She wondered about edging me day after day until I was at the limit and just had to come.  I commented that in the past when she asked me if I wanted to come and if I replied that I did, she would let me ejaculate. It spoils the fun of the power exchange if I can simply say I want an orgasm and then get it.

She did write that maybe she would say no and make me wait. She went on to say that she may make me wait a day or two more. She also wrote that it would be fun to make me wait until I had reached a limit and just had to come. I agree. But how would she know I had reached that point? More importantly, how would I know?

The only time to ask me if I want to come is when I have just been edged within a stroke of ejaculation. At that moment I should be at my most desperate. I can honestly say that most of the time when I have just been edged I am conflicted. Part of me wants to ejaculate. Another part wants to wait and have more fun.

Mrs. Lion also wrote that she wished I had a meter that told her how close to ejaculating I am. That would make it easier to avoid ruined orgasms. Sadly, I’m not equipped with one of those. However, there may be a “meter” to determine how desperate I am for an orgasm. I haven’t thought this through, but wouldn’t a good way to decide if I am really at a limit is to ask me if I would do or take something if allowed to come? What would I do for a Klondike Bar?

For example, Mrs. Lion might say, “If I let you come now, your next orgasm will be at least 20 days from now. Are you that desperate?” Her Lion meter would be my agreeing to that. Or, she might ask me if I would trade a disciplinary spanking right after my orgasm for a chance to come? You get the idea. The best way to gauge sexual desperation is to offer an unpleasant trade in exchange for ejaculation.

It can’t be too unpleasant since I don’t think my desperation would ever rise high enough to do anything for a chance to come. Mrs. Lion has a good arsenal of things I dislike. The other key to this is to ask the question when I am most desperate. If you asked me right now while I am writing this post, I wouldn’t be all that interested. But, if you ask me while I am panting from being edged, my willingness to make a deal might improve.

Mrs. Lion likes games. I guess I do too. This one might be fun for her. She gets to work out the “price” of ejaculation and then watch me try to decide if I want to buy an orgasm. Even if I agree, she can still say no. Cruel lioness!

other games

Another area we might want to think about is our spanking games. We only play Spankball and Spankardy if I ask to play. I think it would be more fun for me if Mrs. Lion decides when we play. By that I mean she can just say, “Tonight we are playing Spankardy.” The same is true of Spankball. She doesn’t even have to tell me before or during the game. She can just announce it at any time, even a day later. The score is known. She may miss the turnover swats, but that isn’t much at all.

This all comes down to Mrs. Lion being more proactive. When in the past she has been, we both had more fun.

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What do you think?