Usually, it’s men who have problems with stamina. Not all men, obviously, but when you hear the words stamina and sex in the same sentence, most people would think of men. I assume it’s in relation to how long they can keep going given the fact that women tend to take longer to climax. In our relationship, I don’t care about sex. It’s not Lion that has the stamina problem.

Yesterday, I said I want to perfect the art of the blow job. Lion graciously offered his body for training purposes. What a guy! Last night, however, it became apparent that I need to work on my stamina too. I’m not saying it took Lion a long time to get hard or anywhere near the edge, but I crapped out before he did. The problem was that my arm went numb. A few nights ago, my shoulders started to hurt. It’s the position I’m in that’s the culprit. And the problem is that once I get him going, I don’t want to change position because that interrupts the flow.

I keep thinking if he’d just get to the edge right now, I’ll be okay. The smart thing would be to interrupt the flow even if it means going back a few squares in his journey to the edge because I’d be better able to continue until he actually reaches said edge. I would rather have him decide he’s done while I can continue than disappoint him when I have to stop. I know I had him going last night. I tried shifting without interruption, but it didn’t work. Tonight, assuming there’s an issue, I’ll stop if I have to change positions.

And if I do have to stop, it’s an opportunity to tease him a little more rather than going right back to sucking him. If he’s already riled up, he should love having my tongue play with that sensitive spot just under his head. I guess change isn’t always a bad thing.

Mrs. Lion is on a quest to deliver the perfect blow job. What a gal! She only has an audience of one to please. That might make it easier. This isn’t the first such quest I’ve heard about. The creator of the Autoblow, a male masturbator that is supposed to accurately simulate oral sex, did similar research. As anyone who has tried a toy like the autoblow, it falls far short of the real thing.

A device like the Autoblow has a limited number of parameters it can control: speed of the up-down motion and the length of the stroke. The amount of pressure applied to the penis is not variable. This sexual entrepreneur hired an artificial intelligence company to study porn videos of women performing fellatio and develop a program that would vary the stroke and speed of a specially-adapted Autoblow to more accurately simulate a blow job.

We got one of these devices. I enjoyed the variation in stroke and speed, but it didn’t resemble a blow job at all. It was doomed from the start. Aside from limited capability, the device follows a fixed routine. A live blow job varies as the woman discovers what excites the man the most. This varies depending on his arousal at any given moment.

For a masturbator to accurately do this, it would need sensors that could accurately measure arousal. That way, if a given motion wasn’t working too well, it would know and try changing. When arousal increased, it could continue what worked.

Mrs. Lion wrote about improving her technique. She said that she liked to change things up. She wondered if I noticed. I definitely feel the difference between techniques. Some I like more than others. I’ve never considered making my blow job like a visit to an optometrist. You know, “Is it better this way, or this way.” It sounds like I need to provide feedback to help her research.

Maybe we need an arousal scale. The doctor always asks, “What is  your pain level?” I’m supposed to give a number between one and ten. One means it doesn’t hurt and ten means I’m about to kill the person who asks me. We could try the same for blow jobs: one means I know that I’m in your mouth and ten that I’m about to go into orbit. Of course, trying to rate sensations could be distracting and defeat the entire point of what she wants to do. Maybe just two values could work: wow and meh.

We will have to discuss this and come up with a way for Mrs. Lion to work on the technique. I give this effort a “Wow”.

Part of our computer system at work is still down. We’re left trying to piece things together to continue doing business. Most of our clients are understanding, but there are a few who are being difficult. We’re only halfway through the day and the staff is frazzled.

Last night, as I sucked Lion, I was thinking about perfecting my craft. I know he says I do a very good job. But I want to be the best. Naturally, practice makes perfect. Of course, Lion will gladly agree to being my muse. Maybe, now that I have a goal, he won’t feel so bad about things being one-sided. That’s not why I want to be the best. It’s sort of a side effect.

It may sound silly to want to do this. I just want to make Lion feel as good as possible. I’m not looking for the quickest way to get him to the edge. I really want to know what to do to get him as excited as possible. I’ve always liked to change things up. I vary the speed. I change where I’m putting pressure. I change the amount of suction. And I vary the depth. I won’t say there’s only one way to do it. Maybe that’s the problem.

Well, not really a problem. Variety is the spice of life, as they say. Maybe I’m already doing everything I need to do. On the other hand, more practice wouldn’t hurt. I don’t think Lion has ever critiqued me. I’ll ask if he noticed a certain thing and, more often than not, he doesn’t even realize I changed anything. I suppose that’s what happens when the blood flow is directed somewhere other than the brain. How can I expect him to think with such a distraction going on?

I guess I’ll just continue on my merry way. The fact that he’s out of breath and unable to move for a few minutes after I’m done with him is verification enough. I may not be quite perfect, but apparently I’m close.

We may have a failure to communicate in the lions’ den. Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday that I didn’t respond to her overtures when she came over on the bed to snuggle. I think that I did. When she put her hand on my thigh, I purred. She commented that her hand was pretty high up for that. What did she want me to do, yell “hint, hint, I’m horny!”? When she didn’t respond to purring, I scooched over to get as close to her as I could. At that point, I figured that she wasn’t feeling great and didn’t want sex.

I decided that I didn’t want to keep asking, “Do you want to do anything?” every night. For one thing, it made me feel that I was pressuring her. She might feel guilty about refusing. So, I figured that she would take the lead if she was in the mood.

When we began male chastity seven years ago, Mrs. Lion agreed to tease me at least once every other day. She faithfully unlocked my chastity device and teased me at least that often. More often than not, she did it every day. I didn’t have to say anything. More recently, this has been true as well. When Mrs. Lion initiates I know she feels well enough to do it, and she is in the mood.

If I ask, she will only say no if she is very sick. I have always had trouble initiating sex. I believe my failure there may be partially responsible for her loss of libido. My problem hasn’t gone away. I don’t like to ask for  one-way sex. That’s even harder than the kind that results in an orgasm for Mrs. Lion. I’ve been doing it lately, but I feel very guilty when Mrs. Lion starts sucking me. The guilt may be partially to blame for me not reaching the edge.

While I wear a chastity device, it seems to act as a reminder for Mrs. Lion to unlock me and tease me. When I am not wearing the device, she forgets. I’m perfectly happy to be locked up again, especially if the result is guilt-free blow jobs. It may be that we need me locked up for sex to work.