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We tested the massage table yesterday. I think it was around 5. I had no idea what I was going to do with Lion. He’d asked if he had to wait until later. I wasn’t sure I’d have any more idea what to do with him later, so I got things ready.

Aside from waxing him on the other massage table, the only thing I’ve done is give him a hand job. I brought some lube and a box of tissues in and started off with a ball and weenie massage. The table is a little higher than the spanking bench but lower than the other massage table. I had no idea how to adjust it beforehand, so I left it the way it was. As I jerked him off, I worked my other hand toward his asshole. It turns out the table will need to be a little higher for me to comfortably peg him while jerking him off. It may not work then, but it was definitely not comfortable at that height. Live and learn.

It had been 18 days since his last orgasm. He might have missed a few days when he wasn’t feeling well. I don’t keep track. That’s his job. I wasn’t sure if I should edge him or give him an orgasm. In the end, I decided to see if he could go all the way. I know he’s been horny. I also know he may not be back to full strength. Not only did he make it all the way, he actually produced semen. Sure. He would since he had lube all over, and I couldn’t enjoy it. Dammit.

I’m really just glad he got to come, and giving me any sort of cream filling is a very nice bonus. I hope he continues to do it. He said it was another weird orgasm. I wonder if the two things are connected somehow. His last few orgasms have been less than satisfactory for him. Maybe the cream filling will bring him more enjoyable orgasms. I hope so.

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I have been thinking about sex. I know, what a shock! I’m not talking about how sex feels. I have a vague memory of that. I’m talking about how it works. For example, the most common way to give a man an orgasm is to simulate the motion of intercourse. A hand or mouth can move up and down, the same way intercourse happens. Young women learn to use their hands and mouths early on, often before experiencing vaginal sex.

Women are different. Most don’t reach orgasm via a penis or other object moving in and out of their vaginas. They need clitoral stimulation. The technique for doing this doesn’t resemble genital sex at all. I circular motion of the finger or tongue usually suffices. Isn’t it odd that women get pleasure more reliably in a non-penetrative mode? Sure, many enjoy vaginal stimulation in addition to clitoral activity but don’t require it.

Female orgasm isn’t required for reproduction. A woman has to be receptive to a male, but orgasm is unnecessary for fertilization. Males, on the other hand, have to ejaculate for fertilization to take place. I suppose that a female orgasm occurring before the male might encourage her to end the session without ejaculation. Sex, after all, is primarily the way animals reproduce.

This came to mind when Mrs. Lion started jerking me off. Obviously, sex isn’t about reproduction for us. It’s social. Through chastity training, she has become my only source of sexual release. I like to believe that makes me unusual. Before male chastity, I masturbated when I wanted release. Sure, I loved it when Mrs. Lion had sex with me, but I didn’t depend on her. She never masturbated. I was her only outlet. When I was trained not to masturbate, she became mine.

No matter what other power exchanges we had going on, my sexual pleasure could only come from her. For a while, that notion bothered me. It didn’t seem fair. From the time I was eleven, I masturbated when the need struck. Now I had to wait for her to decide to get me off. It took me a long time to stop dwelling on it. I only grumble about it now when Mrs. Lion edges me.

I’ve gone from the standard mammalian guarantee of male orgasm with sex to the more traditional female uncertainty of a happy ending. I’ve been told this change is good for me.

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My jaunt to the post office and grocery store took more out of me than I realized yesterday. I woke up to achiness near my tailbone, which I assumed would work itself out once I started moving around. It did not. It continues this morning, but I am determined not to let it get in my way. I am also determined to play with Lion on the new massage table. And do what with him? I have no idea. We have to figure out the height of it so I’m sure it will take some trial and error. It’s a good thing I have a willing guinea pig in Lion.

The last time I mowed the lawn, the lawn mower kept quitting on me. It was hot and dry. I assumed it was sucking in dirt and grass. It was having an allergy attack. Anyway, I was hot and tired at the time, so I just packed it away. I realized a few days later that I had COVID. In the meantime, we decided the lawn mower needed an oil change and a new air filter. I got a new mower blade too. The landlord has rocks bordering, well I don’t know what they border. It makes no sense why there’s a line of rocks near the sidewalk, but I inevitably hit them with the lawn mower. I haven’t looked at the blade, but it can’t possibly be in good shape. I would have fixed it yesterday if I’d had the energy. I pushed it off to today. Last night, I decided just to do the oil and air filter. Why mess with the blade when it’s supposed to be hot again today? By this morning, I’d decided to scrap the whole lawn mower idea so I’ll have energy for Lion later.

The only thing I’m thinking about doing, outside of the house, is making a bagel run. It’s been a long time since we’ve had bagels and I’d like to stock up the freezer again. Of course, this involves driving about a half hour away and that could potentially wipe me out again. It sounds really stupid to get so wiped out so long after “recovering”, but it’s not unheard of. I may just scrap that idea too. I’ll do the things that need to be done in the house, like maintaining the gardens and laundry, and save the outing for another day.

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Many young lovers make secret promises. One woman I dated when I was in my twenties would hold my hand and then move her fingers so she could lightly scratch my palm. That was her signal that she wanted sex as soon as we were alone. She never told me what that gesture meant. I quickly figured it out when she followed through each time she did that. Eventually, I would get hard every time she scratched my palm.

Secret symbols can be a powerful language. Some dominants leave a paddle or flogger on the bed when they plan to have a play session that day/night. It’s very arousing to the bottom to see the toy in plain view. Some are more overt. A woman will tell her man to put on his “punishment panties.” He knows that means he will be spanked. It’s very arousing to him.

It can be a lot of fun to build anticipation with secret symbols that promise future activity. Mrs. Lion has never been into this sort of thing. She has a magnet she can move on my whiteboard when she plans to spank me. She’s only done that once. We started using it because she would sometimes forget that she owed me a punishment. Maybe she doesn’t understand how powerful secret promises can be.

I’m not unusual. I believe that most men whose wives have taken control love it when they receive a secret promise. The closest we get is when Mrs. Lion promises something in a post. It’s too bad. Anticipation is very powerful foreplay. Secret promises are particularly exciting since they mean something only to the people who share them.

One reason I thought a second massage table would be fun was that Mrs. Lion could move it into a more visible location when she planned to use it. So far, she hasn’t used it at all. I suppose it’s just another drain of her energy to set it up. We are very different critters. I don’t think she understands the power of anticipation. Based on what she’s written in the past, she doesn’t like making any sort of sexual promises because she worries that she won’t want to follow through later.

This is at the root of why some people don’t like the idea of promising sex or play. They claim it’s because they like spontaneity. Maybe they don’t like the idea of doing something if the mood passes. Those of us who have to wait for our partners to decide to give us pleasure love anticipation. When Mrs. Lion gives no indication of what might happen later, I assume that nothing is coming. She must think I like the surprise of sexual activity without warning.

Don’t get me wrong. That can be fun. It’s much more fun to anticipate future activities. It’s foreplay of the best kind. I miss those little palm tickles.