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In: Spanking games, Orgasm, Orgasm denial

I spent the morning at an in-person meeting for my company. I think something like 73% of us work from home now. Once a year the CEO travels to the big offices for a town meeting. This was my first one and it was another meeting that could have been an email. Well, maybe not, but definitely a video conference. They hype it as a good way to see your coworkers. Most of my coworkers are scattered all over the place. As far as I know, most of them have never met each other. Anyway, it was the first time in a long time I’d been anywhere for work.

We didn’t do anything sexual last night. I don’t know why. Maybe I was making Lion sweat it out. I know he wants an orgasm. (I hear you over there yelling, “Make him wait!”) Don’t worry. I’ll torture him again tonight. I probably won’t make him wait. I can’t promise he won’t be edged once or twice. That will just make it sweeter when he finally has a long-awaited (in his mind) orgasm.

The other day, Lion suggested playing a game. It seems like a good idea. We’d have to work out the details. I think he forgot, because we haven’t played in a long time, that we do have another game – Spankardy. I’m not sure I remember the exact rules, but I’m sure we can come up with them to play again. It actually sounds like a good game to play on Tuesday or Wednesday since those days don’t have punishment swats coming. Would it be bad if I gave him his elusive orgasm after work and then spanked him for our game later? He might not submit to that spanking as readily as if he was horny. On the other hand, does he have a choice?

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In: BDSM

We had a good time watching the playoffs on Sunday. I always root for whoever is playing against Philadelphia. I have no use for that team or its city. Sadly, they won. More sadly, I received 418 swats during the game (eleven swats per point scored by either team). My bottom was hot and felt leathery in spots. Still, it’s fun to play our NFL game. We have one more chance in about two weeks when the Superbowl is played. The Chiefs are playing the (ugh) Eagles. I’m rooting for the Chiefs.

Later Sunday evening, Mrs. Lion surprised me with oral sex. She got me very close to orgasm, but no happy ending. I’m writing this on Monday afternoon. It’s been six days since my last orgasm, and I’m hoping that one may be coming soon (pun intended). Mrs. Lion tied up my balls before she started. That added some extra zing to the action.

While she was tying my balls, she commented that I wanted her to put IcyHot on my balls. I reminded her that she doesn’t give me a choice in the matter. IcyHot is very unpleasant down there. She said that I keep buying it for her. Sheesh! I just want her to have the latest and greatest. OK, maybe I do want her to paint a racing stripe on my balls. I suppose it’s like spanking. I find the idea exciting, but the reality is horrible. Maybe she’s right. I guess in my own perverted way, I want it.

My balls turn red as IcyHot burns them.

The first time I experienced that particular hell was a few weeks after my former girlfriend, and I discovered BDSM. It was many years before I met Mrs. Lion. Anyway, this woman liked to read and found The Leatherman’s Guide, a rather comprehensive how-to on torturing men. Apparently, there was an entry about BenGay on balls. One afternoon, she had me tied face-down on the bed. She had just finished spanking me. I felt her rubbing my balls.It was exciting. She stopped. A couple of minutes later it felt like they were on fire. She laughed when I yelped and told me what she had done. Every partner since then has put hot stuff on my balls. It’s my own fault because I tell them about the activity. Stupid Lion!

That has to be significant. Why in the world would I tell every woman who tied me to the bed about hot balls? Why was the first kinky thing I asked Mrs. Lion to do was to spank me? Yes, I know, our first date was anal sex, but neither of us thought that was kinky. She’s right. It’s all my fault.

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In: Spanking, Oral Sex, Orgasm denial

When I was in school and had to write an essay, the rewrite was always more difficult for me. I’m having the same problem at work. I do a task, pend it, then a trainer goes through and grades it. I get a list of what I did right and what I did wrong. It was hard enough to figure out the first time through. Now I have to go undo what I did and fix it. My head is spinning. I forgot all about writing a post until Lion mentioned it.

Yesterday’s football games didn’t go very well. I don’t know how many swats Lion wound up with [Lion — 418], but they were mostly for Eagles points. Yuck! Spanking him added insult to injury. We have two weeks for his buns to prepare for the Super Bowl. Needless to say, we’ll be rooting against the Eagles.

I said in yesterday’s post that I’d either tie Lion’s balls up or use clothespins. I also wanted to suck him. He insists I can suck him on the massage table. I don’t see how that will be comfortable for either of us. I prefer being on the bed. Since I was sucking him, I tied his balls. It’s easier to avoid hitting clothespins with a hand job.

It’s so difficult to tell what’s going on with him when I’m sucking him. He rarely makes a sound. Sometimes I can tell by his movements. I thought he was getting near the edge early on based on how he was moving his hips. Nope. Then he seemed to get softer. I stopped and asked if he was losing it. Nope. A while later, my arm was going numb from being in one position for too long. I had to stop.

I didn’t think he was near the edge. He said he was pretty close. He was bummed that he didn’t get an orgasm. I let him in on a little secret: he wasn’t going to have an orgasm. If I’d gotten him to the edge, I would have done it again and left him hanging anyway.

What a bitch!

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In: Games

The football season is winding down. There is only one more game left. Only one more chance to play our NFL spanking game. We root for the New York Giants. They made it to the playoffs and lost during the first round. That means I get eleven swats per point for the remainder of the playoffs and the Superbowl. My bottom will be sore for sure.

I’m not sure why, but we don’t have any other games. That’s a little surprising. Mrs. Lion loves playing games. That’s what she’s doing on the iPad most of the time. I tried to do some research on the subject. I failed to find anything useful. Most spanking games turned out to be male fantasies about erotic spanking. The games were too stupid to consider. That means any new inventions are up to us.

We can rule sports out. We don’t follow any other sporting activities. We also don’t play games like Scrabble. We never have. I’m not sure why, but we don’t. We don’t play cards. I used to play bridge, but that doesn’t interest Mrs. Lion. That doesn’t mean we can’t find a game that we both like. It’s very easy to convert nearly any vanilla game into kinky fun.

Here’s an idea. What about blackjack, for example? In the casino, you buy chips and then bet them on each hand. What if Mrs. Lion is the house, and she “sells” me chips? Let’s say that we charge one swat per dollar bought. I can buy as many chips as I can afford. Before we start, she “sells” me the chips. She also decides the minimum bet per hand. If she declares a ten-swat table, I have to bet ten swats on each hand. That means I need to buy enough chips to play a few hands. I can “buy” more chips at any time.

The objective could be for me to win enough chips to “buy” sexual activity. Mrs. Lion could decide how much a handjob or blowjob would cost. Maybe she could add vaginal sex to the menu. If the price is high enough, it would be impractical for me to buy enough chips to get what I want without playing.

The big problem with this game is that there is nothing in it for Mrs. Lion. At least, it seems to be very one-sided. If the game were fun for her to play and win, she might like the additional fun of making me decide how much spanking I want to take to buy into the game. This gets me to a very difficult point. Just what is fun for Mrs. Lion? For this to work, she needs to find something that would be fun for her. What do you think, Mrs. Lion?