Mrs. Lion has been far more aggressive in her edging efforts. Sunday was day 2 since my last orgasm. We had an oral edging session. Predictably, after a few minutes, I felt myself reaching a plateau. Mrs. Lion paused and asked me if I had reached the edge. I said I was aroused but hadn’t. In the past, she would have stopped and we would try again the next day. This time she went back to work.

To my surprise, it didn’t take long before I was getting really excited. She got me right to the edge of orgasm. She stopped to let me cool off a bit and did it again, and again. Finally, she stopped and left me a panting puddle in the center of the bed.

She repeated this again on Monday night. The pattern was exactly the same. After a few minutes, I would get aroused but not near the edge. She would ask me if she had edged me. I said no. She went back to work and off I went. She made me think I was going to ejaculate. “Nope, not this time,” she said.

This is the first time since July 7 that I could reach the edge before 10 days. Apparently I have changed, but not the way I thought. It isn’t that I can’t get to the edge or even ejaculate as soon as the day after an orgasm, it’s that my sexual response has changed in a way that fooled us both.

Before that mystical, July date, my path to orgasm was rather linear. I would get more and more excited until I got to that very steep part of the curve just before ejaculation. I did plateau for a while, but I didn’t start to lose interest. The newer pattern has me losing some interest while on the plateau. If Mrs. Lion persists, that passes and my arousal continues to increase until I am ready to ejaculate.

We both gave up when my arousal started dropping off. Some of the time, I even began losing my erection. Had we realized that this wasn’t a signal that I was done, she could have edged me at least a week earlier. My theory is that after a week or so I got horny enough to stop losing interest on my plateau. At that point, I reacted as expected.

Now that Mrs. Lion realizes how this new pattern works, I am in big trouble. She can edge me starting the day after an orgasm. She discovered on Monday night that she was really pushing me when I produced precum. I don’t recall her commenting on that “yummy precum” this early in my cycle.

There’s no question that she has me in heat and can keep me this way as long as she wants. In the past, that hasn’t been very long. She doesn’t seem able to resist making me ejaculate for more than a couple of days once she gets precum. Maybe her will power has improved and I will be a panting puddle for another week or two.

I was punished on Sunday night for failing to set up the coffeepot. I received, for Mrs. Lion, a mild spanking. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt like hell and left me with a red bottom and a few bruises. I was grateful it wasn’t worse. I dreaded my punishment. The offense occurred on Saturday. I was very careful to be sure to not repeat the mistake on Sunday. Mrs. Lion noticed this and teased me that I mustn’t want another punishment. She was right.

After Sunday’s punishment.

After she finished and took a picture for us to post, I felt oddly happy. It’s tough to admit, but I need to feel her authority. This need is different from the combination of sexual arousal and desire for control that got us started. It’s deeper. It seems to me that our disciplinary relationship has matured to the point that we both need it. Mrs. Lion clearly enjoyed catching me breaking a rule. While she doesn’t get any particular pleasure out of punishing me, she clearly sees it as a necessary activity.

You may have noticed that I am referring to my spanking as being punished. This is intentional. Mrs. Lion almost never refers to spanking me unless it is time for her to administer one. It’s always “punishment.” I’ve noticed this for some time. You can see it in her posts. I think this is significant. Spanking is an activity that can be BDSM or disciplinary. I almost always refer to my discipline as “spankings..” I focus on the activity. Mrs. Lion talks about the consequence of my offense: punishment.

It’s a lot easier for me to talk about being spanked than it is to refer to it as punishment. The words are not synonyms. Punishment is retribution by an authority. Spanking is swatting my bottom. I can be aroused thinking about spanking; not so much about being punished.

This isn’t splitting hairs. The physical activity may be the same, but the way it affects us isn’t. Punishment is an expression of her authority. I think that’s why I have resisted using the word when talking about being disciplined. And, I suspect it is why she uses it almost exclusively. I doubt it’s a conscious decision for her. It wasn’t for me. Now that I think about it, I understand.

moving to the next level

It’s been difficult for Mrs. Lion to extend her authority to cover my behavior when I annoy her. It’s one thing to punish me for breaking a rule. It’s another to exercise her authority if I say something that pisses her off. She tends to question whether the reason she is annoyed comes from me or from other external factors. It would be unfair to punish me because she was upset by a bad day at work.

I buy that. I think it is almost always possible to identify other factors beyond my control that upset her. On the other hand, there is no ambiguity at all about whether or not I set up the coffeepot. If I forget, she punishes me. It’s black and white.

If we make a list of things I do that generally annoy her, she can pick two or three to punish. Each can be specifically defined. Obviously, it is much more difficult to do this than the simple set-up-the-coffeepot rule, but I’m sure we can do it. Then it might be easier to enforce with the same consistency as the old rules.

Neither of us can explain why our disciplinary relationship works so well for us. It does and we both agree that when it is in full force we are happier. I think that my habit of referring to punishment as spankings is a way to avoid recognizing Mrs. Lion’s authority. I will stop doing that. It surprises me that such a subtle, semantic difference between spanking and punishment can make such a big difference to me. Even now, though I realize it, I find it a little difficult to say that I was punished. I would much rather say I was spanked.

Over the last seven years, I have learned to cherish the orgasms I’m allowed to experience. For almost my entire post-pubescent life I’ve had at least one a day. A very large percentage of those daily orgasms were with partners. When one wasn’t available, I masturbated. I thought that this was the way to remain sexually active; you know, use it or lose it.

When Mrs. Lion lost interest in sex I tried to keep the home fires burning by masturbating at least three times a week. I wasn’t really enjoying it but felt it was important to keep the equipment in good shape. I missed sex with my lioness terribly. Then I got the bright idea of enforced male chastity. I reasoned that even if my opportunities to ejaculate were limited by wearing a male chastity device, the role of keyholder would remind Mrs. Lion to pay some sexual attention to me. Sneaky lion.

It worked. We both got into orgasm denial. At first, Mrs. Lion would unlock me every night and jerk me off. I discovered that this frequency was too much for me. Maybe the years of two-to-three-times-a-week had recalibrated me. Perhaps I was wanting to experience the frustration of having to wait. After all, that was what I expected when I asked to be locked up. Mrs. Lion was agreeable when I asked her to make me wait more than one day.

She edged me every day or two. She jerked me off a couple of times a week. Over the first three years, I rarely went more than four days between ejaculations. Then I needed shoulder surgery. I wasn’t interested in sex for over 20 days. When I felt better, my twice-a-week orgasms resumed.

Meanwhile, I changed in an unexpected (for me, at least) way. I lost interest in masturbating. On the night Mrs. Lion agreed to lock me up, I told her I had been jerking off. She was surprised. She had no idea I masturbated. I was surprised when she told me that she didn’t ever want me to do that again. Really? Every guy jerks off. No matter. She hates the idea of me getting myself off. That same night she had me jerk off while she watched. That was the last time for me.

I still don’t understand her dislike of letting me masturbate. In prior relationships when my partner was tired or not in the mood for sex, she might have me masturbate while she “helped,” usually by tickling my balls. A lot of women find watching men masturbate a fun spectator sport, not Mrs. Lion.

Because I was locked in a chastity device except when she was teasing me, I couldn’t masturbate if I wanted to. After over three years of nearly-continuous lockup, I lost interest in jerking off. I haven’t even thought about getting myself off in years. Mrs. Lion is my only sexual outlet.

In the last six months or so I ejaculate about every two weeks. I don’t think Mrs. Lion decided to extend my waits. It is harder for her to get me to the edge for about ten days after an orgasm. We both thought it was just a normal change in my sexual cycle. It might be. It may just be that it takes more stimulation (longer time) to get me to the edge. I start losing confidence that I can come and lose my erection. When Mrs. Lion persists, she can almost always get me there if she wants.

Since she stops before I get close to orgasm, when I finally get to that point after 10 – 14 days, I’m in no rush to ejaculate. I like the extreme excitement I feel when she brings me to the brink. That’s why I asked her to start the clock when she gets me that far, not before. This can push my waits to well over 20 days. She doesn’t like this very much.

Another more-tiring-for-Mrs.-Lion approach could be to try to reverse the trend and get me to the edge as soon after I ejaculate as she can. Maybe even give me orgasms as often as she can produce them. I’m certain not to love this technique very much, but maybe it can reverse the trend to longer waits that she doesn’t like.

I would guess that in the beginning, she will not get me too far for the first week or so. Over time this is bound to change. If you think that this is just a sneaky way to get more orgasms, you are wrong. The current pace is just fine with me. It’s comfortable and fun. At least, in the beginning, much more frequent ejaculation won’t be nearly as much fun for me. Eventually, I will get used to the new, more frequent pace and enjoy it. Then Mrs. Lion can make me wait 20 days again. Mean lioness!

As Mrs. Lion wrote yesterday, I had a ruined orgasm on Friday night. It’s the first one since July. It crept up on both of us. I felt myself coming close and my hips were moving a little. Then, suddenly I felt a muscle tighten in my right thigh — a sure sign an ejaculation has begun — and that was it. Mrs. Lion stopped just after that muscle tightened. That was it. Since she was giving me a blow job, she was able to catch the semen that dripped out. She likes that.

She also wrote that I might be horny again on Saturday night. Since I am writing this post on Saturday afternoon, we shall see. From my reading, the ability to ejaculate again after a ruined orgasm is based on whether or not all of my semen supply was exhausted. Some men can have multiple ruined orgasms. If there is a good supply of semen stored up, then they can. The incomplete orgasm that constitutes a ruined orgasm only empties the semen in the chamber just below the base of the erect penis. This chamber fills as arousal gets very close to ejaculation.

In a normal orgasm, muscle spasms refill the chamber, and the fluid squirts out. This happens over and over until no more is left. Apparently, I have a very small supply that usually only partially fills the chamber. That’s why my erection fades quickly after the ruined orgasm. If I had a larger supply, I would have remained at least partially hard and could be coaxed into either another ruined orgasm or a complete one. Some men can have four or five ruined orgasms in a row. You can see a good example of this on YouPorn. Here is a link (part of my research).

Mrs. Lion is right that I might be horny. It depends on my semen production, apparently. If I have a supply, even one too small to appear, I will want sex. Mrs. Lion can encourage semen production by teasing me during the day. Each time I’m stimulated to get an erection and hold it for a while, my body gets to work. This is one reason why I want her to take frequent teasing breaks without trying to edge me. A once-a-day session is nice and I love it. However, more frequent, smaller sessions are very helpful as well.

just published: a great, new spanking book

My friend Julie of Strict Julie Spanks has just published her book, Julie’s Spankings: A Semi-Autobiographical Account of a Young Wife’s Husbandly Spankings and Embarrassingly Public Punishments in a Family and Church Setting. It’s available on Amazon Kindle. Click the title to visit the order page. I had the privilege of copy-editing the book. It’s extremely hot with chapter after chapter of sexy spanking and humiliation scenes. If you are a fan of her blog, like I am, you know how arousing her writing can be. The book is free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers and only a few bucks for the rest of us. By the way, the sexy cover shot is really her!

get the red in

Her red bottom in the picture is real. I have had a problem reproducing accurately the way my bottom looks after a spanking. I’ve tried using a point-and-click camera as well as a semi-pro DSLR. The red seems to fade to nothing. Julie shared a technique she developed to “get the red out”. It doesn’t enhance the color, just brings it out to the actual way a freshly-spanked bottom looks.

Recently, I published a picture of my rear after a spanking. I used Julie’s technique to correct the color. Mrs. Lion looked at it and pronounced that it accurately reproduced how I looked when she was done. We can’t figure out why digital cameras have this problem. I’m an experienced photographer and I’ve worked with the camera-raw images (no corrections applied by the computer in the camera). The red is barely visible. It turns out that judicious color correction can bring it back. That’s what I’ve been doing. Mrs. Lion reviews and certifies there is no exaggeration. Below you can compare the before and after images.

lion's spanked bottom
Before (Left), After (Right)

It always bothered me that we couldn’t accurately show spanking results. Now we can!