We didn’t test out whether or not I could get Lion excited the day after a ruined orgasm. I was busy making packets of Lion’s prescriptions and vitamins. It always seems to take longer than I think it will. We were both tired. And, although we both slept late today, we’re both tired again today. I’m sure we’ll find the energy to do something tonight.

This morning I discovered that Lion had forgotten to put the coffeepot together. I told him he did. He said he wasn’t sure if he’d done it or not and was sort of mad at himself. He asked if I wanted him to put it together this morning. When I said I’d already done it, it seemed like he thought that sealed the deal. Was I not going to punish him if he did it this morning? No. If I get to it first, he’s in trouble. He asked if I knew he’d be in trouble last night. Sometimes I notice the coffee pot still in the dish drainer when I get the dog’s ice cream. I may think Lion will be in trouble, but many times he’s either sneaked into the kitchen in the middle of the night or he does it in the morning before I go to the kitchen. I’m never “sure” I have him.

Then he asked me why I didn’t tell him he was in trouble. Huh? I had to think about that one. I’d said, “Someone forgot to put the coffee pot together.” I think that’s what I usually say. I may tell him he’s due a spanking for forgetting the coffee pot, but usually I just tell him he forgot. What’s the difference? Apparently a lot.

I say this knowing that Lion will then say he won’t say anything ever again, but when I say or do something a certain way and he asks why I didn’t do it another way, it makes me feel like I can’t do anything right. I mean, doesn’t he know he’s in trouble if I tell him he forgot the coffee pot? Doesn’t he know he’s in trouble if I ask him if he ate first? Do I actually have to tell him, “You ate first. You’ll get swats for that.”? If I said he earned a punishment, obviously he’d need to know why. On the other hand, sometimes I don’t punish him for things he’s done wrong. As usual, I can see both sides. I think I need to be better at following through with punishments, but I don’t think I should have to tell him he’ll be punished. If it’s not clear, he can certainly ask.

To be clear, I don’t want Lion not to ask questions. I also don’t want him to stop pointing out things I might be doing wrong. I guess I’m the one who needs to stop doing things. I need to get thicker skin. I need to figure out how to not hear criticism when he’s just asking a question. Remember the contact lens fiasco? Yeah. Me too.

The problem with super edging is that if you get too close — and that’s exactly what happened last night — stupid ruined orgasms. Of course, if I had reacted quicker (or at all, for that matter) I probably could have salvaged it. I guess I was hoping it wasn’t really going to progress to a ruined orgasm. Sometimes he makes the noises and it doesn’t actually go that far.

I told him it was his fault. Obviously, it wasn’t. I pushed him too far. But he didn’t give me the signals until it was too late. There’s nothing he could do about it. Sometimes it sneaks up on him. Usually I know I’m playing with fire. I’d edged him once and I let him calm down a bit before starting again. If the past is any indicator, I should have been able to edge him at least one more time before I was in danger of going too far. Apparently he was hornier than I thought.

Now the question is whether that stupid ruined orgasm resets the clock or not. I don’t think there’s a concrete answer to that. If I remember correctly, there have been times he’s fine the next day. Other times, it’s like a full orgasm. I wonder if it depends on how far over the edge I took him. In other words, if I stop just past the edge, maybe it doesn’t reset things. If I go further, maybe it does. I don’t think the amount of semen means anything. He can produce a tiny amount after a long wait or a large amount after a short wait. There was a decent amount last night. I’m crossing my fingers that he’ll be ready to go again tonight.

Of course, there are things I could do to encourage him to be horny. A nice spanking might do it. I could tie him to the bed. I could shove a butt plug where the sun don’t shine. Oh, so many things! I don’t necessarily want to extend his wait much longer. I’d just rather have the orgasm be on my terms.

I am glad Lion likes super edging. I like it when he’s super horny so I guess it all works out well. The only problem is that, once he’s near the edge, it’s easy to go too far. As he said, neither of us likes ruined orgasms. Obviously, they aren’t as much fun for him as a full orgasm. There is a solution, of sorts. I can salvage the orgasm. That makes it a little more fun for Lion, but still leaves me feeling like I screwed up.

The chance of a ruined orgasm could stop me from getting him too close to the edge. It’s a fine line. I need to push my luck just enough that he thinks he might just go over without actually letting him go over. It would be helpful if he had a gauge attached somewhere that showed how close he was. I thought he had a ruined one last night. I tasted some precum, kept going and then he was panting and tensing up. He never got soft so I decided to edge him again. I’m happy to report that it wasn’t a ruined orgasm and I left Lion more frustrated than ever.

He had reported being a little horny before I edged him. I haven’t gotten the Lion weather report in a long time. He does mention how horny he is from time to time, but he used to tell me the weather was steamy or tropical. Given the fact that he thought he was only a little horny last night, I don’t know if I can trust his self-reporting. I do trust his panting and gasping for air when I’m through with him. I also note how long it takes for him to recover enough to get back on his side of the bed to watch TV. I guess it’s a gauge of how well I’ve done.

I’m not sure if he’ll get his orgasm this weekend or not. I may have to play with my food a bit longer to make sure he’s really ready for it. I doubt he’ll ever beg for an orgasm. He doesn’t want to be able to tell me when to give him one. I understand that, but sometimes I think it would be nice to know when he’s at this limit and really wants one. It doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll give him one, but it would be nice to know.

[Lion comments — I could start my weather reports again. I’m not sure I’ve been at the point where I just have to come. I suppose the time for me to beg for release is just after I have been edged and before Mrs. Lion begins again. She could ask me if I want to come. My problem is that in the past when she asked me if I answered that I did, she gave me an orgasm. The fun ended. I think that if she wants me to truly reach a limit, she will have to not let me come even if I say I want to. If this happens over and over, eventually she will see if I change in my response. As long as she gets me off if I say yes, I am not going to say it.]

The problem with emails and texts is that you can’t hear the tone. In Lion’s email yesterday, I heard a sarcastic, what-the-hell’s-the-matter-with-you tone. Of course, I don’t think Lion has ever actually used that tone with me, but that’s what I heard. On the plus side, I was able to find his contact lens when I got home. It seems to be fine after a night in the cleaning solution. He was very upset at losing it so I’m glad it was just hiding from us and not lost for good.

We took a trip to Walmart last night for Lion to get a pair of glasses for when he isn’t wearing his contacts. I always liked Walmart for my son’s glasses because they have very cheap packages and they seemed to hold up well. They even took Lion’s insurance so there was very little out of pocket. That’s a good thing in this economy and with Lion still on furlough.

Since we went after I got home from work, it was around 7 when I started dinner. Lion snoozed for a bit and it seemed like neither of us was interested in playing. At least, it seemed that way. Around 10:30, Lion said he guessed it wasn’t a sex night. I guess it could have been. I tend to let extraneous things sabotage play. Anything off the normal path of an evening and I’m thrown off. It’s not like it was that late when we got home. I need to do a better job.

I wish I could promise we’ll play tonight. I’m working from home today and tomorrow. And tomorrow is only a half-day. You’d think that would be a no-brainer. Work is less stressful from home. I don’t have a commute unless you count the twenty feet from my desk to the bed as a commute. We should be able to figure out what’s for dinner with a minimum of thought since we’re both right here. I don’t think there are any planned excursions. And yet, I can’t promise. I don’t want to promise. Promising means the potential for disappointment. Of course, not promising doesn’t eliminate disappointment. All it eliminates, really, is the “but you promised!” lament. (This really is what goes on in my mind on a daily basis.)

Here’s what I will say: It is my hope that we will play tonight. I will not raise taxes. I will attempt to raise a weenie. I approve of this message. Lioness for President 2020