I have so many balls in the air right now, I’m just thankful two of them belong to Lion. I got to play with those balls last night while I slid my fingers around in his ass. I figured my fingers were more intimate than a butt plug and I need to start him off slower than shoving a butt plug in. It was a happy coincidence that his balls were hanging down while I was in the neighborhood. I know I’m weird on so many levels, but I like balls. Many women don’t. And those who do tend not to like dangling balls. I love them. It’s one of my favorite views of Lion. I love watching him bend over to pick something up. Yum!

I play with his balls a lot while I masturbate him. I kiss them, squeeze them, tickle them, yank on them, etc. They are a multipurpose toy, really. And they are a pretty good indicator of when he’s getting very close. His balls tend to pull, shrink, for want of a better word, when he’s about to come. I don’t know the mechanics of it all, but it seems reliable. Once they make their ascent and the skin wrinkles up, he’s almost there. I wonder if there’s a similar indication for women.

Last night was the first step in getting things back to normal. I won’t say we’re fixed yet, but we have to start somewhere. I think tonight I’m going to insist on sucking him. It’s not just for his benefit, although I’m sure he’ll enjoy it. I love having him in my mouth. (See above statement about being weird.) I especially love when he gets hard in my mouth. There’s something powerful about taking a lump of soft skin and transforming it into a super-hard piece of man meat.

I hope I can get him super hard tonight. I haven’t been doing a very good job getting him hard lately. He’s not in a particularly horny place in his wait cycle, although last night he said he was very horny after we stopped. I may start out with some more ass play, but I also want to tie his balls up. I don’t know if I’ll separate them or keep them bound together, but I see some rope around his balls in the near future.

Perhaps I’m overthinking it, but I’m not sure how to tie Lion to the bed while I suck on him. Our restraints are based on his being in bed the normal way. When I suck him, he lays across the bed. It may be as simple as just attaching his hands to one side of the bed and his feet to the other. But a bed isn’t necessarily square so it may not work as well as I hope. We may have to experiment. I don’t think Lion will mind experimenting with bondage.

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday (“Try Try Again“), I got a “just because” spanking last night. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to learn I wasn’t really in the mood. I’m writing this on Tuesday afternoon, and, like you, I learned in her post that she would spank me again tonight. Yuck. My post (“Words and Music“) yesterday morning upset her. I can understand that. I don’t think she realizes how important activities preceding and following the main event can be.

For example, in a BDSM scene, there is usually negotiation before it starts. This includes a discussion of what’s exciting and what isn’t. Aside from the important transfer of information, it’s also a way of building suspense and anticipation. No matter how often something is done, the fanfare is needed to keep the flames of excitement alive. I don’t think Mrs. Lion realizes how important this is. That’s a little odd since women generally complain that men don’t understand how important foreplay is. They say we are “wham bam thank you ma’am” when it comes to sex. Mrs. Lion accused me of this crime when we were making love. It’s a little odd that she doesn’t understand why I find it so important now.

I’m not saying that she should give me a big buildup when she plans to spank me. After all, that’s punishment. I’m not supposed to enjoy it, and if I anticipate it, the emotion should be dread, not heat. Even when it comes to punishment, some couples have established rituals to help them set the scene. If you were spanked as a child, I’m sure there was a ritual associated with the event. It could be as simple as being sent to your room to wait for your fate. Or to remove clothing and assume the position on your bed. Whatever it was, it served to establish a specific mood.

One of the problems with practicing domestic discipline and male chastity for years and years is that events take on a sort of shorthand. The sense of drama disappears. This isn’t a bad thing, but it does eliminate some of the important emotional components. Foreplay isn’t necessarily about getting our sex organs ready to go. It’s about allowing our emotions to shift gears and prepare for sex. I’m not sure what constitutes foreplay when only one person (me) is getting sexually stimulated. I don’t think it’s as simple as snuggling. I’m not sure what it is. It just seems to me that by the time Mrs. Lion is ready to start going for the gold, I should be humping her hand (or mouth).

I have no idea how this should work. I don’t have any real experience to draw upon. Mrs. Lion has to be the initiator. Since I’m the one receiving sensation, it’s up to her to decide how much I get and when I get it. Maybe the answer is buried on one of the porn sites. There is an awful lot of stuff that is 100% about male stimulation. Knowing how I react, chances are pretty good most foreplay will feature my penis. I don’t have an awful lot of secondary sexual areas on my body. You women are very lucky that way. But my penis and balls offer a reasonably interesting playground, I suppose.

Traditionally, women have been led to believe that men are ready to go anytime. Start rubbing his cock, and he’s on the way. That’s probably true to some extent. The chances that this will work diminish as a couple has been together more and more time. After nearly 20 years, it’s unlikely that approach will have a lot of success. Mrs. Lion has the advantage that I like BDSM play. I like to bottom. So, she can do some things other than massaging my penis to get the action started. I know that she plans on stuffing a butt plug into me tonight. I don’t get all tingly when I think about it, but I’m sure it will have a positive sexual effect on me. At least, I hope it will.

It was a dark and stormy day…and I am not feeling like doing any work. Seriously, it looks like it’s four o’clock in December when it’s ten in the morning. Yuck!

As you’ve probably read in Lion’s post this morning, he’s suggested approaching BDSM like we approached punishment. It’s worth a try. It seemed to work last night. We’ll keep going until it either doesn’t work or works so well we don’t need to schedule things.

The other night when I grabbed salad stuff, I got extra bell peppers so I could make stuffed peppers. My theory was that if I made extra, we could freeze them and have dinners ready for when neither of us has a clue what to eat. The problem with this is that our freezer is jam packed at the moment. I have to get in there and see what can/should be purged. Of course, we can eat some of it too. At this point, we couldn’t buy a turkey breast if we wanted to because there’s no room for it.

Anyway, back to the peppers. Lion asked if I had any ideas for dinner. I said I could do the stuffed peppers. Then he asked if I had any plans for later on. I knew he was referring to his idea of making plans for play, so I told him I was stuffing peppers. And then said I could stuff a Lion too. I tried to shove a plug up his butt on Monday but it hurt too much. He needs more practice. Apparently he’s going to get it. He dubbed yesterday Ass Wednesday. That doesn’t mean he’ll get plugged every Wednesday. It doesn’t even mean he has to wait until Wednesday to get plugged. We just thought it was funny, like Tiesday.

Once he was plugged, I started playing with my weenie. I got him a little hard, but he wasn’t cooperating. Finally I asked him where the raging hardon was. He suggested suing my mouth. My once trusty tongue failed to get him very hard. I’m blaming it all on him. I gave it my best shot. Is it my fault if he can’t take a hint?

I think Lion has entered to point in his waiting that he is less interested. Well, he may be interested, but my weenie is ignoring the memo. We also haven’t been doing much lately to encourage him. And he had a plug up his ass. There were so many things going against him. My tongue didn’t stand a chance. Good thing I don’t give up so easily.

I haven’t figured out what to do tonight. I’m pretty sure Lion will love to hate whatever I come up with.

We went out to dinner last night. I guess we were too full to do anything, so we just snuggled. It’s always fine to snuggle. Despite his post from weeks ago, I do like being close to Lion that said we don’t touch a lot. It’s true we don’t touch as much as we used to, but he’s not as active as he once was, and I think that has a little bit to do with it. Anyway, we snuggled under the covers and watched TV.

This morning, Lion sent me an email and said he hoped I didn’t mind that he bought tickets to see “My Fair Lady” in Seattle. I laughed. I can’t think of a more fitting musical for us to see. While he’s not as snobby as Henry Higgins, and I’m not as uncultured as Eliza Doolittle, we are certainly not from the same side of the tracks, as they say. Lion is definitely upper-middle class, and I am mid to lower middle class. Boarding school versus public school. Banker father versus public servant father. You get the idea. My sister also married “up.” (I didn’t the first time, and I didn’t try to this time.) I think it’s hilarious that there’s a musical that could have been written about us.

We have to run the errands we didn’t run over the weekend tonight or tomorrow night. I’m waiting till we hit Costco to get gas since it’s cheaper there. Our football team plays tonight, and we got takeout from Olive Garden, so we wouldn’t have to think about dinner for tonight. Depending on how badly our team is doing, we may turn the game off early, and Lion can have some sexy time. I owe him a plug up his butt.

I’m pretty sure he’d rather be tied to the bed, but even then, I’d have to do something to him. Technically, I could shove the plug up his butt while we watch the game and let it fester. I’m not sure that will have the same effect as having it in while I jerk him off or suck him. I think a butt plug makes things more difficult while I’m yanking on him. It might arouse him to have it in, but as things heat up, it gets in the way. When he clenches, he feels it. That can’t help.

On the other hand, I’m not really trying to help him along. Being in pain while I masturbate him is all part of the game. Of course, being tied up is not necessarily painful. It just takes away his control. That’s really what turns him on. I do have plans for tying him up. He’ll have to be patient. In the meantime, I’ll give him some of what he wants. Or, more accurately, some of what he professes not to like.