Lion was tired last night so we snuggled. I had my hand on his thigh and he said I only needed to move it a few more inches…. This is when I get confused. Wasn’t he tired? Did I need to switch gears back to playing/sex? I know things are seldom black and white, but I need a little help navigating. My transmission is old and my gears are slow to change. Once I get on a heading, I like to maintain it. If I downshift, it takes a while to get back up to speed. Enough with the car metaphors.

I found one of the old restraints so I can tie Lion to the bed whenever he’s ready. My plan is still to give him an orgasm as soon as he can get there. It may take some encouragement to get him excited enough. I’m hoping being tied up will do the trick. I’m not saying I won’t use my feminine wiles to help things along. I just know Lion likes to be tied up and that goes a long way. I could always use some clothespins or tie his balls too, but I don’t want to overload his system. If more than one thing is happening, it’s difficult for him to concentrate. At least that’s what I think he said a long time ago. I could be completely wrong. [Lion — What I said was that you can only feel one painful stimulus at once. That is why TENS machines will induce a painful sensation one place to mask pain somewhere else.]

Whatever the case, he’ll be tied to the bed, and we’ll go from there. I’m not specifying any time frame. I don’t want to put pressure on him. It’s not like I’m suddenly going to revoke his orgasm. He’ll get it when he’s ready for it. Of course, I’ll do everything in my power to get him ready. I can be fairly persuasive. I think Lion will agree.

The plan was to get to the airport with two hours to spare, get through security and relax a little at the gate. Getting to the airport was no problem. However, finding parking was another matter. The garage was packed. Getting through security was no problem. However, getting to the gate within the airport took some time. Walk, walk, walk, take a tram, take another tram, walk some more. I still had plenty of time, but there was no relaxing at the gate.

Lion and the dog are lonely back home. I’m lonely on the plane. I’ll get to spend some time with two of my kids before I head home again. My older son, who can’t make it to my daughter’s graduation, is in school to become a physician’s assistant. My daughter will continue on for a master’s degree to become a counselor. When my body craps out, he’s got me covered. When my mind goes, she’s got me covered.

It will be late when I get home Saturday. I’ll have to get the dog calmed down and then I can snuggle with Lion. I won’t promise to look for the missing piece to the restraint on Sunday, but I am thinking about it. By Monday, I hope to have found it. If not, I think I can find at least one of the old restraints and we can go from there. It may be possible to tie Lion down across the bed, in a position similar to his oral sex position. We’ll have to test it out. His head or feet may dangle off the edge. I should be able to figure something out that will work.

He mentioned his shock collar. I think it’s fully charged. I just have to strap him in and we can play Zapardy. At one point, I was thinking I could have him wear it during the day even if we’re together. I could give him random love zaps from time to time. Bzzzt. I’m thinking about you. Bzzzt. I love you. I don’t think he’d mind if I interrupted him that way.

balls tied and separated

I haven’t been responsive to Mrs. Lion. It’s odd because I find my mind drifting to erotic thoughts during the day. My cock begins to harden. At night, after dinner and Mrs. Lion’s shower, I don’t get turned on. I want to get hard, but I don’t.

This has been happening for the last week or so. It isn’t that she doesn’t try. I can’t get interested in sex. Maybe it’s just a slump. I’ve been known to get them. I can’t understand what is happening. Maybe that would work if Mrs. Lion used the spanking bench for sex. If she got out my restraints, that might do it.

I think that any ritual other than reaching under the covers and touching my cock would be beneficial. It may be that I’ve become my own worst enemy when it comes to sex. For example, when Mrs. Lion waxes me, I’m usually not feeling sexy when she starts yanking my hair out. By the time she is finished, I’m starting to get hard on my own. I know she’s going to start a handjob with oil. It isn’t the oil. It’s the buildup from the very unsexy waxing.

The reason this always works is that something else that is unrelated to jerking me off happens first. Maybe that’s why CBT and bondage work reliably. Tying up my balls is nice, but as far as lion foreplay goes, it is pretty much the same as fondling under the covers.

It isn’t that I always need the big buildup, but at this point, I need more than I’m getting. For example, for the last few days, Mrs. Lion has said, “Want me to suck you?” When she asks, I’m not focused on sex. It’s just a question like, “Want some cookies?” Business as usual. For the record, I almost always love a blow job. If Mrs. Lion just started instead of asking, I can’t imagine I wouldn’t react.

She wouldn’t be able to do it long because I would be in a position that made it awkward for her. But a minute or two of attention would almost certainly get me very happy to get in the proper position. Oh yeah! Moving to a different location, like the spanking bench or waxing table, would train me to be ready for sex. It might not work the first few times, but I’m sure it would after a while.

I think that most women believe that men are always ready for sex. When we are in our 30’s and 40’s, that’s true. As we age, we need the same sort of buildup that women need. Familiarity and age dull the male libido. One reason men seek extramarital sex is that new partners make them feel young and virile. A new female is a powerful aphrodisiac.

No, I’m not advocating going out and finding a mistress. I am suggesting that my libido needs help. It’s alive and well but isn’t easy to wake when sleeping.

“he wants a floor show”

Mrs. Lion said that I’m like our puppy. When she gets a treat, she carries it around without eating it. She’ll only eat after we make a big fuss about how yummy it is. OK, maybe I’m the same way with a sexual treat. I’m not alone.

I have a theory why many men like to go to massage parlors for a handjob. I doubt that the women there have particularly novel skills in how to jerk a man off. Part of it may be the novelty of a new female paying sexual attention. Guys like that. A bigger reason is that the pros don’t just grab a guy’s junk and start playing with it. They make some pretense of a full-body massage.

They may not be offering medical-grade action, but they are doing a lot of non-genital touching, front and back. This sensual contact goes on for a while. The guy is paying for thirty minutes. That’s why they call the handjob a “happy ending.”

I’m not suggesting that Mrs. Lion offer thirty-minute massages. It is instructive how aroused I get after being waxed. Anticipation and ritual are powerful aphrodisiacs. The mind controls sex. Engaging it is the secret to orgasm. Women accuse men of ignoring this important fact. They are as guilty as we are. Their excuse: Men don’t need foreplay, they’re always ready. Ha!

I did a Costco run yesterday and then mowed part of the lawn. I was tired and achy, but not as tired and achy as I usually am after doing that much. Maybe it’s because I’m normally more tired and achy now anyway. When I was ready to settle in after my shower, Lion suggested watching a documentary series about New York City that we started last weekend. I don’t know how many parts there are, but we’re learning a lot even though Lion lived deep in the heart of Manhattan for most of his life. We were snuggled in for the night, and we didn’t do anything sexual.

Assuming the stew meat thaws enough (I just took it out of the freezer a few minutes ago), we’ll be filling the house with yummy stew smells. Most of the work is letting it cook on the stove or in the oven, so there will be time for Lion attention. Even if he has to wait until after dinner, he’ll get some action. I should have looked for the restraints over the weekend when I had more time, but I didn’t. I have a rough idea of where they are, so finding them may not be too hard. I don’t want to promise I’ll be tying him down tonight.

Part of me wants to entice him with talk of an orgasm. The past few times we’ve played, he hasn’t been able to make it to the edge. I wonder if he’d go charging up the hill with the knowledge that he’d be king of said hill. Perhaps he needs me to find those restraints first. Nothing seems to turn him on more than being tied up. I guess I’ll need to make time to find them for tonight after all. Spread-eagle and blindfolded. Who needs stew when you have a yummy Lion?