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I pulled out the Box O’Fun last night and Lion selected Ball Bondage. I had already gotten him hard when I went to get the Box O’Fun. When I got back he wasn’t hard anymore. Can you say “omen”? Then I had trouble securing both balls. One kept running away. I finally got both of them tied up, but I think the damage was already done. Lion didn’t really respond after that. I mean, he was hard and he was willing. But his heart and his hard on were not into it. He was too itchy.

It’s not a big deal. Of course I would rather have him respond to me. But not being in the mood one day isn’t a deal breaker. What is a big deal is that we revived (don’t get all excited, it was just one day so far) the Box O’Fun. I know he didn’t pick out one of the mean things but I would have done it if he had. I think my aversion to them has more to do with the fact that they seem more like punishment than play, than feeling I don’t have permission to do them.

I know Lion has given me permission to do everything I do to him. He’s actually given me permission to do more than I do to him. I just haven’t done those things yet. And some of them I may never do. For example, I once saw someone using sounds. It looked interesting. Lion bought a set of sounds and we’ve never used them. It does looked interesting. I don’t think I want to do it. To me, the risk of infection and puncture is just too imposing. If I screw up, Lion could be hurt badly. Another example is water sports. We tried it once. Lion drank either my pee or his own. I’ve seen someone pee on another person and the receiver was in heaven. I guess if Lion really wanted to do it, I would do it for him but, so far, he hasn’t requested it again.

We’ll try the Box O’Fun again tonight and see what he chooses. I have till then to steel myself for the mean things.

It was late when I unlocked Lion last night. I glanced at the Box O’Fun as I retrieved the key and thought it was too late for play. The thought of diapers popped into my mind. I told Lion about it. Then I said soon after diapers popped into my head, panties were right there too. Now he had a decision to make: did he want to wear diapers today or panties? He said there was no real decision. He picked panties. Today, my Lion will be in frilly panties as we go about the day.

I decided maybe it wasn’t too late for fun after all. I grabbed a piece of rope and set about tying my balls. They were tight enough that he could feel it but not tight enough to make them very red. I told him I didn’t want him to get blue balls. Not, at least, the kind that happen when I tie him so tightly the blood has nowhere to go and his balls get so red they’re borderline purple. Nope. The blue balls I want him to have are from lack of orgasm.

I teased the poor boy as my balls bounced up and down. Then I set him free and continued edging him. I don’t think I got him quite as close as I did the other day, but it was plenty close enough. And then, on my way back to snuggle with him, I sucked him to torture him more. Once I even gave him an orgasm during this drive-by sucking. But not last night. He won’t suffer if I give him an orgasm that soon.

Perhaps tonight I’ll bring out the Box O’Fun. Perhaps I’ll just be psychic and “see” what Lion would have chosen. As I said, we don’t need the Box O’Fun to play. It’s just there for encouragement.

We had a busy day yesterday. In the process we stumbled across a bagel shop and found a few other things we might need to check out sometime in the future. It reminded me of our camping trips when we go off in search of adventure. We find some pretty great things along the way. We came home with our purchases and Lion discovered the Amazon Fresh deal he wrote about in his post this morning.

Since we’d been to an Italian bakery, we bought a loaf of Italian bread and I decided to make lasagna or ziti, depending on what kind of pasta we had at home, and some garlic bread. As Lion made the list for Amazon Fresh, I put away the bagels and started on the ziti. I still had doggie ice cream to make, which I finished by dinner time. I was a well-oiled machine.

Luckily I still had some energy left for Lion. I’m not sure how lucky he felt when I started by putting clothespins on his nipples. He hates that. And that is exactly why I do it. (*evil grin*) I put more clothespins on Lion’s balls, starting on his perineum. I put a few on, then play with my weenie for a minute or two, put some more on, play with my weenie again, rinse and repeat.

I decided to go right up the middle. I made sure they were close together. I know there are some spots that are more painful than others and I didn’t want to take a chance at missing them. Plus, I wanted to see how many clothespins I could get on by just heading right down the middle of main street. It turns out the number is 23.

Of course, I tugged and pulled on them as I jerked him off. I can’t leave well enough alone, can I? I’d already removed his nipple clothespins after flicking them with my fingers a few times. Painful! So the only clothespins I had left were the ones on his balls. Naturally I tried to tug on the ones I thought were in the most painful areas. Why not?

As I got him hornier and hornier, I pulled off random clothespins. Some of them hurt a lot. Others did not. By the time I had them all off, Lion was panting. He wanted to come. I admit I got him closer and closer than I normally would have. I was hoping he would start bucking into my hand. Sadly, he did not. What he did do is point his toes and tense every muscle in his legs. I thought he might levitate off the bed. In the end, he was working so hard at trying to come, almost coming, recovering to try again that I had to let him go all the way.

Yes, I know. It had only been two days. He could have waited longer. Maybe he should have waited longer. Maybe, maybe, maybe. The only thing that really matters is that I wanted him to come.

We broke down and bought an atlas yesterday. We do have navigation but the screen can’t show everything. What happens if we take that road over there? Does it actually go in the direction we think? Or, does it switch back, as so many roads in a mountainous area do? Or does it just end, as so many others do? Hence the need for a larger map. Between the atlas and the navigation, we can find our way back.

We did quite a bit of exploring. We wandered close to Canada and, I thought, close to Idaho. We weren’t really close to Idaho. I figured we might be because we were pretty much due north of Spokane, but we were quite a ways away.

Despite all our travels, we were back at the camper before 8. We watched TV for a bit and then went into the bedroom to play. For some reason, the rope I have in the camper is double the length I have at home. I know there was a reason for this at some point, but I finally cut it to make it more useful. Then I set about tying my weenie’s two best friends.

There are normally two ways I tie the boys up. I can wrap the rope around a few times and then twist it to loop up and around them, separating them. Or I can wrap around more time to stretch them away from Lion’s body. Last night I did a combination. I wrapped a few more times than I usually do so I stretched my balls out, and then I twisted it and looped up and around. My balls were stretched and separated.

As I jerked Lion off I’d stop to tug on my balls more. I even ran my fingernails along the taut skin to make him wince. And then I’d go back to jerking him off with my balls bouncing happily along. I got Lion very close several times. I was debating with myself whether he should have another orgasm or if I should wait until tonight. Of course, nothing says he has to have an orgasm any time soon. Except me. If I say he has to, then he has to.

And did I say he had to? Absolutely! I’m a big fan of Lion orgasms. Lion’s an even bigger fan. Can he have another one tonight? I don’t know. Anything is possible.