CBT (Page 36)

This is the 20^th day of my current wait for an orgasm. This is by far the longest wait I’ve had without a serious, mitigating issue. My all-time record is 22 days. That happened because I had shoulder surgery and was in no shape for sex for over three weeks.

Since I have started this wait, there have been two significant changes in my sex life. The first is that Mrs. Lion has decided to make use of our sling much more frequently. The second is that my feelings about ejaculating have changed significantly.

First, the sling. This is my favorite form of bondage. I’m suspended in the comfortable sling with my legs spread and restrained high above my body. My arms are also secured. My butt hangs over the edge of the sling exposing my anus, penis and balls. (You can see me in all my glory, erection included, if you click here). Mrs. Lion gets full access to all of my naughty bits.

She likes that she can tease me, peg me, and do all sorts of nasty things to my genitals and nipples, while I am firmly secured. I’m at a good height for easy access and, coincidentally (yeah, right) the perfect height for pegging with her RodeOh strap-on.

We added an electric heater to our play room and I connected it to our smart home controller. Now, we can preheat the room with a simple command to our Amazon Echo.

As Mrs. Lion has written, Wednesday is sling day here. She brought me down to the sling on both Monday and Wednesday this week.

Monday, she used menthol rub on my perineum. Wednesday, she wrapped painful Velcro bands around my penis. Both days she used either a plug or a dildo to penetrate me.

The second bit of news is that my attitude toward orgasm seems to have changed. There is a subtle-but-significant shift. I’m not anxious about ejaculating. I’m completely comfortable with things as they stand. I don’t feel any sense of loss or anticipate when I will finally ejaculate. I don’t think this is an increase in any feeling of submission. I’m just as ornery as ever. It’s just that I don’t care about coming, at least for now. I love the sling time and the nearly-daily edging. I would miss that if Mrs. Lion stopped. But orgasm? Nope, I’m not that concerned.

That doesn’t mean I’m not interested in sex. Actually, I am much more interested, as you might expect. My erections are stronger than ever and they stay even after the stimulation stops. In the sling, I’m hard nearly all the time, even when something painful is going on. When I am being edged, I really want to ejaculate. But after the stimulation stops, my interest goes away. It leaves even before I become flaccid.

I love these long-lasting erections. It feels like I am a teenager again. Sometimes, I wish the erection would subside when Mrs. Lion does painful play. The hard cock encourages her to go further.She likes to say,

“Yes, you must like it. You’re hard, right?”

When I’m in the sling, all I can see is the top of my erection. Because my body is at an angle, tilted toward my head, the penis lies on my abdomen, even when hard. It stares up at me, reminding me that I am helpless to do anything to protect it or stimulate it. Sometimes, it seems to be asking me to help stop the pain. Of course I can’t. I silently ask it to get soft. It doesn’t respond. Those silent conversations are strictly one way.

Since sling sessions can last a while and Mrs. Lion may be paying attention to my balls or butt, my penis and I get to spend quite a bit of time staring at each other. He disappears if I become flaccid.

Mrs. Lion and I are both having fun with this wait. I think she is more interested in me ejaculating than I am. It might be better for me to not go too far waiting for orgasms. I just don’t know what “too far” means. Is one orgasm a month going to far? Maybe. I’m sure that less than that would be more than I want to try.

A few years ago, I suggested that Mrs. Lion masturbate me for a specific amount of time. If I failed to ejaculate, she would try again at a later date. It sounded like a sexy kind of game. She declined. Now, I realize that it would never work. The amount of time it takes me to get to the edge of orgasm seems to remain constant regardless of how long I’ve been waiting to come. It takes just as long now as it did when it was only three days after coming. So, if we played that game, I’d never get to ejaculate.

It just occurred to me that if I come once in November and once in December, my yearly total will be 52 orgasms. That takes us to a one-a-week average and is six orgasms less than the 2016 total of 58. However, I’m content to wait for Mrs. Lion’s decision on my next ejaculation. I admit that I am happy, at least now, waiting as long as she wants.

The weekly meeting of Lion’s Butt in the Sling club met last night in our dungeon. I didn’t peg him. I didn’t put any menthol on him. I had other plans.

I started out with a long piece of Velcro. Lion hates those tiny little teeth. I wrapped it around my weenie a few times and then got Mr. Weenie nice and hard. When I put it on before he gets hard, the blood is not able to flow out once he gets engorged. The Velcro hold him tightly. Then I release it. Suddenly the blood can move freely. Needless to say, it’s a shock to the system. [Lion – It hurts like hell!]

If Lion thought the Velcro’s tiny teeth were bad, my next implement of torture was worse. A Wartenberg wheel has nasty spikes. It is sharp. It is painful. It made Lion jump; well at least try to jump, he was securely bound. I ran it all over his balls, down his perineum, and down the crack of his ass. I think he might rather have had the Velcro back.

Once I was done with the torture portion of our program, I grabbed a butt plug with a tail attached to it. I think it was supposed to be a rabbit tail but it looks more like a fox tail. Initially I wasn’t going to insert the butt plug. I only did because it was easier than holding the tail. Lion likes to have his balls tickled. I was looking for a feather but the tail caught my eye. It worked perfectly.

I’m not sure I can get Lion any closer to the edge than I have been the past few nights. I’ve really been giving him a workout. Zero to sixty in a few minutes and then back to zero in a split second. Back up to sixty in a minute and then back to zero in a split second. Over and over and over. And he stays hard for a while afterward.

Lion noted that he hasn’t been grumpy during this wait. It’s true. He’s done his silly little “buh buh buh horny” from time to time, but there’s no real sense that he’s upset about having to wait. Of course he’s horny but he doesn’t seem to mind it. Maybe he’s finally figured out that he has no say in the matter.

Yesterday we had a lot of things to do. Lion was making stew. We had to winterize the camper. There was laundry. I’d mentioned sling time for Lion. And he had a furry nether region. In my mind, if we did manscaping we couldn’t do sling time. Until my brain jump started itself and I figured out that we could have sling time first and then he could numb himself for manscaping. Duh! Sometimes I’m amazed I can find my way home.

Aside from pegging him, I didn’t have much of a plan for Lion once I got his butt in the sling. Good thing our dungeon is so fully stocked. Actually, the clothespins were sitting right there from a previous time. As an added bonus, they had sandpaper on them. Evil.

It’s been a while since I’ve pegged Lion. In the past, when it’s been a while, Lion will say I don’t need to go slow. Okay. I did go slow initially and stopped for a bit once I was in to allow him to get used to the feeling. Then I started moving it in and out. I made sure there was enough lube. Sometimes once the dildo gets in there it goes deeper than the lube. I’d squirted quite a bit of lube in but you can never be sure. Lion said he was fine.

When I masturbate Lion I try to change things up. I may go fast for a bit and then slower and sometimes I just barely touch him while I’m stroking. I decided to do that yesterday with the dildo. He made a face when I was going faster. I checked on the lube situation again. Everything was good so I kept going. More faces. He wasn’t in any pain so on we went. I reason that men don’t always stop when women are uncomfortable. And besides, is Lion supposed to be comfortable? This is anal training. Feel the burn.

When I stopped pegging him I put the clothespins on. Nasty little suckers that left red marks when I took them off. I was masturbating Lion while I pegged him but his erection diminished over time. When the clothespins went on he was very hard again. He tells me he hates them. Mr. Weenie gives him away.

I ended up edging him quite a few times both with my hand and my mouth. I got some precum and I was tempted to give him an orgasm but I was able to control myself. It didn’t seem like the right time. I do love edging him in the sling. I love edging him period but even more in the sling. I think it’s because I have easier access to him. At least when it comes to oral. Perhaps we need more sling time. [Lion – What a nice thought!]

When I took Lion out to dinner Sunday night, a woman at a table near ours ordered spaghetti and meatballs. What she got was spaghetti and meatball. A giant meatball. Lion asked what we’d have for his actual birthday dinner and decided we could have pasta. Well, you know I had to make him a giant meatball. It just seemed so ridiculous. I had to.

While the giant ball of meat was cooking, I gave him his birthday swats. They weren’t hard at all. He probably barely felt them. They were punctuated by lots of rubs and kisses on his buns. I love Lion’s buns.

I gave Lion his birthday card and final gift when I walked in the door. Well, final gift if you don’t count playing later on. His present was a Hawaiian shirt. He grimaced. Pink flamingos! Yup. Pink flamingos. He said he thought you were supposed to get people things they wanted for their birthday. Yes. Indirectly, he wants the Hawaiian shirt.

If you recall, on our last camping trip I suggested getting Lion a Hawaiian shirt to wear as punishment. I know he doesn’t like Hawaiian shirts. He makes fun of people who wear them. He’s asked me to be in charge and punish him as I see fit. What better punishment than making him wear a silly Hawaiian shirt? Hence, he wants a Hawaiian shirt.

Lion’s actual last present was to be an orgasm. I wanted to give him an oral orgasm but that giant meatball was looming large in my stomach. Face down on the bed sucking Lion was not going to be a manageable position. Not to worry. My hand would have to do.

Once I got him a little hard, I put some clothespins on my balls. I didn’t go for a record. Only ten or so. Enough to pinch him in all the right places and make my weenie more excited. In the past I’ve yanked off a clothespin just after I stop stroking. I’ve figured if he’s near the edge, the pain of the clothespin coming off will keep him from going too far. This time I pulled them off randomly.

I edged him several times. I was even considering throwing caution to the wind and moving over to suck him when I went a little too far. He was going to have a ruined orgasm. Can’t have that! I salvaged it at the last second.

Tonight I assume Lion won’t be horny. I may be wrong. We’ll have to see what happens. I’m thinking it might be time for another pegging session. Then some snuggling and go from there.