The other day, while I was waxing Lion, he got very excited when I started jerking him off. I had a lot of oil on him. Things were very slippery. I noticed that he seemed to be at the perfect height. My back wasn’t hurting. However, I had another side of Lion to wax so I couldn’t dawdle.

That night, he said he was amazed at how excited he’d gotten. He theorized that it was a combination of the oil and the angle that did it. I decided to see if we could recreate it in the bedroom. It wasn’t really a surprise when we couldn’t. First of all, I wasn’t using oil. It was a water based lube. I’m not sure if silicone based would have worked better or not. Maybe it really does have to be oil. The second problem was the angle. I was sitting next to him. I was twisted and my back was starting to hurt. Standing next to him was worse.

I’ve suggested we could use the waxing table again to see if we can recreate his excitement. Getting oil all over the place isn’t an issue and the angle will be better. I also realized I don’t know which hand I was using. Lion wondered what the difference was. I think it depends on whether my fingertips are on the bottom or top of his penis. On the bottom, they can hit all the good spots.

Aside from the oil and angle, I wonder if the change of scenery made him excited. Maybe it was the fact that I was touching him all over when I applied the oil to get residual wax off. It could be any number of things. It will be fun trying to figure out what works. I love experimenting on Lion. He’s such a willing test subject.

Buried deep in any relationship, kinky or not, there always seems to be that little nagging fear about “doing it right”. Mrs. Lion worries about whether she’s making me wait between orgasms too little or too much. After seven years of doing this, you’d think that there would be no more questions about “just right”. Of course, there are.

I don’t react to things the same way year in and year out. I don’t think I’m even that stable across much shorter time spans. When dealing with something as ephemeral as ejaculation, it isn’t possible to set some sexual oven timer to just the right setting to make a perfect orgasm. Sex isn’t like baking. What makes things difficult for Mrs. Lion is that she, not I, decides when I’m ready. Thinking back to all the years that I got to decide, I can’t claim to have set my own timer very well either.

In one sense, sexual timing is opportunistic. Before male chastity, I got to have sex when it was available. True, I could always jerk off if nothing else seemed available. Even doing that carried some risks. What would happen if I masturbated today and tomorrow a great opportunity for a blow job came up. I might or might not be optimally ready to enjoy it. Worse yet, what if I played with myself in the afternoon and then that evening my partner wanted sex. I might not even be able to perform. I actually worried about things like this. As a result, when Mrs. Lion was very infrequently offering sex, I would put off masturbating as long as I could on the off chance tonight might be the night for the real deal. As it turned out, I rarely had a conflict.

Fast-forward to our current situation. I can’t masturbate and I have no choice but to wait for Mrs. Lion to decide to get me off. Because she isn’t interested in sex for herself, she has no biological clock to help her decide when I should ejaculate. Since we practice male chastity, even if she had that clock, it wouldn’t drive her decision to get me off. Or would it?

Every couple has their own particular male chastity style. Some enjoy excruciatingly long waits between orgasms. Others, have fun with keeping the male as horny as possible for more limited amounts of time. We fall into the second category. I think Mrs. Lion would be happy if she could discover some method she could use to decide when it was time for me to ejaculate. Over the years, the amount of time between my orgasms has increased. Part of the reason for this is that I’ve gotten older and a little sicker. This seems to have made it more comfortable for me to wait longer.

A bigger reason, I think, is that I’ve learned to appreciate being teased. I’ve learned to truly enjoy being edged. I haven’t learned to like it enough to forgo orgasms entirely, but I have acquired a real taste for it. This will not come as a surprise to Mrs. Lion. That still leaves the big question open. How long should I wait?

Under the rules of male chastity, I’m not supposed to decide how long. Even if it was up to me, I’m not sure I would have any better luck coming up with a schedule than my lioness. As she mentioned in her post yesterday, we did talk about not starting the clock until she was able to bring me right to the edge of orgasm. The reasoning is that until we get to that point, I’m not particularly motivated to ejaculate. Our recent experience indicates that this initial non-edging period can run anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks.

It’s pretty easy for both of us to know when I’m in this zone. I am very happy to simply enjoy the sexual stimulation without any hope of orgasm during this time. Ejaculating only becomes important to me when Mrs. Lion can push me right to the edge. Then I really want to come. It makes sense that this is when her “orgasm clock” should start. We’re still begging the question. Once it starts, how long should it run?

So far, Mrs. Lion is ready to give in and let me have an orgasm before I am. Maybe it is a kind of sexual game of chicken. Perhaps the fun in it can be seeing who gives in first. Obviously, I can’t demand an orgasm when I’ve had enough. I think Mrs. Lion can tell when she’s pushed me to the point that I’m almost willing to do anything if she’ll just finish me off. I think this is where it becomes fun. So far, she’s never kept me at that point very long. I think the longest she’s made me wait after I get this desperate has been three days. What would it be like if she made me wait a week? Or two?

Would it stop being fun for me after a while? Would it become more fun for her when I reach that point of desperation? Would I ever get to that point? We don’t know the answer. We don’t even know how much fun it would be for her or for me if we try. Perhaps we should try to find out.

We have an osmosis filter under our kitchen sink. I hate it. The water is great. There are no nasties in it. But: a) I’m always afraid it will leak, and b) when I changed the filters – with lots of grumbling – something happened to the feed for our ice maker. Since Lion can’t crawl around on the floor, I have to do it. I hate anything associated with home improvement. My ex-husband and I did a lot of home improvements. We fought constantly while we did them. We fought constantly anyway, but particularly when we did home improvements. Thus, I don’t want to crawl around on the floor while Lion offers suggestions as to what the cause of the ice maker’s problem may be.

I started writing this post before we attempted to fix the kitchen light. It’s a fluorescent fixture with four bulbs, two of which worked, and a ballast that buzzed like crazy. The other day, for some reason, all four bulbs came on and the brightness was cut in half. Lion decided we needed to fix it. He’s done electrical work in the past, (I have too in the home improvement hell of my first marriage) and he was sure it would be an easy fix. Ha! I believe in Murphy’s Law. However, Lion was right. The only problem was that he kept telling me to tuck wires that didn’t seem like they’d be in the way and there was nowhere to tuck them until I put the shroud back up anyway. Wires stripped. Wires connected. Shroud up. Wires tucked. Bulb in. Bulb tested. Repeat three times. Cover up. Done. Dare I say it was easy?

As we ate lunch by the light of the newly wired kitchen fixture, Lion conceded that the ice maker is working fine. It may have slowed down, but there are no crimps and there is nothing to do. Is that my second win of the day? I’m getting light-headed. The only chores left today is maybe some laundry and watching our football team attempt to look like they know how to play the game. Yesterday’s chore was much more fun. [Lion comments — Spanking me is also on her list.]

While I dislike waxing Lion, there are some fringe benefits. Number one is, of course, having a naked Lion in front of me. Since he’s normally naked, that may not seem like a fringe benefit, but he’s not normally on full display on a waxing table. And part of the waxing process is oiling him up so the wax doesn’t stick to his skin so much. The obvious fringe benefit there is that my hands don’t stick to him so much either. As in, they glide ever so smoothly over my weenie and the boys. There may not be a lot of hair on my weenie but I made sure the wax wouldn’t stand a chance of sticking. A little side trip to hand job-ville is always fun. You might say he got more of a benefit out of it but I’m not keeping score. I was distracted from the chore of waxing for a few minutes. I think we both took advantage of the situation.

Sometimes Lion thinks playing with him is a chore. I suppose, when it takes a long time to get him to the edge, I might see it as more of a chore than other times. In general, it’s not a chore. Besides, if playing with a hard weenie and making a Lion squirm is a chore, sign me up. It’s as much of a chore as giving a hand job to an oiled up weenie. I’d much rather play with Lion than do a load of laundry. Some chores are obviously more fun than others.

Damn NFL draft! I hadn’t counted on it foiling my plans for Zapardy! I have no idea how many rounds there are nor how many will be televised. It’s quite possible we’ll have to wait till Monday to play our game.

In the meantime, I am currently warming the wax so I can de-fur Lion. He’s been hinting for a week or so that he needs it done. I’ve also noticed the hair on the base of his penis giving me a mustache when I do a blow job. It doesn’t really bother me but it’s a sure sign he needs to be waxed. I’m thinking I’ll do the front today and the flipside tomorrow. I’ll see how ambitious I am before I decide on his legs. I can certainly do from his upper thighs to his neck, minus his arms of course. Depending on my energy level, I can do his legs when I do his back since, thankfully, there’s less hair there.

Just because we didn’t play Zapardy! doesn’t mean Lion didn’t have fun. Actually, he had his fun before Zapardy! was even supposed to be on. I think it’s fortuitous that Lion has somewhat lost interest in handjobs and I’ve found them more difficult to administer than blow jobs. Last year, if you recall, I wanted to bring the number of oral orgasms even with handjob orgasms. I failed miserably. I’m not sure what the numbers are this year but I’d guess I’m closer to 50-50, if not favoring oral. [Lion — So far this year Mrs. Lion has made me come with 5 handjobs and 8 blow jobs!]

We didn’t “play” in Lion’s sense of the word. I might have playfully pinched at his nipples, but I didn’t linger. I simply told him I needed him across the bed and he complied. It would be very silly of him not to comply. I was offering his favorite activity.

I knew we were up there in terms of days since his previous orgasm, but I wasn’t sure if it was day thirteen or fourteen. I wasn’t even sure I was going to give him an orgasm. He’d said he wasn’t sure how he felt about getting one. At least that’s what I read. He was playing semantics with me while I was playing with his nipples. He said he knew exactly how he felt about it. Well, I knew exactly how he’d feel about it in a few minutes. If all went well, he’d be desperate for one.

He said I got him “dangerously close” to an orgasm when I edged him. I knew it was close but if I went too far I wouldn’t have let it be a ruined orgasm. I would have finished him off. It’s rarely fun to let it be ruined. As it turned out, it wasn’t ruined at all. He had a very nice orgasm and I was rewarded with very nice cum. He says it makes sense there would be more because it had been a long time between orgasms. I say there was a lot because of my skillful ministrations. I have no idea which of us is right. It’s possible it has nothing to do with either.

At any rate, Lion is a happy boy and he’ll be even happier after he gets waxed. I think he can stifle his disappointment at missing out on Zapardy! for a few days.

[Lion — Zapardy is a game we play while watching “Jeopardy” on TV. I answer questions along with the contestants. If I get one wrong, Mrs. Lion zaps me with the doggy shock collar. Nothing happened if I get one right.]