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In: Edging, Punishment

I asked Lion if he was horny. He said he might be. Why do I bother? I just went around and unlocked him and told him I was going to suck him. I know he likes it better when I tell him what I want, but I’d like to know if it’s got any chance of working before I order him across the bed. I mean, if he’s not interested at all, it makes no sense for me to do it. From his point of view, I guess the mere act of ordering him might be the thing that flips the switch. I hope he’d give me a genuine head’s up if he wasn’t feeling well or knew it wouldn’t work.

However, last night it worked. Of course, Lion didn’t think it worked completely because I didn’t give him an orgasm. I knew he wasn’t getting one. I’m pretty sure I said in my post that he wasn’t getting one. A lion can hope. I got him very, very close a few times. I think that’s a big win. He was very excited and very disappointed he didn’t get his happy ending. I’d say tonight is another night, but there’s the matter of punishment to deal with first.

As I said yesterday, Lion didn’t sleep well Tuesday night. He was tired yesterday and slept after his shower. He blames that for forgetting to set up the coffee pot. If I was going to fall for an excuse, that wouldn’t be it. The problem is that he fell asleep after his 5 pm deadline to set up the coffee pot. He walked past me a few times. My desk is in this sort of not-a-hallway, not-a-real-room area between the bedroom, his office, and the rest of the house. I wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, but he had ample opportunity to do his job. The other excuse he tried was that he was writing. Yup. And I was making dinner when I took a minute to put the pieces together and put water in the reservoir between stirring this and not burning that. Life goes on.

Maybe a sore butt will turn him on more. Let’s see how sore I can get him tonight.

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In: Bondage, Edging, Orgasm

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?

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In: Spanking, Edging, Locking Cock Ring

Lion had an MRI yesterday. Now we wait for the results. I hope they let him know the outcome on Monday, but I don’t know how realistic that is. He may have to make an appointment to go over them. I guess it depends on what they find. Waiting may be worse than the actual test.

I don’t know if Lion was in the mood for anything last night. I played with my weenie a bit. He didn’t get very hard, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying himself. The angle is wrong for any lengthy play. My arm started to hurt so I didn’t try very long. For a while I’ve wondered if there’s a nerve in the arm that’s similar to the sciatic nerve in the leg. It turns out there is. If it flares up like a sciatic then it should be letting go soon. I’m not saying we can’t play until then. I’m just saying the mystery has been solved.

At some point today I’ll bring out the spanking bench. We have no appointments. I’m not working. I just have the regular old weekend things to do. There’s no reason I can’t whomp a Lion. If I do it early enough, I can even play with him. I don’t know if it will be as adventurous as anal play or tying him to the bed, but we can certainly do something. It’s been a while since his last orgasm. I have to edge him to prime the pump and maybe tomorrow he might get lucky. Of course, one could argue that he gets lucky every time I give him attention. It depends on what you consider getting lucky.

Now that his MRI is behind him, there’s no need to worry about metal accessories. I can lock him away again. The first step is remembering to do it. Spanking, edging, locking. Spanking, edging, locking. That will be my mantra for the day.

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In: Chastity hardware, Edging, Orgasm
Lion is locked in his cock ring. He isn’t complaining since he can still get hard. (Obviously this picture is before waxing.)

When I was trying to motivate myself to clean up the dinner dishes, Lion asked if I was showering. I’ve been on a roughly every-other-day routine since I’ve been working from home. If I feel particularly yucky, I shower more often. I also owed Lion a spanking because he left the shower door open again. However, as I was motivating myself, he mumbled something under his breath. He thinks I don’t listen to him most of the time. I asked what he said, and he claimed it wasn’t important. That’s interesting because what I thought I heard was something about being too late. Would that be too late for sex? I assumed so without asking him. [Lion — I didn’t mumble about anything being “too late.” I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it wasn’t about sex. I think I said it was late to spank me; not too late. I was thinking about our earlier conversation about punishing closer to the offense.]

Since he needs time to recover after a spanking, and I didn’t want it to be too late for sex, despite his nap while I was making dinner, I decided to push off the spanking and shower so I could “service” the Lion. (My ex had a friend who would say he serviced his girlfriend. It made me think he was sleazy.) If he wanted sex, he’d have to put up with a potentially stinky Lioness. I don’t think I am, by the way. [Lion — She isn’t.]

He asked me to get the bag with the locking cock ring so he could look for it while I took my shower. We found the ring and the key, so we were all set. Then I told him I was delaying his spanking. He was happy about that even though he’d just talked about having the punishment closer to the crime. I guess sex outweighs that idea. Sex outweighs a lot of ideas. Before I locked him up, I wanted to give him a fond farewell. When I first locked him up, all those years ago, I made him masturbate for me one last time so I could see his technique. I certainly wasn’t going to have him masturbate this time around. But I could do it for him.

Without lube, only stroking down his penis is almost impossible. I didn’t want to make a mess, so I just jerked him off the old-fashioned way. Of course, I wasn’t going straight for the gold. I wanted him to work for his orgasm. I edged him a few times to make him sweat. Then I gave him his orgasm. Unfortunately, it didn’t produce more than a trickle although it did leak out a little while later. I’d much rather have it all at once, so I have a reward too, but we’ll take what we can get. He’s still keeping up with his electronic Kegels. I’m hoping he’ll give me nice cream filling in the near future.

I think I did manage to pinch him when I put the ring on. Just a little though. I don’t think there will be a bruise. Now he’s all locked up again. Well, not all locked up. Mr. Weenie is free. He just has a metal necklace.