It’s no surprise that Lion and I are on different pages. In this case, it’s a benefit. Yesterday he was feeling down, but I was doing ok. Last week I was feeling down, but he was not. Now this is all relative, of course. We’re both stressed about our finances. I’m only talking about how we’re handling it on a given day. Some days we function better than others. Lion was not functioning as well yesterday. With that knowledge, I decided to come up with the dinner idea and I returned a call from a creditor. We make a pretty good team.

By afternoon, Lion was in a better mood and reporting that he was horny. I love hearing the Lion weather report. He knew he had some punishment swats coming, but he also knew that he was in for an edging session. When I said I had a headache he told me I didn’t need to worry about the punishment. What a guy! I told him I could just give him twice as many swats the next day. He scrunched up his face. He hadn’t thought of that, but admitted I can do anything I want. Well, I wanted to give him his punishment swats last night. Big, nasty swats with a big nasty paddle. So that’s what I did. I have no idea how many swats, but they were definitely hard. And he squirmed so he got a few more. For some reason he had a very sore spot on one side. I know these were hard swats, but there was something extra sensitive going on there. Naturally, the effect did not last all that long.

About an hour later, I unlocked Mr. Weenie. I pulled out some Velcro from my bag of tricks. Lion made a face. I demonstrated how the little teeth could bite into Mr. Weenie. He said I didn’t have to do that. I agreed. So I picked up a clothes pin with the sandpaper-like coating and said we could use that instead. He didn’t like that idea either. Picky, picky. Not that he had much choice in the matter, but again, I agreed. Just the threat of those items was enough. Besides, Mr. Weenie was ready for action. After I edged him a few times, I put some lube on my hand. It’s very slippery silicon lube.

I can’t tell you how many times I edged Lion using the lube. He’d survived about three times before I even put the lube on. It had to be at least four more times and toward the end I wasn’t pausing for long between each go. As far as I could tell he never created any pre-cum but he was so slathered in lube I’m not really sure. I just know he was very frustrated. I decided to stop before I broke him or before I accidentally went too far. I didn’t want a ruined orgasm. That may come in handy at some point, but not last night.

When he had cleaned off the lube and calmed down, Lion asked if I wanted him to put the ring back on. I told him I would let him know when it was time. I need him to understand that he’ll be locked up when I want him to be locked up. If it gets late and it seems like I may have forgotten, then he can ask, but otherwise, I will decide when he puts the ring on. It’s my property and if I want it to be wild for an hour after the festivities then that’s what will happen. Lion needs to remember who’s in charge.

I do too.

The other day I was debating whether to change things up and tell Lion when his scheduled orgasms are. For a long time I did, and then we went to scheduled dates but he was not privy to the information. I wondered if not knowing made him always think “tonight’s the night.” On the other hand, knowing the date might allow him to get into the mindset of waiting. In his post this morning he said he thinks he wants to know again. Why not? There’s no reason I can’t tell him. And, of course, no reason I can’t change my mind at a future date. So yesterday I changed his orgasm calendar date to August 18 and then immediately realized that August 15 (our anniversary) made much more sense.

What was Lion’s first response? “That’s so far away!” I knew he didn’t want to know. Yes, it is one of his longer waits. Yes, it would have been a few days longer had I kept the August 18 date. Yes, it will be difficult to make it. Yes, I know he can do it. And then within a few minutes he was telling me that he can do it. He also told me that I would probably give him a bonus orgasm before then. A few minutes later he said that if I hadn’t told him the scheduled date, he’s pretty sure I would have given him an orgasm last night or tonight. Well, he’s right that he’ll probably get a bonus orgasm before his scheduled date. But, since he said the other day that he would rather wait a while, I wasn’t planning on giving him an orgasm at least until next weekend. Depending on how he handles his knowledge of the scheduled date, I may wait the full amount. It’s up to him. And not in the he’s-calling-the-shots way, but in the how-much-does-he-whine way. I already told him if he’s on his best behavior and earns a reward, he might get an orgasm early. Of course, then he said there was no way for him to earn a reward. True. I’ll have to think of something.

In the meantime, he had a double dose of teasing yesterday. And he’s likely to be teased tonight, after his punishment swats. And every night for the foreseeable future. What more could a Lion want? (I know what more a Lion could want.)

That has a few meanings for us lately. You all know about our financial problems and why don’t we just shut up about that already. I agree. I’m talking about edging Lion. He’s been a very horny boy lately and, rather than give him orgasms, I’ve decided to return to edging him. Not that I didn’t edge him before each orgasm, but I mean just edging him. Stopping just short of his promised land, so to speak.

He made a comment the other day that it’s possible to have too many orgasms. He wanted to wait. I thought I was being nice. I was taking pity on him because if nothing else seems to be going right, at least he could have an orgasm. He didn’t think I was not being nice. He just voiced an opinion. And I know he likes to wait sometimes, although he’s not a fan of an extended wait. I think 21 days is the longest he’s waited. That’s a mini wait for some caged males. Not even the blink of an eye. So far he’s been waiting five days and, if memory serves, he’s got quite a while to wait till his next scheduled orgasm. It certainly won’t happen tonight. But he will get edged.

Today is manscaping day. I’ll unlock him and get rid of all that extra fuzz cluttering up my play area. He’ll be hair free from belly button down and around back to his buns. While he’s wild, I usually play with him a bit. Sometimes it’s just a quick feel. Other times it’s a full edging. When he’s very horny, it takes very little touching to get Mr. Weenie to full attention. If the mood strikes me I can be very mean to my pet and ignore him altogether. Just let his erection fade into the sunset without even acknowledging it. I can do my trimming and hand him his ring to put on when he’s able to. But what fun would that be? Ignore him? No, no, no. I want to let him know I see his dilemma and I can help. Of course, by helping I know I’ll only make it worse. Because, you see, he said he wants to wait. Silly boy.

So if I do actually play with him (and why wouldn’t I?) while I manscape him, then I might even decide to edge him again tonight. Double whammy! Poor Lion. I can hear him grumbling already.

Ordinarily I think of myself as an optimistic pessimist. Recently, however, I was told I’m actually a realist. Since I tend to lean toward the glass being half empty, I stand by my optimistic pessimism. The glass is half empty but the waitress may be coming to fill it up at some point. In other words, I may always feel down, but I try not to let it get me down. The past few days I have. We are still in the same dire straits we were in yesterday, but Lion has another interview on Wednesday so things may be looking up again. Life is a roller coaster. I don’t like roller coasters. I’m more of a Tilt-a-Whirl or Scrambler person.

I think we’ve both been pretty exhausted. We seem to sleep at night, but we’re not getting good sleep. Stress will do that to you. I was debating whether or not to play with Lion last night. About 9 I asked for the Lion weather report. He said he thought he was horny. Still, I debated. According to our relationship agreement (if you watch The Big Bang Theory you get the reference) I could have taken last night off since I played with him Thursday night. By 10 he looked so hopeful that I gave in. After I unlocked him and started sucking him he said, “uh oh.” I stopped. Uh oh? He said he forgot to remind me it was maintenance spanking day. Uh oh, indeed! I almost stopped to administer the swats then, but I was otherwise engaged. I told him he had something for his list on Monday and continued.

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Lion loves to be sucked. I think most men do. Many women find it distasteful. I’m not one of them. I love sucking him almost as much as he loves being sucked. When I was done he told me it was perfect, except that I forgot to go all the way. Did I? No, I don’t think I did. I think I went all the way to the edge quite a few times. He laughed. I reminded him that Thursday night, when I offered to let him come if he wanted to eat it, he told me sometimes it’s nice to wait. Well, my pet, you don’t get to choose how long that wait is. One more day? Two more days? A week? You roll the dice and take your chances.

Part of me still wonders if it’s better for him to know the exact date of his next orgasm. Even if I said it was next Tuesday, I still have the power to give it to him Monday or Thursday. He could never be sure. Part of me thinks it’s better that he always think tonight’s the night. This time she’ll keep going. This is definitely it. Damn! I do know that I’m more likely to cheat and give him an unscheduled orgasm. I knew I would. But I did that when he knew the date anyway. Keep him guessing. Maybe tonight really is the night. We’ll see.