We did some more reconfiguring of our audio-visual area of the bedroom and, as often happens, needed new parts in the process. I went off to buy them while Lion configured things on the remote. The whole process took a few hours, and I didn’t get a chance to write a post yesterday. Lion also, as you probably noticed, did not write a post this morning. I’d like to say we’re back on track, but I never know what’s going to happen next.

The one thing I can be sure of is that Lion had some fun last night. I asked him the silly question, “Do you want me to suck you?”. He responded that it was, indeed, a silly question and moved across the bed. I don’t know how many days it had been since his last orgasm. I don’t know how many days it was since we last did anything sexual. I just knew that I wanted to suck him. I was prepared for him to say no since his post the other day was about telling me no when I asked if he wanted to do anything. If he had said no, I was going to tell him it was too bad. I wanted to suck him, and that’s what I was going to do. Happily, we seemed to be on the same page.

I had no idea if we’d get to the edge. I was just playing it by ear. Literally. I was listening to his breathing to know when he was getting closer. Just to be sure he knew who was in charge, I stopped once he got reasonably close to the edge. I figured it was about the time he might be thinking he was going to go all the way. Then I started again. When he was closer but still not quite there, I stopped again. He was breathing faster. Would I start again or leave him hanging? He had no idea, but I’m sure he was happy when I started again.

I wasn’t even sure if I’d stop again. I didn’t have a plan one way or the other. My desire to make him happy won out. I kept going right on over the edge. It seemed like a big orgasm. He said it was when I asked. However, no cream filling for me. Poor me. Lion thinks he’s broken. I’m glad he had such a wonderful orgasm, even if I didn’t get any bonus from it. I love giving him orgasms.

Lion got his blow job last night. It wasn’t early as I had intended. Weekends and days off tend to get away from us. However, he got it, and he was very happy. He didn’t produce any cream filling for me, which made me a little sad, but we both had fun, and that’s all that matters.

I don’t know if he’ll be ready for more love tonight. He’s been writing away. Sometimes that means he won’t be in the mood. He’s often not ready the day after an orgasm. I suppose, if I really want to, I can press the point and tell him to mount the massage table anyway. Who cares if he’s ready for anal activity? Well, I do. I’d like him to be at least a little in the mood. It has nothing to do with his ass being opened up further. In that case, he doesn’t have to be hard. I’m not dealing with that side of the Lion. However, it’s better if he’s “enjoying it.”

I know he doesn’t enjoy anal activity the same way I did. I guess it’s something that shows my power over him. I don’t understand why he wants what he wants. I just have to be able to do it. Sometimes it takes a while to be able to do things. It took a very long time to spank him the way he wanted me to. It wasn’t even for punishment. Just regular play spanking took a long time to figure out. I can’t even tell you how pathetic my spankings were in the beginning. I’m surprised Lion hung in there as long as he did. It must have been like a little kid learning the violin or clarinet with all the screeching. My little swats wouldn’t even have killed a fly. But he survived, and some days he’s very sorry he did.

Anyway, I’ll take my cues from Lion as to whether we play tonight. We can always start the anal fun tomorrow.

When I woke up this morning, it was a little before 9. We’ve been going to bed late. I guess it’s become normal for us to finally turn the TV off at midnight, although I’m usually tired before that. Lion waits as long as possible to take out his contacts. I understand completely. He can’t see much without them. Anyway, I rolled over and noticed the chocolate stain on the comforter. It was easy to see. This week’s comforter was light gray. There it was. The brown standing right out there. My first thought was that Lion did it on purpose, so I’ll be sure to change the bed today. I know he didn’t. He never does things like that. My second thought was, “Wasn’t he supposed to be punished for spilling things on the comforter?”

Of course he is. I’ve been very lax about punishing him lately. Part of it is that he’s been a very good boy. Another part is that we were sick and it was hot and I didn’t feel like expending much energy on anything. However, I’ve been trying to get things back to normal. I gave him a “just because” spanking the other night and he yelped the entire time. I even took it easy on him because his virgin butt hadn’t been spanked in such a long time. Sometimes I’m just too nice. This time his spanking will be more punishment-like. Well, it will be punishment. Poor Lion butt.

No, no, no. None of that poor Lion butt nonsense. I know he didn’t mean to spill ice cream on the bed. Now that the freezer is working correctly, it makes ice cream super hard. I don’t like super hard ice cream, so I tend to keep my ice cream in the refrigerator freezer. But then it tends to be too soft. There’s no happy medium. The super hard ice cream is hard to scoop out. It’s Ben and Jerry’s so we each have our own flavor. We tend to eat different flavors of most ice cream, but Ben and Jerry’s is a pint so we eat straight from the container. And one of those spoonsful took off across the bed, hence the stain. To be fair, it was bound to happen. I’m actually surprised it took a full week for a stain to appear. Normally he spills the first night of fresh bedding.

Lion had his blow job before the spilling incident. I don’t think I would have denied him the orgasm because he spilled something. I’ve never equated his waiting with punishment. To me, it’s two separate issues. When I get him off has nothing to do with when I spank him, except that I tend not to give him sex after punishment unless he’s had time to process the spanking first. Besides, I usually spank him earlier in the evening, so last night’s infraction would be punished today anyway.

He got to enjoy his balls-tied blow job without worrying about his buns being sore tonight. Lucky Lion weenie. Okay, poor Lion butt.

As promised, I set up the massage table so we could play. The straps didn’t work out. One issue is that there are cables that help stabilize the legs and those can get in the way. Another issue is the length of the straps. One is a little too long for the spanking bench, but it’s too short for the massage table, which is wider. I’m sure I can figure something out. It’s just a matter of measuring and possibly permanently attaching them. I’ve had that thought for the spanking bench too, but I haven’t done anything about it.

Despite not being strapped down, I decided to use some nasty-ish clothespins on Lion. The have tread tape on the pinchy parts. That means they grip harder and also hold on a little bit longer on removal. Ouchy! I don’t know how many I got on him. I just made a stripe from back to front, straight up the middle. I know there are a few spots that are super sensitive. I’m sure I hit them because Lion doesn’t have a very good poker face.

I made sure I had him a little turned on before I started with the clothespins. He wasn’t completely hard, but he was well on his way. I even put a clothespin on each of his nipples. He swears he doesn’t like that, but Mr. Weenie gives him away. He’ll protest and Mr. Weenie will reach for the sky. Can’t fool me.

lion's balls tied tight
Lion’s tied balls.

I wasn’t going to give him an orgasm. I just wanted to get his motor running after not playing for about a week. Of course, I didn’t tell him that. Why ruin the surprise? He needs to think he’s going for gold every time otherwise it won’t be as fun. For me. It’s never fun for him when I stop short of the promised land. Well, that’s not true. He enjoys it on some level even if he is disappointed, and usually out of breath. I got him nice and hard and breathing heavy. And I left him hanging. What a bitch! Yup. That’s me.

Tonight, I’m thinking about tying his balls up in a nice little bow while I suck him. I like tying his balls and making them bounce. I just like his balls, period. And sucking him is my favorite form of torture. It’s not a torture? It is if I don’t take him all the way. Poor Lion.