Our heat wave started yesterday. We were stuck in cooler weather while most of the country sweltered. It’s our turn now. However, our heat wave only takes us up in the 90s. I find it difficult to handle that. I can’t imagine what I’d do if I was in Texas like my son and his wife. Blech. Heat.

Stupidly, I have been mowing the lawn. It really needed it and I’ve been doing it in the morning, before it gets too hot. It may be too hot already today, but I don’t have that much left to do. I came inside for some water and to sit in front of the fan before my final push. This may be the last time the grass will need mowing this summer. We’re entering the three months of the year that it doesn’t rain much.

We’ve been going to bed at midnight and waking up at 6 am. Well, Lion did that for a few days and then I started yesterday. He slept in. Today we were both up at 6. Why? It’s Sunday. Let me sleep! Between the heat, lack of sleep and still being achy from cleaning out the camper and all of that running around, I’ve been wiped out. I don’t normally nap. I did a little bit on Saturday afternoon. We had the air conditioners on and it was very pleasant.

After dinner, I snuggled close to Lion and fondled my weenie. I wasn’t actively trying to get him hard. I was letting him know the offer was on the table. Eventually, I asked if he’d be very upset if I sucked him. I was teasing, of course. I figured he’d jump at the chance. We haven’t been very physical since his orgasm last weekend. I sucked him less urgently than I have in the past. I can see how he’d think I was just trying to get it over with. This time I used less suction and let my tongue wander a little more. I don’t know if he noticed. I think I’m doing all these great things and when I ask him about it, he says he didn’t notice. I know blood has left his brain, but I’d think he’d feel some difference.

[Lion — I do feel differences but I can’t really identify what has changed. Some of Mrs. Lion’s tricks feel amazing. I hate to break my concentration to comment. Next time I will so she knows what works best. It all feels great!]

The past few times I’ve played with him, he’s gotten an orgasm. I take pity on the poor boy because sometimes he has trouble getting anywhere near the edge. I’m afraid if I stop, he won’t be able to get back. Last night I didn’t care. Well, I did care. I just didn’t think he should get an orgasm every time he gets attention. That’s not the way his world works. Orgasm denial doesn’t mean I don’t give him sex for a while and then he gets an orgasm. It means I get him all riled up and sometimes leave him hanging. And that’s exactly what I did to him last night. I don’t know if he was surprised or not. He’s got to watch out for me. I’m a tricky one.

[Lion — Teasing like that is what I signed up for. It’s effective because I don’t masturbate. If I could, I would have to go back into a male chastity device.]

Lion came out of his office after 4:30. I set up the spanking bench while he did whatever he was doing. I put the straps on him. By the time we got going, it was about 4:45. Lion said he still needed to set up the coffee pot, so I should make sure to be done in time for that. Was he really telling me to hurry up? Is it my fault he didn’t come out of his office earlier? Is it my fault he didn’t set up the coffee pot when he was out checking on his beloved tomato plants? No. He couldn’t possibly be saying any of that.

Aside from telling me the lower strap should be tighter, he also said I was hitting too hard at one point. First, he says he hasn’t felt the past few spankings for very long afterwards, and now he says I’m hitting too hard. I think he’s in need of a “shut up, Lion” spanking. Nevertheless, I backed off a bit. In the end, pun intended, I thought I whomped him harder and he’d feel it longer. No such luck. I guess I need to go back to the wooden paddles whether they cause bleeding or not. I just don’t get the same effect out of the leather ones.

After dinner, I told Lion I wanted him across the bed so I could suck him. He never moves as fast as when I tell him that. He’s like a blur. Zoom! Ready. He was quick to get hard, but it still took a while to get him really going. I swear he’s said recently that I haven’t been edging him like I used to. I know we went through a patch where I didn’t live up to my agreement of playing with him every other day. He needs more attention than that. This time around, I’ve been trying to arouse him every day. He just hasn’t been interested. He’s also been concerned about my head hurting. I won’t do it if my head hurts. If I’m offering, it means I’m good to go. I decided to edge him last night. Of course, when I was done, he said he was hoping for an orgasm. If I’d given him an orgasm, he’d have said he wanted me to edge him. Welcome to the no-win department.

Tonight, I may or may not give him an orgasm. I haven’t decided yet. I still like playing with my food.

Sunday was hair removal day here. Mrs. Lion waxed me, front and back. Nothing is left between my neck and upper thighs. It’s a good look. I like how my balls feel when completely hairless. The skin is soft and very sensitive. I wonder if she notices. The waxing process takes a lot less time and seems easier for my lioness. It’s true that the hair growing back is thinner (less thick). In most places, less grows back as well. There is one spot above the base of my cock that grows back despite laser and wax treatments. Stubborn.

I always get a short, fun playtime after Mrs. Lion uses oil (light mineral oil) to clean off any wax residue. She oils my cock and balls and then masturbates me. It always feels good. On Sunday, there was something new. She moved her hand down and then let go. Rinse and repeat—just downstrokes. Holy shit!

In the past, she’s used just upstrokes. This technique is exciting but will never produce an orgasm. Nature has programmed us, males, to always ejaculate on the thrust in. That makes sense. We need to ejaculate as close to the cervix as we can get. That gives our sperm the shortest swim to the waiting egg.

That means if his partner is playing with his penis and only moves her hand up from the body, there will be sexual stimulation but no trigger to ejaculate. Mean tops like my lioness know this since this motion is also less arousing because the skin is being pulled up and over the frenulum, which reduces contact and stimulation.

For the record, I’ve had the skin pulled down with one hand while the other (lubed, of course) moves up over the sensitive spot. The result is more arousal but no orgasm regardless of how long she did it. My penis was aware of the direction of stimulation and refused to squirt.

On Sunday, Mrs. Lion did the opposite. She oiled me up and then moved her hand over the head and down to my body. She did it at the same speed she would normally move up and down when she jerked me off. The sensation was amazing. I did not doubt that I would come if she kept it up. She didn’t–the bitch! She smiled and said, “Not now.”

Lion won’t mind, I’m sure, but I keep thinking his birthday is Friday. I know it’s the ninth. I keep thinking the ninth is Friday. It would mean Lion would get his orgasm a day early. He wouldn’t argue with that.

He’s not exactly chomping at the bit. He’s horny. He’s not super horny. There’s nothing wrong with not being super horny. He can’t always be super horny. I love it when he is. He seems extra hard. But regular hard is wonderful too. I’ve been known to work with any kind of horny. As long as he’s “up” for his birthday ride, it’s all good.

I certainly got him close last night. I’m pretty sure he was within a second or two of coming. I was playing with fire. If he’d had an orgasm, I don’t think he would have recovered in time for this weekend’s fun. I have to walk the fine line between keeping him wanting more and going too far. The obvious answer would be to leave him alone until I’m ready for the main event. The problem is that he may actually lose interest if I don’t keep reminding him how much he wants to come.

Tonight is the dog’s second to last puppy training class. We’ve been getting home, eating, and settled in fairly late from that. Plus, Lion tends to be tired after all the exertion. I am too, but he’s not used to being out and about. I don’t think we’ll do much more than snuggle tonight. I may get my weenie a little excited, but he probably won’t get near the edge.

On the plus side, it’s been getting rainier and cooler around here, so snuggling under the covers is easier since I’m cold too. Over the summer, it was difficult because Lion would be under the covers, and I’d be sweating on top. He’d be cold when he came out, and when I went under, I’d be hot. It’s nice to be able to hunker down together again.