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Lion has it in his head that I like it more when he’s not horny. I’m not sure where he got that idea, since I’m the one who’s been telling him he’s not broken. And I’ve been encouraging by unlocking him so I can hold my weenie even if he doesn’t want to get hard. Maybe he’s thinking if he really is broken, it will be okay because I don’t mind when he’s not horny.

It’s true that I told him it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he was permanently broken. It’s not like our marriage was built only on sex. There have been times in the past that he’s told me he’d be happy even if we stopped doing any BDSM. I didn’t think it was true, and sure enough, within a short time he wanted to start again. I know he’d miss sex. But if he isn’t horny anymore, maybe he wouldn’t. I’m not horny anymore and I don’t miss it. I’m very happy snuggling and holding hands. But that doesn’t mean I like when he’s not horny.

How am I supposed to give him orgasms if he’s not horny? I love his orgasms. As you know, not giving him an orgasm is often a struggle for me. Teasing and denial is almost as bad for me as it is for Lion. I know, I know. It’s not as bad. I said almost. I’m the reason his orgasm count was so high last year. I’m the one who caved in and let him come on a non-orgasm day. I’m the one who has arguments in my head as I’m teasing him. He has to wait another day. No, he doesn’t. Yes, he does. He’s waited four days already. We were going for seven. Too late.

I like when Lion is horny. I love making his situation worse. I love seeing my weenie standing tall and proud. Last night, Lion wasn’t horny. According to his email today, he’s back to himself again. I hope that means he’s horny again.

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After four days of self-imposed house arrest, I’m going out today. The dog has a grooming appointment and we have some errands to run. I didn’t sleep as much yesterday as I had in previous days. I’m assuming that means I’m on the mend. At one point this morning, I had some semblance of a real voice. It was good to hear something different than a whisper or the voice of someone who’s smoked 20 packs of cigarettes a day for 20 years. The cough is the same. So I assume I’ll be vacillating between normal, whisper and smoker for a few more days.

Better news is that I was able to edge Lion three or four times last night. He was out for cleaning and then we snuggled with me rubbing my weenie and balls. In no time he was up and ready for action. I think I stopped a little bit before the actual edge. I was afraid to go too far. Nevertheless, it was good enough for Lion. Afterward, he said he knew his problem was because of being sick. Yeah. Right. “Broken Lion. Not good for anything” sure sounds like he knew it was his cold’s fault. Anyway, he’s back. When he was safely locked away, he told me he was very horny. And, silly boy that he is, when his feet were cold at bedtime, he told me, it was because he hadn’t had an orgasm.

I had actually thought about giving him an orgasm last night. As I was edging him, I was calculating how many days it had been since his ruined orgasm. Ultimately, I decided not to give him one. On the one hand, perhaps he should have one because this is the first time I’ve been able to successfully edge him and I wanted to give him encouragement. On the other hand, this is the first time I’ve been able to successfully edge him and he needs to be a lot hornier before he has an orgasm. On the other, other hand (good thing lions have four paws), does he really want an orgasm by any of those hands? Wouldn’t he rather wait until I feel better so he can at least have a blow job? I think so.

I now have a clean, horny Lion again. And maybe I’ll be feeling well enough to take advantage of that.

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Quite a few years ago I made a resolution not to make a New Year’s resolution. So far it’s the only resolution I’ve ever kept. Then Lion suggested it would be fun for me to write a post about my resolutions for the upcoming year. Fun, he says. I have no resolutions. That was quick. End of post. Talk to you tomorrow.

OK. I don’t really have any resolutions. I just always try to do a little better that I did yesterday. It doesn’t always work, but I try. My spanking could be better. Edging Lion could go better. Apparently, if you ask some of the people who comment on our blog, I could give Lion fewer orgasms and less edging. I could make more decisions. Yeah. These aren’t resolutions.

Want to ask us a question? Leave a comment. We’ll answer in our 2000th post next week.

But since we’re on the subject of a new year, what say we talk about edging and orgasms. As I said, we get comments that I give Lion way too many orgasms. Some say he should get as few as two a year. Others are a little more lenient and suggest once a month. A few days ago, Lion asked me what my optimal shortest time between orgasms would be. I have no idea. A while ago, he said his was four so I said four. I was thinking the longest I want him to wait is fourteen days. He has made it through a twenty-one day wait, but that seemed too long to me.

So where does that leave us? If he only had four day waits, he’d have approximately 91 orgasms a year. A fourteen day wait would yield twenty-six. For 2016, Lion has had 57 orgasms. What do you know? (91+26)/2=58 That’s fancy math talk for Lion having the average of both wait times this year. (It’s also algebra) By varying Lion’s wait times, I actually hit right smack dab in the middle of two without even trying. [Lion — My average wait time in 2016 was 6.2 days. My longest wait was 15 days and the shortest was 1 day. I had an average of 4.7 orgasms a month]

I know. I know. It’s still too many for the purists out there who think a wait time should keep extending into infinity. That doesn’t work for me. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work for Lion either. That’s like life without the possibility of parole. I’d be wishing for death to come quickly. Lion needs orgasms. Eventually, he wouldn’t be horny anymore even if I did tease him every night. And that brings me to my other subject: edging.

We’ve had comments about how often Lion is edged. When the threads crapped out on the Jail Bird, Mature Metal said they assume the cage will be removed every week or two. Daily removal lessens the effectiveness of the threads. Some comments echo this time frame. Lion wouldn’t be interested anymore if I only edged him every week or two. I might as well castrate him now.

I’m not trying to tell anyone their method is wrong. Who am I? Nobody. I don’t know what works best in your relationship. For Lion and I, a long wait is not necessary; a long time span between edgings wouldn’t work. What works for us is nearly nightly edging and a wait of somewhere between four and fourteen days. Could there be longer waits thrown in there? Yes. And there has to be to keep the average down. If I only gave him fourteen day waits and then threw in a four day wait, there goes the average. I’m not going to do the math because I don’t really care if a train leaves Chicago going 35 miles per hour and a train leaves Boston going 45 miles per hour, when they’ll meet. I’m just going to give Lion orgasms when I feel like it and we’ll have a math exam again this time next year.

Have a Happy New Year! Be safe.

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Lion has been wild for a few days. He has a doctor’s appointment on Monday and we didn’t want any evidence of the cage showing. He tends to get a reddish mark from the base ring that may not hurt, but it is visible. He will be locked up on Monday night. In the meantime, I have a very horny boy who only has his own willpower (and the fear of my paddle) to keep his hands to himself.

After he told me I should be careful edging him because he was very horny, I set about to torture him orally. In the past it hasn’t gone very well. I’ve recently learned how to control my lips, tongue, and, more importantly, myself. I can edge him orally with no trouble now. Except, Lion says, that I don’t go quite far enough for his liking. He was so frustrated he was dripping pre-cum. For the next few hours he’d randomly tell me how horny he was. Then we went to sleep.

Almost immediately, Lion was asking if I was asleep yet. Did I want to watch TV? It was late but I wasn’t really tired. We’d slept late and it threw off the whole day. So he turned the TV back on. He also shifted around and told me there was plenty of room to snuggle. And, he hoped, other activities. At first I just snuggled. I let my hand wander down to his happy zone but didn’t go all the way. He said he was horny. Really? I had no idea. I asked if he thought he should be allowed to come. Of course he did. I said it would ruin my plan of making him wait. Oh well. I let him think he had a chance at coming while I edged him again.

It was after midnight so I asked if this counted as Sunday’s edging. It probably doesn’t, but I wanted to hear what he thought. At that point he didn’t care. He was off in never, never land with visions of orgasms dancing in his head. Each time I edged him he was positive I would keep going. I even debated with myself whether I should. I had almost decided I would give him an orgasm, when I realized he didn’t seem as horny then as he had earlier in the night. Even though he was bucking more the second time, it didn’t seem as urgent. He was annoyed once when I gave him an orgasm when he wasn’t horny enough. By rights I should make him wait at least until he’s horny enough.

Who’s to say how long it will be until he’s horny enough? Oh, I know. It’s me!