It’s amazing what a nice edging session can do. It might have taken a little bit to get his motor running, but we had fun. After I edged him once I got out some lube. We both love when he’s slippery. I have no idea how many times I edged him, but there were some very close calls. He even edged himself by bucking and stopping just short. I was relentless toward the end. I’d stop and then start right back up again. Poor Lion. He was in heaven.

Lion only has to wait one more day for an orgasm. He’s had a few very short waits because I gave him a bonus orgasm. I don’t have access to my calendar while I’m at work so I don’t know how long his next wait is, but I think it might be about ten days again. Just long enough to make it interesting. Assuming we’re not preoccupied by life, edging him every day should make him incredibly horny by the end of his wait. With so many things still up in the air, I don’t want to make him wait long anyway. I do need to be more consistent in playing with him. I need to keep his interest up. Outside distractions will happen. Consistency is important.

I’m working today and Lion has an interview later. We’ve already started the weekend off on the wrong foot. I am determined, however, to have a good weekend. As I mentioned yesterday, we’ll be playing in some capacity. I don’t care if it kills us. We’ve been in this lull for too long. Sex is free so we should be enjoying ourselves regardless of the financial situation. We have all the toys we need. The lube is abundant. At the very least, I have my hands. They’re useful for spanking, jerking, anal play, etc.

My goal is to have Lion begging for his orgasm tomorrow night. I want a big, horny puddle of Lion who absolutely needs to come. I’m not sure how I’ll get him there, but I want him to have no thought on his mind other than how he can convince me that right-this-very-second is the perfect time to give him his orgasm. Are you up for it, Lion? I am.

[Lion — You bet!]

(Sunday morning) Saturday night Mrs. Lion gave me maintenance swats. She forgot to do them on Friday and announced Saturday that she would do them that night instead. Well, she makes the rules. She also teased and edged me a number of times. By the time she was done, I was ready to come. She said, “Good! That’s the way it should be.” Yes I guess so. She also said that she wanted to get me off but didn’t want me to say that I had wanted to wait longer. I did say that once. I put my paw in my mouth that time. I’ll hear about it forever. I only have to wait until next Saturday for my scheduled release. It seems a long way off right now.

We just finished breakfast in our camper out here in the smokey, central Washington. Our satellite TV doesn’t work here, but we have LTE Internet and we’re listening to Pandora now. Last night when we went out to dinner, we splurged and got Sangria. My glass was blocked by a giant strawberry. To make drinking it easier, I ate it. Mrs. Lion gave me that look. I smiled sheepishly. She hadn’t eaten yet and she noticed my transgression. I will be spanked Monday night. This is the first time anything I did was noted in a long time. I hate her punishment spankings. Nonetheless I felt a little thrill when she gave me that look. Later, when she began teasing me, I got hard much faster than I thought I would. It did take a long time to get me to the edge the first time, but after that I was so ready.

Right up until Mrs. Lion caught me eating first, my interest in anything sexual was nonexistent. I was sexually dormant. This latest observation is a good clue about my sexual nature. Based on my history and Saturday, I’m not broken. My starter works, but my battery just isn’t strong enough to turn it over. I need a jump start then I am fine. My sexual history bears this out as well. I’ve never been good at initiation, but with a little encouragement off I go. My first experiences with D/S play are the best example of how I work. My partner, who was very smart, would tie me down and spank me, penetrate me, or otherwise play with me. After a session lasting from an hour to just five minutes, she would release the cuffs, lie on her back and say, “Be my attack lion.” (she really did) I would be on her in a flash and we would have great sex. The play jump started me beautifully. Other partners over the years would stimulate me and get me nice and hard. Then I was good to go.

When Mrs. Lion overtly displays her power to me, even if I hate what she is or will be doing, my sexual motor turns over. I don’t get turned on if I am told to do the dishes, laundry or other things like that, so it isn’t submission that excites me. It’s the direct application of power, a sexual jump start, that gets my motor running. For example, even though feeling Mrs. Lion’s power when she told me I was to be punished for breaking a rule gave me that sexual jolt, before, during, and after the punishment I will not be turned on at all. I dread the pain. This didn’t make a lot of sense to me for a long time. I’m not really a pain freak. I don’t get turned on anticipating pain. But I get very aroused feeling sexual power exerted on me.

I’ve tried to find ways to get my sexual battery to self charge. Time will generally get me charged and ready, but usually not enough to make that first move. I’ve tried porn. Some can be pretty hot, but whatever charge it provided disappears quickly. That’s one reason I am not a porn fan. I like watching S/M porn. It isn’t a turn on but I sometimes get information I can put to use.

Periodic teasing gives me enough of a charge to respond quickly when stimulated. The combination of time and very regular edging makes me very horny and keeps me that way. If I am teased daily, by the fifth day I am bucking as soon as Mrs. Lion starts stimulating me. If she stops teasing for more than a day or two, I stop caring and become dormant. I may be intellectually horny; having thoughts that I should want sex, but physically I am indifferent. I guess that makes me a high-maintenance caged male. Without directly feeling power and/or penile stimulation, I fade. I’m sure glad Mrs. Lion thinks I am worth the trouble.

As Mrs. Lion mentioned, I drove to the campground yesterday. It was a pretty easy 150 miles. We only crossed two mountain passes. We made our obligatory homage at Walmart and picked up some needed groceries and sundries. Since my orgasm three days ago, Mrs. Lion hasn’t felt well enough to play. Friday night she made a little attempt but I wasn’t feeling very interested in sex. The problem is that if I don’t get consistent stimulation, my interest fades into the background. I can be brought back, but it takes more work.

In my case, at least, the interest will resurface eventually on its own. It can take anywhere from a few days to a week. This is a function of age. Most men over forty react in a similar way. When stimulation is present; porn, visuals, or direct touching, the horny returns. Since porn usually has no effect on me and I have no opportunities for stimulation unless it is provided by Mrs. Lion, my libido sinks into the sunset until either Mrs. Lion or my internal sexual clock gets me started again. This makes waiting for my next orgasm easier. Then why am I disappointed when Mrs. Lion doesn’t stimulate me for several days?

The reason is that I like the game. I find it fun when I ache for release and get edged over and over. Mrs. Lion knows that, and for two nights she was under the weather. On the third, Friday, my interest was low and she was ready to do something. She has said that she won’t force me to play if I’m not horny. So, she and I snuggled in an asexual way. I know that she doesn’t play with me out of respect for my feelings. But what seems like a good deed actually feeds into my interest dropping further the next day.

I’ve been thinking about this. Clearly it would be totally unfair to ask Mrs. Lion to stimulate me when she is feeling badly. It would make me feel guilty if she tried. So, if like this week, I am not stimulated for two nights and on the third report being not horny, should Mrs. Lion disregard my status? I don’t think so. If the game is to make my waits as difficult as possible, then my hormones need to flow at full force.

It isn’t that easy, of course. When I am not feeling horny, Mrs. Lion has to work very hard to get a rise out of me. I know she doesn’t get discouraged and quits. I think she quits because I am not still not interested. While enforced chastity may be something she wants to do because of its effects on our marriage, the stimulation is to make me happy. If I don’t appear to be having fun when she plays with my penis, she stops.

The same thing happens with ruined orgasms. As soon as I crash after the ruined orgasm, I get soft again. According to other people practicing orgasm control, if she continues stimulating my penis anyway, eventually I will get hard and can be edged or have another ruined orgasm. It may take some time, but I have been assured it will work.

I’m sure you can see where this is heading. The question we need to answer is: who controls whether or not I am horny? We already know Mrs. Lion owns erections and orgasms. But does she also own my general state of arousal? I would like her to possess that too. She has to decide if she wants the added work.

OK, what is a lioness to do if I stubbornly refuse to get hard? The answer is to do the same thing she does when I need a spanking: tell me to suck it up buttercup and go about her business. Currently, she has her hands and mouth to provide stimulation. She can add some electrical help with a vibrator if she wants. You know, live better electrically. Just as I can’t refuse a spanking, it seems reasonable that I shouldn’t be permitted to refuse an erection, edging, or ruined orgasm.

This all comes down to control. In my way of thinking, sexual control means ownership of all sex including how horny I am. If the lion weather report reports low levels of horny, then the lioness should seed the lion clouds to get his level up again. This takes time and energy. I don’t know how much, but I do know it will take some. It will almost certainly mean more stimulation at less convenient times, like before or just after dinner; or at lunchtime when we are together. I suspect that when stimulation occurs more regularly, these additional sessions won’t be required often, but at times like now they would go a long way. Mrs. Lion has to decide if she wants to make this additional physical and time investment. Maybe obtaining a vibrator can cut the time and energy she needs to invest to a minimum. But it still comes down to how she wants to spend her spare time.

August is a fairly good month for us. Lion and I met online on August 13, 2002. By the 16th we met in person and had sex for the first time. Yes, we work fast. But you have to remember that I was coming out of a sixteen year marriage and I was convinced that it was my time to sow my wild oats. It turned out that I was looking less for sowing and more for finding someone I could really get along with. Neither Lion or I were interested in a long term relationship at the time. We certainly weren’t looking for marriage. For one thing, I was still married. Lion had been married a few times before. So we continued enjoying each other’s company. Even after I moved in we were decidedly anti-marriage. Not anti-marriage in the sense that we didn’t believe in it. We just didn’t believe in it for us.

In August of 2005, Lion said we should get married. Both of us knew we were in it for the long haul by that point, and marriage wasn’t a requirement. Lion wanted to make sure we were legally protected. If anything happened he wanted no question of who should make the decision to pull the plug or even visit each other in the hospital. So on Friday we got our marriage license and rings and, since we had to wait 24 hours before we got married, put on the brakes until Monday. We’re not religious people so it’s not like we could call our minister/pastor/rabbi and do an impromptu wedding. On Monday morning we called a local justice of the peace, went to her office at lunchtime, and (one of my favorite parts of the whole thing) yanked a random lady out of an office to be our witness. Bing, bang, boom. Done. To this day, it’s still one of my favorite weddings I’ve ever been to. No muss, no fuss. We don’t care about fanfare anyway, and I think the whole thing cost less than $300 between the license, the rings, the JOP and the cake ([Lion — Carvel ice cream cake]). Now, thirteen years after meeting, and ten years after that whirlwind wedding, we are still together and going strong. A year and a half after adding male chastity to our lives, we’re better than ever.

I hope he thinks the sex is better than ever. He may have to wait longer for his orgasms, but I think he might enjoy them more. Getting him incredibly turned on and edging him a few times before giving him release is definitely more intense. Last night we played before we went to dinner to test Lion’s theory that edging him in one session would lead to a less painful orgasm in a second session. By the time we got home it was late, but I think because we had played earlier, he got turned on quickly. I couldn’t very well give him a quick orgasm. Nope. Where’s the fun in that? I had to edge him a few more times. Each time he thought this was it, I stopped short. And then suddenly this was it. And it didn’t hurt. Score one for Lion. Well, score two – one for the orgasm and one for no pain.

His next wait is only four days. I hope he can make it.