Unscheduled orgasm (Page 3)

It’s clear that Lion and I have different views on things. I thought he would have fun with getting to have an orgasm any time he wanted. He sees it as a balance of power issue. He gave me the power and now he thinks I’m trying to give some of it back. I was thinking more along the lines of a kid, whose mother always fixes liver and onions or fish for dinner, being asked what he would like for dinner. Hamburgers, pizza, anything but liver and onions! OK. So Lion doesn’t want the ability to have as many orgasms as he can during that seventeen day period. That means I’ll have to take matters into my own hands. Or mouth.

When we first started enforced chastity, I gave Lion too much of a good thing. He had an orgasm every night. I don’t remember how far we got before he cried uncle. When I first moved in with him, he wanted an orgasm every night. He wanted to be played with and have an orgasm. Then we entered our slump. The dark days. He was lucky if he got an orgasm once a week. I never really kept track. I guess in the beginning of enforced chastity I was trying to make up for all the orgasms he missed during the dark days. I didn’t think of it that way, but it may have been in the back of my mind.

So what’s behind giving him as many orgasms as he wants for the rest of the month? His last unemployment that seemed to last forever took a lot out of us. Both emotionally and financially. For this unemployment, we slipped right back into that funk. This job he’s got is both full time (i.e. he won’t be constantly worrying about the contract ending) and amazing. He’s bouncing around the house because he can’t wait to start. Every day he finds a new tidbit of interesting information about the company. He’s excited and I’m excited for him. I thought the orgasms would be a good way to celebrate. No power relinquishing involved, in my mind.

However, if Lion has a problem with telling me he wants extra orgasms, then I’ll rescind my offer. I’ll just take the orgasms anyway. Whether he wants them or not. There, Lion, is that better? You have no more say in the matter. I’ll decide. Just lay back and relax with the knowledge that you won’t get more than seventeen orgasms in those seventeen days. Unless I decide to push for two in one day. Thirty-four orgasms? Hmmm….

Lion is back. It’s amazing how a little thing like a job can change his whole attitude. I’m kidding. The job is a huge thing. He’s very excited to get started. And I’m excited for him. He’s like a little kid waiting for the first day of school. He was even in the mood for love last night. That’s definitely a step in the right direction.

When I unlocked him and grabbed my bag of tricks, he teased me about going right for the clothespins without any sort of warm up for him. I’m really not sure how I’ve done it in the past. I suspect I’ve done it both ways. Maybe it depends on how excited he seems to begin with. However, last night I decided to do things a little differently. I got him excited, edged him, and then put a clothespin on. It’s true that this way he wouldn’t really get that many on, but it was a little twist for him. Each time I edged him, I put another clothespin on. I told him this way we’d know how many times I’d edged him. For the record, it was six times. After the fifth time I had a different idea. When I was done with the sixth time I told Lion my new plan.

Between July 15 and the end of the month, Lion can have as many orgasms as he wants. Immediately he asked me why. Why ask why? Just shut up and enjoy it. Sheesh! He said he wasn’t arguing; he just wanted to know why. I was already going to give him a hurray-you-found-a-job orgasm. I didn’t really base that orgasm on whether or not it was a full time job or contract. I figured money coming in was good enough. But this is such a cool job. And it’s full time. And he’s so excited. I decided to give him a bigger reward than just one orgasm.

It is true that Lion could decide to only have one orgasm between July 15 and the end of the month, but I seriously doubt it. Now that his confidence is back and he’s happy and the strain of looking for a job is gone, he’ll want more. I doubt he’ll go overboard. He’s not going to ask for an orgasm a day. Seventeen orgasms is too many. He may go for two or three in a row, but he’ll fizzle out after too many in a row. He’s not the young man he pretended to be when we first met. (He was only fudging by a few years at the time anyway.) I just hope he doesn’t feel bad asking for an orgasm whenever he wants one. To counter that, I will ask as I edge him if he’d like to have an orgasm. In the heat of battle he may be more likely to say yes.

I was accused last night of not being supportive and/or excited enough about Lion’s job prospect. When Lion said he hoped he’d get this job I said, “Me too.” Apparently saying it while exhaling as if it would be a relief if he got the job wasn’t enough enthusiasm. Never mind the fact that I’ve been saying it almost the same way for weeks or that I told him the other night I want him to get this job because I think he’ll have fun with it. I forgot Lion likes fanfare.

I also forgot last night was punishment night. I know I don’t need a specific night to punish him. I can do it any time. When he reminded me yesterday I said I thought there was something on his list. Maybe he forgot to thank me for swatting him while we were gone. He said he didn’t think there was anything outstanding. I told him a few swats couldn’t hurt (me). It’s true. The only way they’d hurt me is if I used my bare hand. I have had a numb hand after whomping him. That’s when I tell him it hurts me more than it hurts him.

A few weeks ago, I said I thought we should have a paddle hanging in the camper, much like we have a paddle hanging on the refrigerator at home. Lion tried to surprise me with a camper warming present before we left, but the delivery got messed up. While we were gone, a new paddle arrived. It looks very similar to the paddle on the fridge. I was thinking of putting some lettering on it. Something to the effect of “The Enforcer”. We don’t generally have anyone in the camper so no one else would likely see it, but I thought it would send Lion a message when he sees it.

Last night after dinner, Lion said something that I heard as “I’m frisky.” I don’t know what he actually said but he agreed that he was frisky. I decided the Magic Wand and I could help with that. Over the course of helping, I decided I wanted Lion to be as relaxed as possible for his last interview today. He was going to get another orgasm. Not that he was really tense sexually. It’s only been a few days since his last orgasm. I just wanted to do something nice for him and make him happy. Afterwards he said he just can’t figure me out. Why am I giving him so many orgasms lately? I don’t think I really want him to figure me out. I always want him to wonder what I’ll do next. Is this the night he’ll get an orgasm? Will he have to wait a week? Two weeks? That’s for me to decide. I can give him as many or as few orgasms as I want. He just needs to sit back and enjoy the ride.

As you know, I don’t always follow through with plans. Yesterday I said we’d play Zapardy and I got involved in something and completely forgot about it. I asked my daughter a question on instant messaging and it turned into a conversation that lasted over an hour. It wasn’t until Jeopardy started and Lion said he guessed we weren’t playing that I remembered. We will play tonight. Definitely.

After Tuesday night got away from me while we were watching TV,  last night I really wanted to play with Lion. I unlocked him early, as I’ve been doing for the past few weeks. I let him be wild for a little while before the festivities begin. Up till last night, we’ve been snuggling first. I play with him while we snuggle and try to gauge how ready he is for more. Last night I just started in on him with my hand. It didn’t take too long for him to respond. The other day he said he’s been needing oral or vibratory stimulation to get going. That was not the case last night.

I don’t know how many times I edged him before I gave him his orgasm. Afterwards he said he had a feeling he’d get to come last night. Really? He said it was eight days, like that was a long time. Then he said he wasn’t really sure he would have an orgasm. Me too. I didn’t really plan it. It wasn’t a ruined orgasm that I just continued. At the time, I meant to do it. I just wasn’t sure I was going to when I started.

There are some nights I know for sure I’ll take Lion all the way. Even then, I like to edge him a few times. I’m never sure if this particular time will be “the one” or if it will just be an edging. I do know, for those times at least, that the night will end with that big, silly smile on his face. Other nights I just go with the flow. I may not have a plan to do more than edging and something changes it into orgasm night. Sometimes it’s something Lion does. I can’t put my finger on it, but something says “Do it” so I do. (I can imagine Lion whispering, “Do it” next time he wants an orgasm.)

Lion’s next date is the 30th. Nope. Not a long wait at all. But remember, that’s just the next possibility. It could be a longer wait. Maybe I’ll make him wait until the 4th of July so he can have his own fireworks. We’ll have to wait and see when the mood strikes me again.