Lion decided he’s solved the conflict in my portion of the dice game. There really wasn’t much of a conflict to begin with. But now I’ve thought of another. I don’t want him to buy another set of dice. No more dice. None. We have enough. If the die number one comes up with one, there’s really no need to go further. No sex for Lion. Sad. My question is this: If we roll both dice, how do we know which is which? If it’s a two and a six, is it a two and a six or a six and a two? There’s definitely a difference. I assumed the first die rolled would follow Lion’s rules and the second would follow mine. But if they’re rolled together, which is first and which is second? If they were different colors, we could designate one as first and one as second. Technically, we do have different colors already. The smaller dice are white; the larger are red. We can either mix them or just roll one at a time.

We are probably making this way more complicated than it needs to be. Just roll the damn dice. One at a time or two different colors makes no difference. The important part is to roll them. We didn’t last night because we got our signals crossed again. I propose, for today at least, we meet up at 4 pm to roll the dice. No matter what we’re doing at the time, we stop and roll the dice. Am I in the middle of something? Too bad. I knew the time. Is Lion busy? Too bad. He knew the time. I’d think he’d be perched on the edge of the bed waiting anxiously for 4 pm.

I guess that brings up another question. Are we rolling the dice every time, or is there still room for spontaneity? There are also other possibilities for my die. What about slapping his balls? I don’t do it often, and I’m sure Lion wouldn’t mind if I never did it again. Just thoughts. Whatever winds up working best is what we need to do.

The other night, we tried some lube with Lion humping my hand. I didn’t really expect him to hump my hand right away. He usually does it when he gets close. It’s extremely difficult not to move your hand when you’re used to jerking someone off. Things did not end well. I’m not sure why.

We got a set of dice the other day. I think there are seven smallish dice. I said something about them being small, and Lion decided we needed bigger dice. Do the bigger dice roll differently from the smaller dice? I don’t think so. Like everything else, he has to research and go bigger and better, or just more. To his chagrin, the new dice, along with the original dice, have stayed on my nightstand so far. [Lion — Grrr.]

When we used the lube, I didn’t roll the dice to decide on a hand job. It didn’t seem necessary. I wanted to jerk him off with lube. End of story. If I’d wanted to leave it to chance, I would have rolled the dice. I’m not entirely sure why we need the dice. Is it to add a gaming element to things? Are we supposed to roll the dice every night to see what happens, or only when I’ve decided there’s a potential for things to happen? If I’ve already decided there’s a potential, I’ve probably decided what I want to do. The difference with the dice is the added possibility of no sex or Lion riding. The truth is, any time I jerk him off, I have it in the back of my mind that I could ride him. I thought about it the other night when he was all slathered up. Would he have gotten over the top if I had ridden him? Probably.

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Lion’s one die sex game. Click to enlarge.

Lion mapped out the numbers on one die the other day. Additional possibilities can be achieved with the addition of another die. I’m tasked with figuring out what those possibilities are. They can’t be the same. What if he rolls a three and a one? Does the no sex cancel out the hand job or does the hand job cancel out the no sex? Here’s what I came up with quickly: 1 = nothing extra, 2 = rope (balls tied, etc.), 3 = clothes pins, 4 = IcyHot, 5 = bondage, 6 = anal penetration. Of course, there are problems with rolling both dice. If die number one comes up with oral or vaginal, IcyHot is not practical. I’m sure Lion would say that’s fine with him. He hates IcyHot anyway. It would be absolutely no problem to go without burning balls. What a guy! Making the ultimate sacrifice to go without IcyHot for the sake of oral or vaginal sex. He’s my hero.

I’m thinking of rolling the die (dice) today. What will we come up with? I hope it isn’t snake eyes.

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Mrs. Lion loves games. She spends time almost every day playing them on her iPad or computer. She used to consider our domestic discipline a game (for her). She liked catching me break rules and didn’t mind paddling me when I was caught. I liked it too. For me, it was a high-stakes activity. Mrs. Lion’s spankings are no joke. As a very nice side effect, I learned to do what she wanted. Spill food, get spanked. Guess what? I don’t spill food.

The problem with this game is that Mrs. Lion has run out of ideas for rules. Without a set of rules to enforce, there’s nothing to catch me doing wrong. The game withers and dies. I miss it. I think she does too. She got a certain gleam in her eye when she caught me breaking a rule. Even though I knew it meant ten minutes on the spanking bench, I did too. Sure, I ended up with a sore bottom much of the time, but I also felt more connected with my lioness.

Another game possibility intrigues me. It probably won’t appeal to Mrs. Lion. It’s about sex. I realize that orgasm control and male chastity are games we have played for over ten years. In fact, they are no longer games for us. We’ve done it so long that Mrs. Lion’s control of my orgasms is our way of life. Since Mrs. Lion lost interest in sex for herself, there seem to be just two possibilities for me: oral sex or a handjob. Mrs. Lion decides what she wants to do. Sometimes, she will accept my suggestions.

There is a third possibiity that so far Mrs. Lion has avoided. She could ride me without having an orgasm herself. The last time she did that was in 2018. I would love it. If she rode me in the reverse cowgirl position, I would orgasm without getting her off. She’s capable of orgasms; she just doesn’t want to have them.

The game I’m thinking about involves determining what if any, kind of sex I get. Assuming Mrs. Lion feels well enough to get me off, maybe we can use a random method of determining what happens. If we are just deciding between handjob or blowjob, a flip of a coin can make that decision–heads, it’s oral; tails, handjob. If we want to add lion-riding to the mix, we need to do something more complex.

Given that riding me is more work for Mrs. Lion and obviously something she’s avoided, we want to make that harder to get. We could roll a die. If it comes up with a six, she rides me. Any other even number, it’s oral; odd numbers get a handjob. That gives me a one-in-six chance of being ridden, a three-in-five chance of a handjob, and a tow-in-five chance of oral. If she wants to even the odds, she can make rolling a one mean no sex for me that night.

Sound like fun?

It is another typical day in the Pacific Northwest. The temperature hovers in the 40s with an occasional dip below freezing. It’s spring here nine months of the year. We don’t get as much rain as people think. Our annual precipitation is about the same as in New York City. The difference is that ours comes in smaller, more frequent doses. When we first moved here, the nine months of cloudy weather bothered me. I have come to like it. For one thing, the sun bothers my eyes. For another, our weather gets much colder in winter or hotter in late spring (we have three months of summer sun each year) when the clouds dissipate. We are very far north, farther than northern Maine. The only reason we have such mild winters is that the Pacific Ocean and our insulating cloud cover keep us warm.

We haven’t been active. Monday night, there was no sexual activity. I figured that Mrs. Lion was concerned about her Tuesday meeting in Seattle. Whatever the reason, we watched TV and went to sleep. In her post yesterday (“Spankardy“), she promised to revive Spankardy. We tried various rules for the game over the last few years. I’m not sure that we found the right set yet. I’ll offer a suggestion to get us started again.

The reason it’s hard to work this out is that there are a few different options/opportunities during play:

  1. Answer a question correctly
  2. Answer incorrectly
  3. Don’t answer at all
  4. Daily double bet
  5. Final Jeopardy

Those are the possibilities during the game. Mrs. Lion likes to deliver all of the swats after the show is over. To help her keep track of swats during the game, she has a counter that can add and subtract. Initially, I only got swats for missing questions. I could avoid being spanked by staying silent. We tried various ways to fix that. None were great. Here’s my newest suggestion:

  1. Answer a question correctly -1 swat
  2. Answer a question incorrectly +10 swats
  3. Don’t answer at all +3 swats
  4. Daily double bet Can bet up to all swats earned so far. Get it wrong, double the bet added to the previous total. Get it right, subtract the bet from the total.
  5. Final Jeopardy Must bet at least 1/2 total. Get it right, subtract from total. Get it wrong, double bet added to total.

We can make the game more “exciting” by doubling the values for right, wrong, and skipped questions during Double Jeapordy.

This may seem too complicated for playtime. I don’t think it is if Mrs. Lion keeps a cheat sheet. I may be sorry I suggested this. There are a total of sixty questions before Final Jeopardy. If I don’t answer any, I would get ninety swats in the first round and 180 during Double Jeopardy. That would put me at 270 for the Final. If I bet the minimum (135) during Final and got it wrong, I would be at 540 swats for the game. It’s good to know trivia around here.