Lioness Logic
Lion was in diapers all day yesterday until about 4:30 when he asked if he could take a shower. I gave him permission and told him he was done with diapers for the day. I think he’d gone through four or five.
When I was in the shower later on, I thought about pegging him. Maybe that would snap him out of his slump. But he’d spent the day in diapers so pegging didn’t seem like too much fun for him. It had been a while since his balls have been tied up and bondage always sets his heart aflutter. I grabbed a rope on my way to the bed.
I separated his balls with the rope and tied them up. For some reason I got him lopsided. One ball looked so tiny in its loop I wasn’t at all sure I hadn’t missed it, but it was there. No matter. The effect was the same. He had bouncing balls as I jerked him off.
I wasn’t surprised when he got hard almost immediately. Between bouncing balls, tickling balls and squeezing them lightly, he didn’t stand a chance. I got him to the edge at least twice. I was debating whether I should let him come or leave him hanging. On one hand he’d been waiting for over a week. That’s been his average for the year. On the other he’d been in a slump. He can’t possibly be all that horny if he’s in a slump, right?
Lioness logic doesn’t always match up with general logic. Good thing I’m the one who makes the decisions. Lion certainly didn’t argue when I decided to give him an orgasm. Sometimes he questions me, but I think he was just happy to be out of his slump. I’m happy too.
A Snowy Hill
Monday night, after a day in panties and encouraging signs of life in my penis, nothing, not even the Magic Wand, could bring me to the edge. Yes, I got hard and it felt good, but not good enough. This is exactly what happened last week when Mrs. Lion tried to edge me. This is really disappointing. I’m stuck. This has happened a couple of times before over the last four years. When it does, eventually we work it out.
Some people consider this a good thing. It’s almost the ideal state for a chaste male. He has the ability to get erect which permits him to provide sexual service and an available erection to torture without the risk of making a mess. It truly depersonalizes the penis. It’s now useful to its owner (not the male) and completely unrewarding to the male carrying it. I don’t want to be that way and I know Mrs. Lion isn’t a fan of it either.
I have no idea what causes this condition. It it were a food, we could make a chastity pill. Just think, feed your male one a day and he loses the ability to ejaculate. He still gets aroused and hard, but no matter how hard he tries, no orgasm. From a fantasy perspective this sounds very cool. The reality is something else.
As I think back, I’ve been stuck before in the distant past. In one case, my partners told me that women have similar issues at times. Arousal just stops at a specific point. It doesn’t go away with continued stimulation, but it refuses to continue to climb to orgasm. This isn’t unlike a car trying to climb a snowy hill. It gets a good start at the bottom and surges up the slippery slope. As it climbs, it goes slower and slower until it stops and starts sliding back down. That describes my male version of being stuck.
In the past, being stuck disappeared as suddenly as it arrived. There was no warning. The snow melted enough for me to get to the top. There’s no way to predict the thaw. Frustrating!
I tried a boner pill. All it does is make it easier for Mrs. Lion to get me hard. After that, no matter what she tries, my erection just stands there while I get more and more frustrated. She doesn’t like me to be frustrated this way. I think she blames herself. It isn’t her fault. Also, while I am aroused by wearing panties and diapers, that’s not the root cause of my problem. They turn me on and make the erection easier to achieve, but I’m still stuck.
I’m sitting by the side of the road hoping for that road to thaw.
Guess what? We had a late thaw last night. After I wrote this post, Mrs. Lion brought out her deicer. As suddenly as it began, I became “unstuck”. She tied up my balls and went to work. She edged me a couple of times and then brought me over the top. Go figure!
Diaper Day
The Lion butt is in a diaper today. In an email yesterday he told me he’d be working from home today. I responded that it was a perfect day for diapers. He didn’t like that idea too much but he knows better than to argue. He has to stay in the diaper after one pee and just before he has to pee again he can change to a clean (for the moment) diaper. That way he’ll always be in a wet diaper. I reminded him that it could be worse. Sometimes he has to have two pees in a diaper before he can change it.
If it’s true that he needs to be controlled or humiliated in order to be horny, this should test that theory. I’m not sure he really needs it. Maybe it’s just like a reset button when he gets in one of his slumps. If he’s not horny then maybe humiliation or control is needed. Once he’s been reset he’ll be fine for a while.
On the other hand, maybe it’s because I haven’t humiliated or controlled him that he goes into the slump. If I’m more consistent with him, maybe I can keep him out of the slumps. It’s worth a try. Not that there’s anything wrong with slumps from time to time. Everyone needs time off. I just want to make sure I’m not inadvertently causing them.
Last night I was able to get Lion hard with the Magic Wand but he said he still felt stuck. He can get hard and it feels good and we may be on our way to the edge but halfway up the hill we stall out. He doesn’t get soft. He just doesn’t feel like it will do any good to continue.
Maybe it was just too late last night. He’s tired this morning. Maybe he was last night too. We also watched a disappointing football game. That’ll let the wind out of any fan’s sails.
Not to worry. We’ll try again tonight. And the next night. And so on. I’m stubborn that way.
This Can’t Be True!
I spent yesterday in panties. Mrs. Lion has decided to start exercising control again; at least in terms of what I wear for underwear. I get the point and I appreciate that we’re getting back on track again.
Here’s the thing. Last night when I took my shower, there was some stirring south of the border. Maybe it’s due to it being the eighth day since my last orgasm. I would like to believe that, but I know it isn’t completely true. Could it be that being put into panties was what I needed? I don’t like wearing panties. I have no cross-dressing fetish. So it isn’t the female garb.
A few weeks ago, I had a similar problem with my penis being uncooperative. Then one day, I was spanked for breaking a rule. The erection appeared again that very evening. I’m not terribly fond of being spanked and put in the corner. Are you sensing a pattern? I am reluctantly seeing it too. Apparently, my sexual health is connected to feeling my lioness’ control.
If I were sexually submissive, I would be hot and bothered just knowing I submit to my wife. I have to admit I am aroused by being forced to do submissive things. Allowing myself to be punished or to wear panties is arousing. As I think back, just being locked into the sling also got me hard. There you have it. At least at this time in my life, I’m a bottom.
I need being put in panties or diapers. Punishment and humiliation are apparently required for my sexual health. If I am a good boy too long and allowed to wear my underwear, it looks like my libido takes a vacation. What puzzles me is that my positive reaction isn’t at the time I submit. It’s always later. I don’t get hard when I am about to be spanked. I stopped that a long time ago. I don’t get hard when put into panties or diapers, but later I am easily aroused.
This isn’t a unique situation. Guys who want to get spanked, for example, almost always say that thinking about the spanking is more exciting than receiving it. Then, why get spanked at all? If thinking about it produces arousal, why suffer the real pain of a beating? For me, at least, anticipation is exciting because I know that the reality is coming soon. I don’t get excited thinking about being punished, but the actual punishment somehow makes me horny later.
Perhaps the cure to my sleeping libido is as simple as more frequent humiliation and punishment. Crap! I don’t like that prospect at all. Obviously, deep down I do.
