A Hump, A Hump O’ Burnin’ Love
Lion was super horny last night. I told him I could only make it worse. He said he didn’t care. He wanted attention. So I indulged him. Some oral play; some hand play. And then I stopped. We were done.
Maybe fifteen minutes later, Lion rolled over toward me and asked if he could hump my hand. I told him he’d been humping my hand already. I was moving my hand at the time. He wanted to do it on his side with only him moving, not me. All I had to do was lie there and he’d do all the work? Sold! I did adjust my grip over the course of the next three or four edgings. When I stopped he kept humping the air. I told you he was super horny.
The last time he went at it I let him come. He’d been working so hard and he was so horny, I decided it was time, even though his scheduled date is over a week away. What can I say? Having him do all the work for a change, convinced me. I really do love the sounds he makes now. It’s like a surprise every time he has an orgasm. Especially since he never made any noise until we started enforced chastity. Maybe it really is a surprise. Even on days he was sure he’d have an orgasm based on our old system of the scheduled date being the date, he was never sure exactly when he’d come. Would I edge him twice? Three times? Four? He didn’t know. And I don’t really adhere to the schedule anyway. I do like to surprise him.
So my horny boy is not horny anymore. She says as if he can’t be horny again already. For all I know he’s refreshed and ready for more right now. Well, right now his shoulder hurts, but when that stops he could be ready again. Or it may take a day or two. I guess that’s part of a surprise for me. I’ll think he’s good for at least a day and he’s already bounced back. Surprise!
Being Miserable’s Gonna Be Fun
Yesterday morning we luxuriated in bed, enjoying the quiet of a cloudy Saturday. We found “Annie Get Your Gun,” the 1950 movie of the Broadway musical on TV. Surprisingly, Mrs. Lion suggested we watch it. She doesn’t like musicals. I was surprised and happy she wanted to please me this way. One of the songs, “My Defenses Are Down” has the handsome, male lead bemoaning that he is in love with the title character, Annie Oakley. He sings, “Being miserable’s gonna be fun.” Ok, Irving Berlin took liberties with the language. Anyway, she turned to me and said, “That’s you.”
I have to agree. The wind has shifted here in the lions’ den. That doesn’t mean that life has been turned upside-down. But the weather vane is pointing in a new direction whenever there is a gentle breeze. The first zephyr brought with it Mrs. Lion’s admission that she was looking forward to me forgetting to tell her it was punishment day. That was Thursday. She wrote about it in her post the next afternoon. She actually wanted me to earn a spanking. She got her wish. I had completely forgotten and my butt was sore for some time when she finished reminding me.
I asked her about her post. She said that she didn’t enjoy swatting me but did like catching me breaking a rule. That was new. Friday night we went out to dinner at a deli that served nearly-authentic New York deli dishes. I had stuffed cabbage. I dripped a small amount of the sauce on my shirt. Mrs. Lion grinned and said, “uh oh.” I think she enjoyed catching me again.
When we got home I expected another painful reminder to eat without spilling. It didn’t come. That doesn’t mean I won’t pay the price later if she remembers I earned more swats. But it does mean that the transformation is far from complete in terms of discipline. However, the first and most important part of being my disciplinary wife is awareness of situations that require correction. That awareness becomes second nature eventually; at least that’s what I think will happen. Sooner or later, that awareness will translate to punishment; no more getting away with even small infractions.
The same thing is happening sexually. I’m getting daily edging. Mrs. Lion is pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. Somehow she manages to stop leaving me hard and dry. It’s very frustrating. By now I should be used to being edged. Somehow it is different. Mrs. Lion keeps edging me over and over until she can see that all I want is for her to let me come. Then she stops. In the past she stopped edging me before I reached that point. It was a very rare session that I felt this frustrated. Generally when I got to this level of desperation she would take pity and give me an orgasm. She’s not doing that any more.
She loves to make me come. In the past, I think that pleasure made her more likely to give me a release. She likes seeing me desperate and bucking. My behavior would trigger her desire to get me off. She told me she still feels that way, “….but too bad.”
It’s not like she has new resolve to be a better keyholder and disciplining wife. She did say she enjoys the sense of accomplishment she gets by being successful in her role. I think the real motive is that she is starting to see her role a a challenge. The stricter she is about enforcing her rules and the more frustrated she can make me by teasing me shows her that she is winning. The reward isn’t that she gets to spank me more often. The spanking, to her at least, is part of the game. It makes me work harder to avoid giving her another reason to punish me. It is part of the challenge for her; just not the part she particularly enjoys. But it is a necessary part and I can tell she is going to make it something I will work even harder to avoid.
Edging me is a similar challenge. She wins when she locks me up desperate for release. She hasn’t said that she gets the same satisfaction from that as catching me breaking a rule, but I think it is similar. I don’t think she will make me wait longer and longer. But I believe she will insure that my wait is long enough to give her lots of time for the game. That means, I think, that my waits will be at least a week, probably two or three.
Like the song says, “Being miserable’s gonna be fun.”
Lion Has a Screw Loose
When we got home from dinner out last night, Lion took a few impromptu naps. We hadn’t slept well the night before so I figured he was too tired to play. I was wrong. He woke up from his cat nap and was ready to go. I scooted closer to snuggle and, as I do sometimes as a joke, I pulled on the cage and said I couldn’t get in. He told me I could. I pulled again and said I was locked out. He said I have the key and I said it was way over there. (Scintillating conversation, I know.) Then, on a whim, I decided to see if I could unlock him without the key. To our surprise, the screw came out just using my fingers. Apparently I hadn’t tightened it very well. But I’ve also noticed that it’s worked its way loose if I leave Lion locked up for a few days in a row. This is not good news. Not just from a Lion-shouldn’t-be-unlocking-himself point of view, but also from the point of view of the screw getting lost. We may have another one around here somewhere, but I don’t want to lose it at all. I guess we’ll have to keep an eye on it.
The other thing I was thinking about last night was getting him aroused without actually edging him. Of course, I didn’t do that, but I was thinking about it. In the beginning I started off like I normally do, but then I stopped and told Lion maybe I’d just play with him without edging. There’s nothing he can do about it anyway, but the next thing he knew, he was at the edge and, damn, not going over. I really wanted to give him an orgasm, but I think it’s important for him to wait a while this time. I’m not sure why exactly, but he should. I’ll try to restrain myself.
Earlier in the evening, Lion spilled some food on his shirt. I should have punished him when we got home, but I didn’t. When I first started playing with him, I was going to tell him that I wanted him in diapers first thing in the morning because he’d made a mess of his shirt, but I didn’t want to kill the mood. I figured I could tell him when we woke up. Unfortunately, we woke up late after both getting some much needed sleep. I forgot all about the diapers. That’s OK. My paddle and I will catch up with him at some point.
The Two Flavors Of Orgasm Denial
Orgasm denial is the main result of enforced chastity. Once locked on, the chastity device prevents unauthorized sexual activity, obviously including orgasm. Generally, the device is removed for non orgasmic sexual activities. These activities can include intercourse without ejaculation, or stimulation to the edge of orgasm. Mrs. Lion edges me almost every night. These activities serve to keep me horny and very aware that I want to come. That’s why she does them, of course. For the guys who provide penetration without ejaculation, it is essentially the same thing. The difference is that they usually have to stop the action themselves before it is too late.
Some keyholders train their males to ejaculate only when they have permission. Some guys have learned to take strong stimulation for extended periods of time without actually coming. It isn’t easy to learn, but it is possible with lots of practice. Others, like Mrs. Lion, want the male to try to come each time he is stimulated. The keyholder will stop stimulation just short of ejaculation. The result of both methods is the same: the male orgasm is controlled by the keyholder.
The two flavors of orgasm control, while sharing the same outcome, are very different in the way they affect the male. The “trained” male knows he isn’t allowed to come without permission and so he works very hard to keep that orgasm at bay. He is actively preventing his own release. In my view, this is a very submissive action. The male is sacrificing his orgasm to please his keyholder. He is an active partner to his own denial.
In the other case, the male isn’t a participant at all. He is encouraged to try to come every time he is stimulated. The keyholder stops stimulation just before he can actually come. While he has surrendered control to his keyholder, he doesn’t try to please her by preventing his orgasm. She is asserting her power by skillfully getting him to the very brink and then enjoys watching him when he realizes he just won’t get enough stimulation to get over the top.
Both are exercises in control. One requires active submission, the other prior agreement he surrenders control. Mrs. Lion likes the second exercise. I do too. I am not an active submissive. I do submit since I live in a chastity device. But, I try to have an orgasm every time I am stimulated. Mrs. Lion considers it her mistake if I ejaculate when she didn’t intend to take me that far.
I never know if when she starts stimulating my penis, whether this will be the time I finally get to come. I don’t know until that last second when I am humping her hand and she lets go. I know I am not permitted to touch myself. All I can do is groan and hope that the next time she stimulates me, I will get over the top. That’s the way she plays the game.
I brought up the idea of being trained not to come without permission. Mrs. Lion didn’t find that appealing. I think she is right. What we do now puts everything into her hands. I will not be trained to postpone or prevent my orgasms. Each and every time, I respond as nature designed. She will frustrate me almost every time she stimulates me. I can’t learn to stop expecting that orgasm even though I know I probably won’t get it. She is using my nature against me.
Both methods demonstrate strong sexual control over the male. One involves his active cooperation. The other, the one we practice, has no interest in what I want or don’t want. I ejaculate when Mrs. Lion decides to make me. I just lie there and take when she gives me.
