Orgasm Roulette
Yesterday was Valentine’s day. It was also my scheduled orgasm day. Mrs. Lion planned it that way. I was treated to a visit to our dungeon and was strapped into the sling. We then had a pegging and Flexall on the balls program. Mrs. Lion also tried out her new wartenberg wheel. She used it on my most sensitive areas. Ouch!
She started out with a modest amount of Flexall applied to my anus and perineum. That wasn’t too bad at all. Then she applied more to my balls as well. I was surprised that it still wasn’t very intense. Lioness 2.0 noted this and made a most liberal application of the painful liquid. When she saw that I was still not sufficiently hurting, she massaged the oil deeply into my scrotum. That really got my attention. My balls were on fire.
That was the effect she wanted. All the time she was masturbating and sucking me. She kept stopping before I could come. She noticed the way I was reacting. She told me that she wanted me to enjoy my orgasm, so she would wait until I stopped burning. Then she released me and told me to go wash it off. After I took a shower and was no longer in pain, she gave me a great oral orgasm. Whew! She asked me if it was worth the pain. Without pause, I said “Yes!”
Later, much later after I returned to earth, I asked Mrs. Lion when I would again be eligible to come again. She looked in her calendar and told me it could be February 20. This date is only six days away, but under 2.0’s new policy, it isn’t necessarily the date I will actually be given an orgasm. It’s only the first day I could be given one. This new policy was created in response to some suggestions I had made.
For over a year, Mrs. Lion gave me orgasms when she wanted; or at least she did it without me ever knowing when I might come. I mentioned that it might be more exciting for me if I knew when I would get my chance. My suggestion was that if she announced my orgasm date, then if I were naughty, she could change it as a punishment. That never happened. I missed the excitement of wondering if this time she edged me I would get to come.
Being the brilliant lioness she is, 2.0 decided she could give me both the ability to see a date in the future that might change as well as making me wonder if this time she masturbated me, she would actually push me over the edge. Her plan is diabolical. Now, she announces a date. That date isn’t necessarily when I will get to come. It is the first date I could get to come. So, there is no hope of an orgasm before February 20. On or after that date I could be given one in my lioness decides she wants me to come. So, between now and that date I know I won’t come. But on the 20th, I will have to wonder if this time she plays with me she will let me ejaculate. So, after the 20th I’m playing orgasm roulette.
Valentine’s Day Red
Lion survived his frilly panties, although he did ask if he could take them off early. I told him he could remove them when he was ready for bed. Then I said, by that criteria, he was probably ready for bed right after he put them on.
The interesting thing about the panties is that, since Lion was cage-free, I could rub him right through the material. I could get him nice and hard and I didn’t have to remove them. He kept hinting that he loved my touch skin on skin and occasionally I’d put my hand inside the panties, but for the most part I rubbed him through the satiny fabric. This morning I remarked that he was pantie-free and he said, “Thank god.” Of course, I could have told him to put on a diaper today. He countered that he would have been all pee smelly when we play. And then I would have had him wash off before we play. Lion thinks I have an answer for everything. Sometimes I do. He keeps me on my toes, so I have to keep him on his.
Today, for Valentine’s day, I thought about giving him a red butt. He says that’s not the only thing I’ll make red. True. He’ll probably have red balls whether from menthol or clothespins. But if I tell him what I have planned it will take some of the fun out of it. I always like to have a surprise for him. Last week he had no idea I had the nail polish until he was all locked up in the sling. When I get ready to do a play spanking, I usually grab a lot paddles. I’m not sure which one I want to use and it makes him worry that I’ll use them all. So I may bring ginger and butt plugs and menthol rub and clothespins out, but which one am I going to use? In the case of the clothespins and menthol, he probably won’t get both. Unless they are the easy clothespins that don’t make marks. Putting menthol on a sore spot would be too evil even for 2.0.
The only thing for sure is that Lion will be a happy boy. If not from playing, then from his orgasm that’s scheduled for today. It’s the last one he can truly expect to get on the scheduled date. From now on, the date is just a suggestion. A “sell by” date, if you will.
Coming Home To Roost
On Friday night Mrs. Lion announced that since I wasn’t wearing my cage — it’s off until a bruise on my penis heals — I needed something to keep my hands away from my “weenie”. She said I would have to wear diapers yesterday. I hate that. I asked if there was something else I could do? After a moment’s thought she said that I would wear frilly panties. So, first thing yesterday morning, she went to my drawer picked the green pair, I have two, and told me to put them on.
She pointed out that I asked for this. After all, I suggested it in January 2015. I had ordered the two pairs from manties.net and as soon as they arrived and I got a good look at them, I had second thoughts and hid them before Mrs. Lion could see them. But she did as she wrote in a post. She has a good memory and 2.0 mentioned them along with diapers a couple of weeks ago. One of 2.0’s resolutions was to go back through my old posts and list all the “suggestions” I made about things she could do to me. Then, she said, she would do each and every one of them. After all, she said, I asked for them. Right? Yes, I did.
If that’s not bad enough, she also decided that she would do all those things I want so badly (her words, not mine!) her way. So far in these first weeks of 2.0, that has mean she will do them all out; no testing, just go for the gold. So far the “gold” had been my buns and genitals. It’s been less gold and more red.
I’m not complaining. I did, sometimes wishing I could take things back that I requested. The panties are an excellent case in point. Once they arrived and I got a look at them, I realized that wearing them would not be fun and certainly not arousing. So, they went in my drawer with no comment. Now that I’ve had to wear them all day and evening yesterday, I can confirm that I am not turned on wearing them or looking at me in them. Hell no! They aren’t uncomfortable at least. However, when we were shopping in a warehouse store yesterday, I needed to pee and adjust my pants. The men’s room was far from empty. I stood at a urinal and peed. Then I had to adjust my pants which required me to drop them, adjust the panties, then pull them up and buckle. There I was, exposing my lacy butt to the world; at least for a few seconds. That did not please me at all.
In retrospect, should I have gone with the diaper? It’s close, but no. I think I hate sitting in a wet diaper slightly more than running around in panties. At lest the panties are dry and clean. Lioness 2.0 is getting good at making me choose one of two unpleasant options. She also just tells me what to do without offering any choice. The atmosphere here has changed.
That Face
(Left) front view of pink panties, (Right) back view of green pair Lion is wearing today instead of a diaper. Fair trade?
Lion’s bruise is healing nicely now that he’s out of the cage. We think the cage impaired blood flow. With no restrictions, the dark purple-brown has been reduced to a faded brown. When Lion is in his collar, he still has a reminder on that he’s got to watch his step. Yesterday, before he left for work, he did a little happy dance that he was wild and uncollared. Last night I decided that, since he’d like to remain wild until the bruise heals completely, he’d have to be in a diaper while he’s home from the time he woke up until the time he went to bed. Same rules as last time. He has to stay in a wet diaper for an hour before he can change it. He made a face and a little while later he said, “Buh, buh, buh, diaper.” He didn’t know there was another option.
I offered an exchange. He could swap the diaper and all of its wetness for frilly panties. He gladly made the swap. A little while later he said, “Buh, buh, buh, frilly panties.” Such a funny guy. I told him they were his own fault. He could be in a wet diaper instead. He’s the one who chose the frilly panties. This morning he asked if I wanted to choose which ones he wears. I didn’t know he had more than one pair. Well, maybe I did, but I forgot. I chose a lovely green pair with little roses sewn to them. When he put them on I noticed the frills running across his butt. Very chic. And I decided that he could wear them when we go out since they will fit nicely under his jeans. Perhaps he’s rethinking the diaper decision. Too late!
When I mentioned the frill across the butt, he said he thought I didn’t like men in silly panties. I told him I don’t really like it, but the face he makes is priceless. He’s clearly uncomfortable, not from an actual “these things ride up” point of view, but from a “why the hell am I wearing frilly, lacy, froo froo panties?” point of view. Why indeed? Is someone making you wear them? Oh wait. You chose to wear them. Now the diaper, someone would have made you wear the diaper. But, no. You chose to trade the diaper for the panties. The frilly, lacy panties.
Ultimately the diapers and the frilly panties were his idea. One of his silly “you know what we could do” ideas that comes back to bite him every now and then. He has a lot of those. He wanted 2.0 to notice when he’s in uniform and wearing the collar. Well, she’s definitely noticing that frilly Lion butt. And that face he makes when I mention it.
