Beautiful Penis
Lion has decided that “I like when he’s horny” translates into his not getting an orgasm until he is at his plateau and presumably isn’t very interested. I’m not sure where he got that idea from. Why would I want to give him an orgasm if he isn’t very interested? I’ve done it before, yes, but I think my point is that I want him so frustrated that he can almost spontaneously orgasm. If I wait too long we’ve both lost out. He no longer cares and I don’t get that incredibly hard cock straining to have its moment of glory. I’m not sure how to describe it, but when Lion is really, really ready, he gets so hard his penis gets that nice curve to it and the head is very pronounced and the skin is stretched tight. It’s beautiful, if you can call a penis beautiful.
So that’s my goal. Maybe from now on, even when we get to a scheduled date, if he’s not horny enough he won’t get his orgasm. He has to prove to me that he wants it. He doesn’t have to do it all by himself, of course. I’ll be giving him a helping hand or mouth, along with clothes pins, paddles, Velcro, and other assorted things. But he has to show me that beautiful penis if he wants an orgasm. And I know I’ll cheat. I give him bonus orgasms all the time. I’m a horrible top, except that when I want to give him an orgasm just because, as a top, I’m well within my rights. But there will be times, like now, when I want to see that beautiful penis and know that he is oh-so-close and so damn frustrated he would hump a tree if he could.
Lion is now a few days past his scheduled orgasm and we’re still working on getting him horny enough. He may be very frustrated right now, but I know he’s loving every minute of it. Well, maybe not every minute. [Lion – Most minutes]
Power Of The Penis
This is probably the worst time for me to write a post like this. I am extremely horny and my imagination runs wild when in this state. OK, you’ve been warned. I’ve been thinking about Mrs. Lion’s latest declaration. She said that she likes it better when I am very horny. I asked her why. She said that I get hard almost immediately and I am very easy to tease. I asked if there were any changes in my non-sexual behavior. She said I whine more. I commented that extra whining must be annoying to her. She replied that she didn’t say she doesn’t like that kind of whining.
She’s decided to continue withholding orgasm until she feels the time is “right”. That’s a very hot thought to me. I really like her decision. I take it to mean that when stimulating me gets more difficult, she may consider giving me an orgasm to start the ball rolling again. That’s just my interpretation, not a fact.
I’ve also been thinking about putting a “price” on orgasm when she decides it might be time. It could be having me accept 50 fast punishment swats without moving. If I move, sorry we will try again another time. Or, it could be holding a number of tiny clothespins on head of my penis for a period of time. When I suggested that maybe there could be a price on orgasm, her reply was, “You’ll just say you will wait.”
That’s been true up to now. But she never pushed me hard enough to find out if there is a time I will make a painful trade. Or maybe the price can go down the longer I wait. In any case it may provide some additional amusement for Mrs. Lion.
One of the blogs I regularly read, “Real Women Don’t Do Housework“, had an interesting post about motivation. It’s a brilliant idea on how to avoid whining and arguing about chores or other decisions. It uses the desire for release to control practical matters in a very humane way.
I realize that when I consider motivation for me, it is always the threat of painful punishment. In my mind I see the ability to give me pain as a strong statement of power over me. Of course it is, but an even stronger statement is made when my lioness shows sexual control. Edging me is very pleasurable, but it also makes the strong point that no matter how much I want release, I won’t get it unless Mrs. Lion decides she wants me to have an orgasm.
Impromptu edging, just once to make a point, as “Real Women Don’t Do Housework” suggests, not only sends a powerful message, it uses male hormones to produce an amicable result to a situation that could have been unpleasant. Since I am always locked in a chastity device, that spur-of-the-moment edging requires removing at least my cage. The ring can remain on. That’s a logistical problem for us since my key is in a lion-proof strong box under the bed. That can be too much trouble for Mrs. Lion. I had a thought about that. Maybe we could put the key on a necklace that she could wear when she is up and about at home. Other times it could go back into the strong box. Alternatively, she could let me run wild when we are alone together and both awake.
With the ability to use either the paddle or the penis as a way of modifying my behavior, I think that Mrs. Lion has a lot more opportunity for control. I think it is very interesting that edging sends two messages: It is the most pleasurable sensation a male can enjoy other than full orgasm, and the fact that the orgasm is withheld sends a very strong message about who has the power. I guess we are truly able to be led around by our cocks if the right technique is applied
I Don’t Love Him That Much
Yesterday I told Lion he’s easier to deal with when he’s horny than when he thinks he’s broken. He wondered why. I think it’s because it requires very little effort to get him aroused. When he thinks he’s broken he’s sort of depressed and even getting a smile out of him is difficult. He thought it might be because he is more attentive when he’s horny. Nope. He doesn’t turn into the sniveling little peon of internet legend. He’s just a happy, if somewhat frustrated, Lion.
Last night we couldn’t find the collars we were looking for. Lion thinks he might have gotten rid of them when we were no longer playing. That’s too bad. He had a nice leather one and a red nylon one that was more comfortable. Both had tags with his name on them along with my cell phone number to “report if naughty”. Of course, he very rarely ever wore them out of the house so no one would have seen the tag anyway, but it was fun. I did find the Christmas collar with jingle bells on it and he found two other collars. One locks on with a padlock and the other is very wide. For last night’s festivities I used the jingle bell collar because it’s nylon and more comfortable. I only want him feeling the pain I want him feeling.
Once he was handcuffed to his collar, I brought out the goodie bag of toys. I told him he was trapped and I could do anything I wanted to him. That’s almost always true anyway, but just saying that made Mr. Weenie jump to attention. I tried the tiny clothes pins in different areas but it didn’t work out as well as I’d hoped so I abandoned that idea. Instead I used the wooden clothes pins with the sand paper on his balls. I also put regular wooden clothes pins on his boobies. He hates when I call them his boobies. Men don’t have boobies, he says. If I want to call his penis his man clit, I will do it. He has boobies for the purposes of pinching the nipples. So there!
I edged him several times, something I haven’t been able to do much lately. I got him very close quite a few times. When I was done with him I removed the clothes pins and took off the restraints. He was mumbling about being hornier than when we started. I think that’s the point. Duh! And when we were snuggling later on, I said I love him. He said if I really love him, I’d give him an orgasm. I surprised him by telling him I don’t love him that much. (Of course I do. I was only joking to see what he’d say.) So now I have a horny Lion again and I love it.
This morning he told me he was trying to get hard when he woke up. Perfect!
You’re Not Horny Enough
A new regime in afoot in the lions’ den. Tuesday was my scheduled orgasm day. In the past only illness has caused a delay. No longer. It’s true that I had a bonus orgasm Sunday afternoon. It was great. Monday we abstained from any activity. Tuesday Mrs. Lion resolved to make things “more entertaining”. So, Tuesday night about an hour after my maintenance spanking, Mrs. Lion brought out more spanking implements and announced we would “play”. She then got my butt pink from a spanking that actually started to get me hard.
After the spanking she began masturbating me. She edged me at least once and then announced, “You aren’t horny enough to come tonight. We’ll wait till you are really ready. We will try again tomorrow.”
What???? Scheduled orgasms are now conditional. I have to want one badly enough or I will wait longer. This is definitely something new. I have to admit that this is a good idea. It’s frustrating for me, but it makes sense. I like the idea of earning my orgasm. In this case, I do it by needing it badly enough that Mrs. Lion is moved to deliver it.
All sorts of questions spring up in my mind. Will she change the next scheduled date to be the same number of days she had originally planned? I think that is a good idea. How can I show her how badly I want to come? Is there any way I can do that or is my fate based purely on her determination? I prefer the latter, but if I have to put on a show to get off, if I am horny enough I will. There’s a nice little bit of humiliation there.
After my post yesterday about chastity theater, Mrs. Lion has informed me that she will work hard to keep me entertained. In this context, entertainment almost certainly will involve pain and humiliation. I wonder if it will entertain her as well or will it be just for my benefit?
For example, yesterday just after I wrote the first draft of this post, we exchanged emails:
Mrs Lion: “Entertaining a lion is a daunting task. I may have some ideas thought. ;-)”
Me: “The most exciting part for me is that I don’t script it and have no idea what you plan until you tell me.”
Mrs. Lion: “Sometimes you like a preview. Like if I tell you that tonight I’d like you to look for your collar because I have plans that involve your hands in cuffs hooked to the collar. I know you got a little tingle just now.”
Yup, there was some pressure on the inside of my cage. I wonder if I will be wearing the collar all evening. Ok, I’m really turned on. It’s exciting to think of my hands attached behind my head to the ring on my collar.
Mrs. Lion and I are almost opposites in the way we approach things. I tend to research extensively and then jump in with all four paws. She is much more tentative and prefers to learn by doing. Eventually she catches up and even surpasses me. I think that she is now making a leap forward in terms of our power exchange. I’m excited and a little scared about how this new phase will go.
