Maybe Ruined Orgasms Are Good After All
Lion asked if his orgasm yesterday was part of an experiment. At first I didn’t know what he meant. He explained that he didn’t think he’d be able to have an orgasm so soon after a ruined orgasm. Ah. No. It wasn’t an experiment. At least not a planned one.
Lion has said for a long time that a ruined orgasm doesn’t take any of the horniness away. His theory is that it doesn’t check all the boxes necessary for his body to think it’s had an orgasm. There’s some tension and some semen, but it doesn’t go all the way. As far as the sex gods are concerned, nothing happened.
I’ve never thought about giving him an orgasm the day after a ruined orgasm. However, this time I reasoned that he wouldn’t want to play Sunday if he had an orgasm on Saturday so I allowed the ruined orgasm to happen with the hopes that his theory was correct. It was!
I didn’t consider semen production. I just wanted him to have another opportunity to be strapped in the sling and to take the new dildo. Not that I couldn’t have done those things with a non-horny Lion but I want him to enjoy himself most of the time. I didn’t even think about ejaculate when he started producing pre-cum. It wasn’t until after he came that he commented about how much he produced.
It’s a definite win for me. I love Lion’s cum. Two days in a row is a bonus. Maybe I’ll have to rethink my hatred of ruined orgasms.
Onward And Upward!
Saturday
We played in the sling. After “warming” me up with the Silk large dildo (1-1/2″ diameter), she confidently inserted the 2 inch diameter Tantus dildo (NSFW image of it inserted). It hurt going in. She didn’t mind and continued inserting. When she got most of it in, she stopped and let me get used to the size. Then she gently pegged me, moving it in and out slowly. We didn’t get to the Rodeoh Brief Harness. Good thing. It was a bit much to take. I’m sure that with practice, I’ll be pegged full blast before long.
You can see in this image (also NSFW) that I was just barely getting hard. This is normal for me. It’s extremely rare that I maintain an erection when being pegged. Objects up my ass are not directly arousing to me. I am turned on later or when anticipating the next session. It’s the power Mrs. Lion shows by anal insertion, I think, that is so exciting to me. The visual evidence indicates that, like spanking, the actual act is not arousing.
Mrs. Lion also tried a capsaicin rub. This product from England, is formulated like a stick deodorant. Just rub it on the desired area. Mrs. Lion chose my perineum. She rubbed a bit on. Then she masturbated me. After a few minutes, I reported that I didn’t feel any heat. She put more on the same spot. A few minutes passed. Still nothing. I told her and she tried one last time; this dose was quite thick. She reported she could smell it.
Again more teasing. This time, after a few more minutes, I felt some mild heat. “No big deal,” I thought. Mrs. Lion went on and the heat built very slowly. I was very aroused and Mrs. Lion was edging me mercilessly. She got me oh so close and stopped. I groaned. After about ten seconds, semen dripped out. I felt the ruined orgasm. Mrs. Lion calmly looked on. She cleaned off the semen, and released the restraints. I left the sling, gracefully for me, still dripping. I hate ruined orgasms. It is the purest expression of Mrs. Lion’s power over me.
Meanwhile, the heat was building between my legs. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. We went back upstairs to snuggle under the covers. The instant my perineum touched the sheet, the heat intensified, almost making me yelp. As I lay back, the pressure on my perineum lessened and the heat became a bit milder. The heat continued for almost an hour. Capsaicin is very different from menthol. The usual, menthol rubs start burning quickly and die out after about ten minutes. The capsaicin starts later and hangs on. You can’t wash it off, by the way. Taking a shower will make it worse.
Sunday
Mrs. Lion kept her promise. After watching the Giants lose yet again (2 and 10 this year), we went down to the dungeon. It didn’t take long to fix me in the sling. After some nice warmup (playing with my penis), she got out the Boy Butter and lubed me up. Then, she got out that big dildo and started it up my ass. It was really painful. I asked her if she could get me ready with the Silk dildo.
She obligingly did just that. then she began again with the 2″ diameter monster. It went in more easily this time. She proceeded to spend quite a while pegging me with it. It was uncomfortable, but not really painful. A few times I yelped softly. For the most part, I stoically accepted the intruder. Of course, I had no real choice. I was securely attached to the chains supporting the sling.
Then, something surprising happened. Mrs. Lion began masturbating me. That, in itself, isn’t unusual. She does that most times after pegging me. The thing is, I had a ruined orgasm on Saturday. In the past, my interest in sex the day after was very low. I was surprised how much I enjoyed the attention. She was even able to edge me a couple of times.
She put my cock in her mouth and began moving. It felt as though I hadn’t come in a couple of weeks. I had to remind myself, I ejaculated the day before. What was going on? I soon found out. Mrs. Lion kept sucking and gave me a huge orgasm. She told me there was a good amount of semen. In the past, orgasms spaced less than three or four days apart would yield little-to-no semen. Maybe there is something to the idea that ruined orgasms don’t reset the sex clock.
The only explanation for this new development is that the Saturday ruined orgasm was classically perfect. Only a portion of my semen supply was drained. My body didn’t recognize that event as an orgasm. Overnight, I think the residual heat created by the unsatisfying end to our sexual activity, signaled something inside of me to make more semen.
Whatever happened, it was a pleasant surprise to us both. The other surprise to me was that I could accept that huge, new dildo without being split in half. Onward and upward!
He Can Take It
I got some manscaping done with Lion in the sling yesterday. I also put some capsaicin rub on him and when it didn’t seem to be working I put more on and when that didn’t seem to be working I put even more on. I was willing to forego the last round but Lion said to try more. The problem was that capsaicin apparently takes a long time to show its evil effects. We were done by the time it kicked in.
I started out with the smaller smooth dildo (the Tantus Silk Large) since I haven’t pegged Lion in quite a while. As soon as I was done with it I went for the larger dildo. It’s about the same length but much wider. The Tantus is 1-1/2″ diameter, the larger one almost 2″ in diameter. Lion was able to take it. I didn’t really do much actual pegging with it. I just let him get used to it. We may try it again today.
With the (we thought) failed capsaicin attempt, I just decided to go straight to edging Lion. It was his sixth day since his last orgasm. I’d mentioned at one point that he had a four day wait and then a five day wait. I alluded to increasing each wait by one day for a while, but I decided against it because we may want to play today. He’s normally not interested in sex for at least a day after an orgasm so giving him one Saturday effectively wipes out Sunday. At least that was the plan.
I got him very close a few times. He was even trying to buck into my hand. Not an easy task in the sling. Then I went a bit too far. We both dislike ruined orgasms so much, in the past I’ve salvaged them so he has a nice orgasm. But I really didn’t want him to have an orgasm this time at all so I let it finish itself out as ruined. I believe, and I may have it wrong, that a ruined orgasm does not affect his horniness level like a regular orgasm does. I’m hoping the ruined orgasm didn’t ruin our chances of playing today. I want him to want to go back in the sling for round two of pegging with the larger dildo. We’ll have to wait and see.
We got a comment yesterday wondering if pegging Lion does anything for me physically. At this point, there’s really nothing that does anything for me physically. I try to make sure Lion enjoys himself – as much as he can with a dildo ramming him in the ass. He wants to feel powerless. I try to fulfill his needs.
Is It Abusive?
Sometimes people wonder about how I can consent to being punished. Clearly, I don’t like the pain, and often want to resist accepting it. My most recent example is the last time Mrs. Lion spanked me. She noted that I was pissed when she told me to roll over and expose my bottom. I was. I didn’t say anything but my face clearly expressed my feelings.
Was that spanking consensual? It had to be. I rolled over. I wasn’t restrained. I’m stronger than Mrs. Lion. I could have refused or rolled away while she was beating me. I didn’t. Some might argue that I was emotionally restrained. I’ve been trained to obey. I don’t think so. The only possible consequences of my rebellion would have been loss of our power exchange. Mrs. Lion could just end it.
That’s always the implied threat behind serious disobedience. Is that enough to cover abuse? Possibly in some cases, but not ours. Had I refused to be spanked, Mrs. Lion would most likely let it go, at least for a while. Accepting it was on me.
When I was told to roll over, I growled inwardly. I did think about arguing against being spanked. But then I realized that the point of punishment is to deter future offenses. I’m not supposed to feel good about the impending pain. I’m supposed to want to avoid it. It’s completely normal in non-BDSM punishment to feel angry about the painful intrusion. But it’s wrong to resist.
The fairly frequent punishments have trained both of us. Mrs. Lion has learned to punish each and every infraction. It’s part of her effort to be consistent with me. I’ve been trained to accept, gracefully or not, Mrs. Lion’s penalties. The entire point of making it an offense if I get food on my shirt is to assure punishment occurs regularly.
Some people use maintenance spankings. My problem with these is that they are almost the same as BDSM spanking. The only reason they are given is because the dominant wants to remind the bottom of her power. It’s a much stronger message to me when I notice I dripped something on my shirt and Mrs. Lion gives me that pointed stare.
From that moment until the paddle comes out, I am dreading the consequences. It’s that emotional component that is the real training for me. I know that I will be paddled no matter what mood I’m in. Up until now, Mrs. Lion’s spankings for spills have been milder than for more serious offenses. I expect that she will continue this, but make her milder spankings a lot worse. That’s also good training for me.
There are two components to these punishments: The first is my immediate obedience to her command to expose my bottom. The second is my “spanking manners”; how I behave while I am being paddled. These haven’t been very good. I squirm and sometimes even roll over for a bit. This is normal. I’ve read that most guys do the same when the pain gets very intense.
However, this is a behavior to be discouraged. I should remain in position throughout the entire punishment. Some squirming and feet kicking is probably as much as I should be allowed to do. What should Mrs. Lion do if I do cross the line during a spanking? According to Julie, she should stop, tell me she is starting over, and do so. I imagine it won’t take very long for me to learn my manners.
The same is true when I don’t immediately thank Mrs. Lion for spanking me. I generally forget this unless she reminds me. The idea of repunishing for offenses during the punishment is reasonable and extremely unpleasant for me. Still, it’s the right thing for Mrs. Lion to do. And, it most certainly isn’t abusive.
