I realize that our blog is about enforced chastity and other female-in-control power exchanges. Since last weekend, neither of us has given any real consideration to any of that stuff. I certainly didn’t intend to spend your time listening to me whine about health issues. But the simple fact is that I’ve been in some pain and had a kidney stone plucked out. There is a complication that the stone either irritated or infected my ureter. As a result I have a stent going from my kidney to my bladder.
The procedure itself wasn’t too bad. The stent hurts and is scheduled to come out on Friday. The pain makes me grumpy and the pain drugs turn me into a space cadet. Neither state is particularly conducive to thoughtful conversations about my surrender to Mrs. Lion. There is no technical reason she shouldn’t hold me to my rules. Similarly, sex is possible for me. I really don’t think about sex and I am sure an orgasm would hurt until the stent is removed.
I’ve been watching a lot of cop shows on TV. A couple of cable stations run endless marathons of shows like “Law and Order SVU” and “Blue Bloods.” SVU taken more than two at a time depresses me. “Blue Bloods” starts to feel the same as well. The difference is that “Blue Bloods” always has an uplifting ending. No wonder I’m sleeping so much.
My reading material isn’t much better. I get several comments and emails a day from people wanting to tell me about their chastity adventures. Like all the marathon SVU’s and Blue Bloods, the plot lines just don’t vary. Most are worded as attempts to “share”. Share what? I suppose that because we write daily posts on these matters, it’s easy to assume we have an unquenchable lust for others’ accounts of long lockup and cock teasing. They assume that’s what must interest us. I’m pretty sure that’s what assists the writers in masturbation.
What interests me is learning how other couples incorporate these power exchanges into their lives. I love reading about the challenges and successes of others. I don’t much care about how long the guy waits to ejaculate. I do care about how the couple communicates. I want to learn more about how others practice domestic discipline. I want to learn about the power dynamic.
One of our frequent cmmentors, Anonymous, wondered at my skepticism about a wife beating her injured husband. It could be true. But the description of this beating was in the comment section of a blog. Context was absent. I choose not to believe the story because, at best it’s non-consensual and at worst domestic abuse. He mentioned that we expected him to believe that I was beaten until I bled. No, I don’t really care if anyone believes that. Actually I wasn’t beaten until I bled, I was being spanked and a pimple or something on my butt broke and there were a few drops of blood. The spanking itself wasn’t very severe at all.
One of the reasons that I have been wishing to find others who practice our kinks is my wish to be able to enjoy relating to others who share our interests. It isn’t to find others and exchange “war” stories. We don’t need lessons in using paddles, straps, etc. I have taught workshops on that stuff. It is just to have some human companionship with like-minded people.
At this moment, it’s hard for me to remember why I want to write a post every day about something that is just not on my mind right now. I want to stop aching and I want to have my customary alertness that the narcotic pain relievers steal from me. I want to have an erection. I want to be horny again. I really want to find something else on TV other than “Law and Order” and “Blue Bloods”.