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Lion worked very hard yesterday making sure our dinner was wonderful. Our guests were impressed with his homemade cranberry sauce and his sweet potatoes. The turkey was beautiful. He wanted to take a picture of it but we both forgot. Believe me when I tell you it tasted as yummy as it looked.

Our guests were here from 5:15 until 8:30. Lion was dropping subtle hints about being tired. Even the dog went off the sleep under the bed. My friend was getting the hint. Her mother, not so much. Finally Lion said, “I’m so happy you could spend Thanksgiving with us…” and my friend whisked her mother out the door. Part of me felt bad. I didn’t want to kick them out. But they had invited themselves (although neither realized it) and we were exhausted.

We collapsed into bed to watch TV. We couldn’t move. No sex for Lion but we did snuggle. This morning we slept till 8:30. That’s not late but we had breakfast in bed and lounged around till almost 11. Lion says he’s still tired. I bet! Me too. We have to pick up a prescription for Lion in a little while. I think it should be safe to venture into a grocery store in the afternoon. The Black Friday nonsense should be gone and grocery stores don’t usually have Black Friday deals anyway.

Other than that little bit of shopping I think we have a lazy Friday ahead of us. We can watch our football game we recorded from yesterday but didn’t get a chance to watch. We’ll probably have leftovers for dinner. It will be the calm after the storm.

Later on I bet Lion will be up for some playing. The medicine is holding most of the itching at bay. I assume he’ll be horny again after Wednesday’s surprise orgasm. It’s nice to have a day of lounging once in a while.

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It’s a couple of hours before our guests arrive for Thanksgiving dinner. The turkey is smoking, the cranberry sauce, mashed sweets, stuffing. and other food is done or ready to finish. I have a bit of time to write my post before the next cooking steps. Mrs. Lion is busy cleaning. We’re in good shape for the feast. Our dog has done a good job staying mostly out of the way. We are the perfect vanilla family.

I got thanksgiving greetings from some of my boarding school classmates. It’s nice to look back. It wasn’t always so nice to live. Ahh, the joy of distance! My senior roommate wants to get together when I go east. I’ll love that. Mrs. Lion is also planning to accompany me on a trip. Maybe we can put that together so the three of us can be there at the same time.

Our deck is covered with dead leaves and other natural detritus. Shoes get covered with the wet muck and can track into Mrs. Lion’s clean kitchen. I put an extra mat at the door. That reminded me that we haven’t seen the nasty punishment stool in quite a while. Mrs. Lion nodded and told me that a visit can certainly be arranged. Dumb lion!

Last night, the night before Thanksgiving, was sling night. Mrs. Lion accompanied me down to the dungeon and into the sling I went. There was some ball swatting with a small wooden spoon and then a little edging. The finale was a great blowjob resulting in my 52nd orgasm this year. Boy Skippy! It was great. This time the wait was an easy four days. Mrs. Lion told me that I deserved a short wait after breaking our record. She felt the need to point out that all my waits wouldn’t be this brief. I rolled my eyes.

Mrs. Lion let me sleep late. We both woke up at 7:30AM. Mrs. Lion went to the bathroom and I rolled over. Next thing I knew, it was almost 10AM. Mrs. Lion’s side of the bed was empty. She didn’t go back to sleep. I still don’t feel too rested. I visited the doctor on Friday and he prescribed a short, five-day flight of Prednisone. After only the first two pills, I am not itchy. Hopefully, the drug will help my autoimmune system reset.

I also showed the doctor a small lump just above my right nipple. He is pretty sure it isn’t cancer, but he had me schedule a mammogram next week. I can see all our female readers nodding, “Now he’ll see what it is like to be a woman!” Hardly. But it will feel odd in the waiting room when my name is called. Man oh manogram!

Now, I just have to finish dinner prep and pray that our guests don’t wear perfume.

 

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It’s 8:30 am. Lion is still snoozing. When I’m up earlier than he is I’ll play some games, read, write my post and any other quiet thing I can think of. He’ll be working hard later when he starts to cook. He deserves all the rest he can get.

Sometimes Lion and I try to figure out why we love each other so much. We don’t like most of the same things. He likes fine food. I’d rather have fast food. He likes classical music. I’d rather listen to rock. He likes musicals. I like “little-did-she-know” (as he calls them) crime shows. There are so many reasons why we shouldn’t work. But we do.

We may butt heads while I’m cleaning and he’s cooking. Stupid things like where the turkey should be placed on our buffet. Or why are you putting things where I just cleaned? Or why are you cleaning up what I just put down? These are the extent of our fights. I’m not saying we don’t frustrate each other on other issues, but most of our spats are stupid little things. I annoy him. He annoys me. We shake our heads, sigh and move on. We get past the little things.

I’m not really sure anyone can answer the question of why they love their partner. It’s difficult to put into words. And maybe it’s better not to ask. Maybe we should just go with it. It works. Why question it? When I’m trying to put into words why I’m thankful for Lion, I have the same problem. He’s smart. He’s cute. We love to be together. Blah, blah, blah. Not really a good answer.

Maybe I’ve already hit upon the answer. I love Lion and I’m thankful for him because no matter what else is going on in the world or our lives, things are peaceful with us. We just work.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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Today is Thanksgiving here in the US. I have an embarrassingly long list of reasons to be thankful. On top of the list is Mrs. Lion. I can’t imagine my life without her. Yes, she agreed to be my keyholder and disciplining wife. That’s a big deal, but in terms our our lives, that’s the small stuff. She’s my best friend and partner. This year we learned about the “sickness and health” part of our wedding vows.

In August 2016, I slipped and fell while on a business trip. I tore my rotator cuff. I was in constant pain for months. Cortisone injections provided some relief, but I was only allowed two shots. More would cause deterioration of the tendon. Surgery was the only way to relieve the pain. So, at the end of April I had rotator cuff repair. The tear was very large and the surgery was difficult.

The recovery is long and painful. I was home in bed for all of May. Mrs. Lion took care of me. It wasn’t easy for her. She had to do everything to keep our lives together. I was in constant pain despite the strong drugs. Sleep was difficult and I was up almost all night, every night. My lioness did her best to sleep next to me. I watched whatever I could find on TV. I couldn’t do much reading. I was too uncomfortable.

Now, it’s more than six months since the operation. I have regained most of my range of motion, but my arm is very weak. I’m exercising with a three-pound dumbbell. Anything more is too much. It will be another six months before my right arm regains strength. I could develop the muscles more quickly, but the rotator cuff tendon builds strength much more slowly and it’s dangerous to let my muscles become too strong for the repaired tendon.

Mrs. Lion has to do most of the chores. She uncomplainingly does all this. She finds the strength and resolve to grow our power exchange. That is the cherry on top of everything else she does for me. I don’t take any of this for granted. I understand how difficult and sad my life would be without her.

As they say on infomercials, that’s not all. Long before my injury, my lioness brought joy into my life. We have very different tastes in many things. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. We just love to be together. On sleepless nights, I love to look over and see her sleeping next to me. We manage to find fun in almost everything we do. I’m eternally thankful that the Universe brought her to me. My life is happy because she is my wife.

A little over a year ago I got my current job. I can’t say much about it here, other than it has been a lifelong dream to work where I do. It’s even better than I imagined it would be. I’m very thankful for that.

I am also thankful for you. Over the last four years, writing this blog and reading your comments has become an important part of my day. Reading Mrs. Lion’s posts, and she reading mine, have given us another important channel of communication. The Journal is an accurate record of the sexual side of our marriage. We give each other feedback and test ideas in our posts. Your reactions and suggestions enrich us. Thank you!

My original idea when I started this blog was to create a living diary of our lives; at least the part that includes power exchange and sex. It’s much more than that. When I read back to early years, I see how my view of things has matured. Writing and reading here is largely responsible for that.

We have formed a sort of family. Our regular readers help keep us on track and provide ideas for things we can do. I love it! I truly enjoy that we are part of your life. My dream was that our readers would stop in every day and find out what we are up to.

I like to think that some of our readers are thankful we write here. I don’t have any great wisdom to share. My ego isn’t that big. My prose isn’t flowery. I have no illusions about my writing. I hope that when you read my posts, that I disappear as an author and that you aren’t interrupted by style or literary fireworks while you read.

This is the day that we stuff ourselves with too much food. It’s also a day that I can stop and reflect on how fragile happiness is, and how lucky I am to find myself enjoying a wonderful life. l am most thankful that I can see how lucky I am to have found it.

Have a great Thanksgiving!