Month: April 2018 (Page 15)

I forgot. I tried to make plans. Even though I know it never works I still tried. So I’m throwing my hands in the air and giving up on plans. From now on, if things happen they happen.

Lion fell on the stairs in our garage yesterday. He has a nasty bruise on his leg. Even after elevating his leg and icing the area, a different area started to swell. I moved the ice to that area. By this morning the swelling and pain were down quite a bit.

All I’ll say about tonight’s activities are that we’ll be together. Barring either of us breaking a hand, we’ll hold hands. Anything beyond that is a bonus. I can’t commit to any snuggling or sex. I don’t want to jinx it. I’m not even hoping. That could be just enough to jinx it too.

The rules still apply. Punishment will happen as needed. The Box O’Fun will remain on hold as will the cage. If we do get back to normal it will be by sneaking up on it. Clearly overt references to it have been unsuccessful. I can’t risk any more illness or injury.

Since I’m the play by play person, I guess my posts will be about the weather and sports scores. We’ll see how that goes.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. My dad used to say that to me. Our desire to get things back to normal have been weeks of good intentions. However, in our case circumstances have thwarted any possibility of returning to the way we want to live.

Yesterday, I tripped on the stairs between the house and garage. I hurt my right leg. So, our evening was spent with me in bed, legs elevated and the big swelling iced. That took care of any possibility of sex or play.

Earlier in the day, Mrs. Lion shaved me. She noticed that the depilatory did a good job removing ball hair. She suggested that we try another brand, maybe one that women use on their faces. We may try Nair for men. We’ll restrict its use to my balls.

So here I am in bed typing on my laptop. Hopefully the swelling will be down tomorrow and we can be frisky again. Maybe this is a sign. Perhaps I should give up on sex. At this moment, that doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

I know that when I’m feeling better I won’t think that giving up sex is such a hot idea. It’s just wearing to have things continue getting in our way. I remain hopeful. Meanwhile, I can still dream.

What I didn’t realize when I wrote my post yesterday was that Lion wasn’t feeling well again. He’d made breakfast but he was barely standing. He was nauseous and very unsteady on his feet. He slept a lot yesterday and didn’t eat much. When you’re nauseous the last thing you want to do is piss off the stomach gods. I made him tea, brought him water and, when he was ready for it, I made him some toast. This morning I decided what we both had was some sort of 24-hour stomach bug. Maybe not a severe one but thankfully it didn’t last long.

There was no joy in Mudville last night. Although Lion ate a decent dinner with no ill effects, he was still a little wobbly. There was no way sex of any kind was happening. We were both on our iPads throughout the day but we did hold hands from time to time. The biggest thing I did for Lion, I think, was being there beside him whenever he needed me.

This morning, knock on wood, we both seem fine. I shaved Lion and realized he didn’t really have much hair anywhere. We decided not to use the zapper to determine if any hair grows back. It may very well be that the depilatory worked well in terms of hair removal. Bothering Lion’s skin is a whole different matter. I think he was right to return it to Amazon. I was just wondering if a depilatory made for women’s faces would work for Lion’s sensitive skin but still get rid of the hair. It might be worth a try.

I’m not sure we’ll do any Box O’Fun stuff today. Lion may still be fairly fragile. We’ll certainly snuggle later and see if we can get anything else going. I’ll decide before bedtime if Lion will be locked away again or not. I know he’s not necessarily thrilled with the idea of being caged but it’s not his decision. I’m trying to be supportive and in charge at the same time. It’s not an easy thing to balance.