Month: September 2019

I know Lion is (im)patiently waiting for some fun, but I’m still feeling pressured by the move. Tonight, I’m making one last push on the old house. If I can’t fit it in the car tonight, we don’t need it. Then I have to unload the car at the new house. I’m running out of places to put things until they are unpacked.

Saturday morning I unpacked part of the kitchen. I found the toaster. I didn’t have any counter space to put it on so I either buried it under packing material on the table or I put it back in the box. In either case, it’s lost. I found the silverware, but I didn’t find the tray it goes in, and I can’t get to the drawer that will be its new home. It went back in the box. Lion needs his razor. I found the charger part of it. Where the hell is the razor?

The bottom line is that it may be quite some time before we are even halfway functional in the new house – in all respects. I seem to be sleeping in two hour increments.

That’s not helpful.

I’m back to work full time (except that Lion has doctor appointments this week).

That’s not helpful.

Normal chores continue.

That’s not helpful.

Lion is even more injured than he was before we started this whole escapade.

That’s not helpful.

I’m taking solace in the knowledge that tonight will be my last run to the old house. One last horrible commute. One last load and unload. I have to take my silver linings where I can get them.

liom in thong panties
Here I am in a pair of panties Mrs. Lion picked out for me..
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Our move is almost complete. Yesterday, Mrs. Lion picked up the last of our belongings and left our keys in our old house.

You come across the darndest things when packing to move. I discovered that I have at least a dozen pairs of panties. They were jammed on one side of a drawer. I had no idea my collection was so extensive. We’ve made more shopping trips to buy panties than days I’ve actually had to wear them.

I’m not complaining. Women’s panties don’t turn me on to wear and are much less comfortable than my men’s boxer briefs.

We also turned up a ton of diapers. It’s been a very long time since Mrs. Lion made me wear one. That too is another example of something that is way more exciting to think about than to actually wear.

Obviously, I don’t have a panty or diaper fetish. It is hot to think about being made to wear either under my clothes. Of course, since I’ve been working from home, I don’t wear clothes most of the time.

Given that we both seem to have forgotten about diapers and panties, that doesn’t mean I won’t be wearing them in the future. Mrs. Lion likes to mix things up sometimes, and will instruct me put on a pair of panties or a diaper. When it’s a diaper, she knows that wearing a dry one feels pretty much like wearing regular underwear. To make sure that I am aware I’m wearing a diaper and not underwear, she makes me wear a wet one until I have to pee again. Then, I can change it just in time to wet the new one.

I am wearing a dry diaper in this image. It will stay on me even after I wet it. I can only change it when I am ready to pee again.

Wet diapers don’t smell bad (they have some sort of odor preventing stuff in them), but the absorbed liquid is heavy and the diaper becomes swollen and sags. So, I spend my day pulling up a wet diaper that keeps trying to fall off.

Panties just don’t feel right when I wear them. I can’t forget I’m wearing them because of that. I think that’s the entire point of wearing them. Either diapers or panties are uncomfortable enough to remind me who is in charge. It isn’t so bad that I am desperate to get back to either being naked or wearing my own, male underwear.

When I’m required to wear either, they stay on even if we go out. It does feel a bit odd going out to dinner wearing panties or a wet diaper.

For us, that’s the entire point. It isn’t the excitement of a fetish. Instead, it’s the constant reminder that I am not in control. I suppose it’s a good thing to remind me of that every so often by making me wear frilly panties or a wet diaper. If I enjoyed wearing either, making me put one on would just be feeding my fetish.

I definitely have a bondage fetish. That’s why I like wearing a chastity device. It’s 24/7 penis bondage. When I wear one I don’t necessarily feel the power Mrs. Lion has over me. However, when she takes me out and edges me repeatedly, then locks me back up without an orgasm, I feel her power.

She brings me to the point when I start humping air and whimper when she let’s go just before I can get relief. She’s become an expert at this. I just know that this time she’s going to let me ejaculate.

Oh no!

She stopped just a couple of strokes too soon. I’m left panting and humping air. Then, when I calm down just a bit, her hand returns and gives me just a few quick strokes. The first few times she does this I’m excited but not ready to blow. It doesn’t take long after she begins this rhythm that I’m on the edge again. I’m so close, she sometimes accidentally gives me a ruined orgasm. Most of the time she stops just millimeters before I can come.

Mrs. Lion generally repeats this cycle three or more times before stopping. Sometimes, she continues doing it over and over until I just can’t have an orgasm even if she masturbates me continuously. We say that I’m broken at that point. Apparently, you can’t edge a man indefinitely. Eventually, he just gives up on a physical level. That’s its own special kind of hell. Mrs. Lion can keep stimulating me. I’ll stay hard and feel excited. No matter how long she does this, I never get close to ejaculating.

A lot of women’s enjoy post-orgasmic torture (POT). Just after ejaculating most men experience extreme sensitivity on the heads of their penises. It doesn’t happen to me every time, but it is frequent enough to make POT a fun activity. It’s extremely easy to do. Immediately after the orgasm, vigorously rub the head of the penis. You better hold onto the shaft tightly with the other hand because he will work very hard to try to get away. I generally have enough control to stay in position, but I can’t help squirming trying to get away from that horrible feeling.

Now that we are beginning to get moved in, I expect Mrs. Lion will have some surprises in store for me. Stay tuned.

The adventure continues. Friday night we went out for a nice dinner and then when we got home and I was in the bedroom emptying my pockets, my right knee gave out and I fell. My left shoulder was hurting very badly. I couldn’t move it without screaming in pain.

Mrs. Lion and I tried to find ways to get me up off the ground. Without the use of my left arm, and with my right arm still partly incapacitated after the spinal surgery last spring, we didn’t have a lot of resources. We tried everything we could think of without success. Finally Mrs. Lion dialed 911 and the local EMT team helped me to my feet and help me get into our car. We drove to the hospital in Seattle (about 35 miles away) and I went to the emergency room. They did x-rays and a CT scan. Fortunately, shoulder wasn’t dislocated and there was no apparent fracture.

They gave me 10 mg of Percocet. After an hour, it hadn’t made a dent in the pain. The doctor gave me an injection of a powerful anti-inflammatory drug, and this reduced the pain considerably. They let us go with a prescription for an opioid with instructions to contact the sports medicine surgeon who did my rotator cuff surgery, if the pain didn’t subside substantially in the next few days. Yesterday, the pain had diminished a bit. I still took the opioid during the day.

This hasn’t been a very good year for me. No, I can’t really say that. From the perspective of my health, I’ve had some orthopedic issues beginning with torn rotator cuff and in the most recently with surgery for stenosis of my cervical spine. That surgery is responsible for the fact that I keep falling. Anytime the spinal cord is disturbed, bad things happen.

Immediately after the surgery, I developed something called C5-palsy. This is a partial paralysis of the arm; my case right on. It’s been slowly improving, but I still can’t raise it over my head. Some of the muscles in that arm are not very strong. It’s not that the muscles themselves are weak, but the nerves communicating with my brain are not functioning as well as they need to.

I fell on my left shoulder. Now I have a disability in both arms. I can still do a lot of stuff that doesn’t require too much raising of either arm. Now, my “bad” arm, the right one, is the better one.

Despite all this pain and suffering, I still find myself really horny. On Friday night, while under the influence of opioid pain relievers plus powerful anti-inflammatory, I still found myself thinking about sex and actually experiencing some erections. Go figure! Clearly, my sex wiring is independent of everything else. I can be in excruciating pain and still have an direction. This is either tribute to the male sex drive, or a clear signal that I am truly out of my mind.

I hope today will be easier for me and for Mrs. Lion. She’s been working hard unpacking boxes. We can actually see the kitchen floor now. That’s a big improvement. Yesterday, a handyman we hired installed our reverse osmosis water filter as well as a new mailbox and porch light. These are all things I would normally to. The spinal surgery makes it impossible for me to do even simple jobs.

That’s the news from the lions’ den. Hopefully, I’ll have better and sexier news for you tomorrow. Have a great Sunday!

We’ve been playing a new game. Where are my shoes? Where are my jeans? Have you seen the box with X in it? Where is it?

This morning I spent a few hours unpacking boxes in the kitchen. A handyman was coming to install a filter under the kitchen sink. He needed room to move. Now we can actually see more of the floor and we can stop eating on paper plates. We might even be able to cook a meal.

Next on the agenda is the bathroom. Of course, we have to find all our clothes too. It’s just a sea of boxes everywhere. But somehow, I’d swear we’re missing boxes. Where is that box with X in it?

I’m still exhausted from all the moving. Maybe tomorrow we can sleep in. I’d be happy with sleeping through the night. Once that’s accomplished, I’m sure Lion can have his fun time back. I know he’s been looking forward to that. I could bring a paddle in from the camper to resume punishment, but it does no good if I’m too tired to be effective.

We’ll get there. I’m sure my energy is packed in one of these boxes around here. Maybe it’s with X.