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I had to do a Costco run last night to get the dog’s medicine. It took me an hour out of my way, round trip. By the time I got home and wrangled the packages off the front porch into the house, it was about 6:30. Lion was snoozing. We chatted a few minutes without him attempting to come out from under the covers. Then he asked what I wanted to do about dinner.

I hate that question. What I want to say is that he’s been home all damn day and why is it up to me to figure out dinner when I just walked in the door! But I said I didn’t know. He suggested stir fry. There are certain things he cooks, certain things I cook and other things either of us cook. Stir fry is mine.

So now I’ve run a “long” errand, unpacked deliveries and I’m making dinner, and Lion is still under the covers. Bring. It. On.

I did manage to calm down a bit before he decided to wander into the kitchen. Stir fry isn’t hard. It’s just one more thing added to the list. I knew I still needed to package Lion’s medications so he can take one packet each morning and night. Think PillPack before PillPack was a thing. Anyway, dinner was in the works.

After I took my shower I did the medications and it was a little after 9. We were holding hands and watching TV. Earlier in the day, Lion asked if we could be closer in the evening, not just for sex but to be close. He wondered if I was going to snuggle.

I always think snuggle is code for sex. It seems to be in Lion’s mind, but he denies it every time. Eventually, however, he said he guessed sex wasn’t happening. I won’t say I was tired from Costco or doing his medications, but holy cow sometimes it seems like sex is the only thing on his mind. By this time it was 10 and I didn’t think anything would come of it if I tried to edge him. He agreed. Grudgingly.

This morning he said he just wants to get sex back in his life. Has it been out of his life? I mean, I tried edging him the other night. And, I think, the night before that. I get it. He means actually getting to the edge and/or an orgasm. Maybe the problem is putting too much emphasis on it.

The other day he was talking about sex for me. He hopes he can jump start my libido. On Monday, when he reminded me of punishment day and “my” day, I told him it felt like a lot of pressure. He thought I meant pressure for him to initiate. Actually I meant pressure on me. Not only am I in charge of sex for him, I’m trying to be happy about sex for me again. No, I don’t want to not be in charge of sex for him. No, I don’t want a break from that so I can be happy about sex for me. I’m fine with no sex for me. It just feels like Lion wants it so bad for me that I have to want it. And that’s pressure.

Maybe there’s too much going on right now to add that to the mix. Let’s focus on Lion. Let’s focus on unpacking. Let’s focus on getting out of 2019. I’m convinced brighter days are ahead. We just have to get out of this damn year.

[Lion — It isn’t all that simple. Yesterday, for example, I was having a very bad day. I had a lot of work to do (I work from home) and I was exhausted because I haven’t had more than two hours sleep a night for the past two nights. Thanks to my fall Monday night, walking was unsteady and I needed a cane just to get around the house. When I finished work about 5 PM, I went into the bedroom got under the covers and started watching TV. I fell asleep. That was very welcome. I woke up when Mrs. Lion came home at about six. I did ask her what’s for dinner. I had hoped that she had picked up a chicken at Costco that we could have for dinner. She said she had thought about that but decided not to get it. She had no idea what we could have for dinner so I suggested stirfry.

Being this unstable on my feet, makes me very nervous about preparing food. Our kitchen is hardly a good place for me to do things right now because we are not completely unpacked and there is almost no counter space on which to work. I asked about sex only because I’m worried that I’ve lost my mojo. I asked Mrs. Lion about sex for her because I really want her back and having fun. I managed to get a good nights sleep last night. Finally! I feel much steadier on my feet and I’ve already baked a batch of corn muffins for breakfasts. I feel horrible that I can’t pitch in more.]

[Mrs. Lion – I don’t mean to put pressure on Lion. I know he has good days and bad days. I’m just venting and trying to figure out how to navigate life lately.]

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I wrote an erotic piece, sort of a memoir about an experience I had many years ago. I made the mistake of submitting it to one of the female British porn bloggers. After I sent it to her, I realized that they only publish female writers. I consider myself a fairly good writer. I get a lot of practice here with this blog and I think I do a reasonably good job telling the story. Then I realized that I would much rather share with you than with the small readership of an esoteric British blog. I don’t think it belongs here as a post. Instead, I’m planning to stick it into the static page section of this site.

It’s not erotic fiction. It’s pieces of my life I’d like to share. Here on the blog section, I don’t go into a lot of erotic detail. Perhaps that’s a mistake. The reason I don’t is that I want this blog to be a safe, friendly place that both men and women can enjoy. Maybe I have gone too far to avoid being too overtly sexual. Along with publishing the occasional memoir, I’ve decided that my posts will be more explicit. I welcome your feedback as I make this small adjustment.

Now that I’ve gotten all that out of the way, I’ve been thinking a lot about how to eroticize my life a little more. I’m not getting many spontaneous erections. I’m just not feeling very sexy. I don’t want to believe that I’m joining Mrs. Lion in the loss of libido club, but maybe I am. I suppose I should go get a blood test for testosterone to see if I may be missing some.

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Mrs. Lion is an expert jerking me off.

Mrs. Lion has absolutely no trouble getting me hard. On Wednesday night she started out by pinching my nipples. This is a sort of lion foreplay. It was fun. She pinched gently and then harder. Nipple pinches always give me a sharp kind of pain. She mentioned that she found some more of our clothespin collection; small ones, she said, but not the tiny dollhouse pins that terrify me. She likes to apply those to the head of my penis. The idea is to eventually put a ring of them around the edge. One or two of them are sheer agony. She’s too nice to push me. I suspect, that despite my vocal complaints, I can be trained to accept more and more.

That’s the thing. Repeated exposure teaches the mind to accept the sensation more easily. For example, if she applies one of those murderous little horrors to the head of my penis and leaves it there for a minute or two, I will be protesting and whining because it really hurts. However, if she repeats that the next day and the day after that, it becomes easier to manage. Then she can add another one.

Rinse and repeat.

That’s a fun sort of BDSM/CBT training. It has to have a strong sexual element because look where those pins are going! This sort of play seems to be more fun for Mrs. Lion than other BDSM activities.

Wednesday night she found two of our four bed restraints. These are nylon webbing with a hook on one end that attached to eyebolts in the bedframe. The other end has a carabiner that easily snaps on our restraints. The restraints are probably in that big trunk where Mrs. Lion packed our BDSM toys. We’re still two restraints short, but maybe she will unearth them soon too. The big question is whether she will use them?

In the past, she’s almost never restrained me. I’m not sure why since it’s so easy to do, but she hasn’t. I’m hoping that maybe she will try again. There would be great if she would use them frequently. For example there’s a special sort of scary feeling about being restrained spread-eagle on the bed after she has shown me that Ziploc bag with those horrible dollhouse clothespins.

In the past, when I have been restrained this way, I generally get hard all by myself. But if I don’t, Mrs. Lion has no trouble correcting that. The intensity is heightened when she lets me know that I’m fully erect even though I’m going to be feeling those horrible little clothespins. That makes me feel very much out of control. Not only am I bound on the bed, but my penis despite knowing what’s coming, stands tall and proud waiting for the abuse.

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In another session, Mrs. Lion used larger clothespins on my balls. This is how she restrains me.
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I wonder what Mrs. Lion thinks about this. She knows how much I dislike feeling those little pins grabbing that most sensitive part of my body. They bite in like nasty little claws. Then, a few seconds later the pain reaches my brain. In the beginning it’s just unbearable. After a little while, the sensation subsides to a nasty kind of ache. If another clothespin is applied then, the cycle repeats and it becomes a nasty bigger ache.

When I know she is done and will be removing them, a new fear sets in. Each one, as it’s rapidly removed from the head of my penis sends another painful jolt as blood rushes into the space the clothespin occupied a few seconds ago. This jolt repeats for each clothespin she has attached to me.

The record to date is just two of those nasty little buggers. I react with real fear when she brings out that Ziploc bag. When I’m restrained and helpless the fear doubles. Mrs. Lion is nothing if not tenacious. If she sets out to do something she does it. I know there will be no reprieve. I lie there on my back, begging her not to do this. Sometimes it works and she doesn’t. But this time, I know 3.0 has even less mercy than her previous incarnation. She really doesn’t care how much I complain. If her goal is to create a ring of dollhouse clothespins around the head of my penis, 3.0 will eventually do it. She knows that I can learn to take them. I’m not so sure. She reminds me that it’s not up to me and points to the restraints. What did I get myself into?

My erection stubbornly remains even though in my heart of hearts I would like my penis to disappear and become unavailable for the pain that is about to start. Of course it doesn’t. It stupidly stands up proud and tall. Mrs. Lion opens the bag of clothespins and takes one out. She smiles and shows it to me. Oh God! I don’t want this to happen. I plead with her and tell her how much I would like to avoid this horrible pain. She smiles and tells me I’ve taken it before and I’ll be fine when it’s over.

tiny clothespins on lion's cock headShe masturbates me a little, getting me even more excited. Then, the clothespin is placed on the head of my cock. It feels like a jolt of electricity as snaps shut. I let out a little gasp. I grit my teeth and close my eyes and try to manage this sharp, unwelcome pain. I open my eyes and Mrs. Lion is giving me a small smile. She masturbates me a little with that clothespin riding on the head of my cock.

She takes another out of her bag. These little monsters are a sweet, baby pink color. She grabs my cock to steady it, and the second clothespin goes on next to the first. I yelp. It’s twice as much pain. I don’t think I can take it. My penis starts to get soft. Mrs. Lion grabs it and rubs it like a magic lamp and it obeys and gets hard again. It’s doing this on its own. I’m fully occupied trying to deal with the pain of those two little monsters. As she plays with my cock, the two clothespins click against each other, mocking me as they have a nice ride.

It feels like an hour, but it’s more like a minute or two, and Mrs. Lion removes the first clothespin. Another yelp from me! It hurts more coming off than it did going on! Mrs. Lion looks at me and smiles, then removes the second. Another yelp from me. I can see the dents in the head of my cock that they left.

Then she starts jerking me off. The pain dissolves into pleasure as she pushes me towards orgasm. I completely forget about the pain I had just felt. I am straining, trying to get over that mountain. I’m almost there. She stops. I’m humping air. Another smile from Mrs. Lion. She starts again. I get ready to go and she stops.

She repeats this again and again. My arms and legs are straining against their bonds. Mrs. Lion is having fun. She does it again while gently massaging my balls. It feels so good. I really want to come. This time as I get closer and closer she keeps going. She’s going to let me come! I’m ready! She stops. I let out a big sigh, she says,

“Did you have fun?”

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Wheelbarrow spanking position

Lion has a badly bruised butt. I didn’t do it. Honest! He got it when he fell the other day.

I started to swat him last night. I didn’t see the bruise until he started yelping more than usual. Since I need to avoid that spot, I stopped everything. I think it’ll be a while before it’s safe to spank him again. Maybe I’ll have to come up with another idea to take the place of the punishment he’s due.

There was a comment on one of my recent posts suggesting the wheelbarrow position for spanking. Neither Lion nor I knew what that was. I Googled it and it looks like it would be uncomfortable for both of us. We are by no means in shape. And I’m not sure it would give me the correct angle to hit where I want to hit Lion. If I wanted to hit up near his back, it would be fine. I’m aiming for his sit spot. I’ll look at the pictures again when I’m home and not trying to hide my phone from others’ view. I may be missing something.

We had another misfire in the edging department last night. The weenie is willing…until it isn’t. We were at it for about a half hour before he fizzled out. These slumps happen from time to time and, while I don’t put any major importance on them, I know Lion is concerned. What if he never gets his mojo back? He will. A few days after he’s convinced himself he’s broken, everything is fine again. In the meantime, we keep trying.

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As usual, Mrs. Lion and I are thinking about the same sort of stuff. I’m feeling better. I still get spasms in my back when I move around too much, but they’re not as painful. I canceled physical therapy yesterday because I really am too uncomfortable for that. Mrs. Lion has been great taking care of me and has used some of the time she’s taken from work to get some needed rest. She mentioned in her post that I asked her to get going and wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or amused. This is also a subject I wanted to talk about.

It’s true that in our power exchange Mrs. Lion is the boss. However, over the years I’ve learned that she isn’t really much of a self-starter. By that I mean she will often put things off and needs reminding. Frankly, she forgets stuff. So do I. I have a method to protect me from missing too much. I use a calendar that will remind me of planned events and things I need to do. It doesn’t always work. When it doesn’t usually it gets me spanked for missing a reminder of a punishment day. Fortunately, my work schedule is much more tightly managed.

Anyway, Mrs. Lion’s forgetfulness is most apparent when it comes to punishments I’ve earned and sometimes, sex. She’s said that she doesn’t think it’s fair for me to have to remind her to punish me. Maybe so, but she forgets quite often. For example, I am owed a mouth soaping that she has said she forgets when it’s time to do it. The same is true of spankings. She often forgets to edge me and I have to remind her in my ever-so-subtle way.

She and I have talked about this several times. The remembering problem causes another issue to come up: Most of the time it’s very late, near bedtime, before any punishment or sexual activity takes place. This is a problem for me. Over the last few years, I’ve become more of a day person. I’m much less likely to be able to get sufficiently aroused when the hour gets too late. When it comes to punishments, this late-night remembering pretty well assures that punishments are going to be delivered quite far from when the offense occurred. We both agree that the closer to the offense a punishment is delivered, the more meaningful it is. I’m not asking her to stop what she’s doing and get after paddle when I say something that upsets her. Well, maybe I am. If were not in public, it would be a very good way to teach me a lesson. Even if the spanking is the first of several I earn, if the first one is delivered right around the event, it will provide a much more poignant message.

In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion speculated about spanking positions. Currently, I drape myself over the side of the bed so that my legs dangled down. I’m not sufficiently bent at the right spots to provide unobstructed access to my sit spot. If I were on my knees, everything would be presented nicely. I’m not sure how well that will work. Over-the-knee spankings allow the spanker to anchor her target by having him put one or both legs between hers. That, combined with the awkward position makes it very difficult for him to squirm away. When I am flat on the bed, lying on my stomach, it’s very stable and easy to keep me there. However, in that position, or the one I use now, my bottom is insufficiently stretched to give her easy access to the areas she’d like to apply her paddle to.

One possibility is for me to put several pillows under my stomach so that my bottom is more clearly presented. We could try that. If she wants, we can try with me on my knees. I suspect that I would be able to stay in position now that I have been better trained. If she punishes me for getting out of position I will quickly learn to stay still. Since I am owed several spankings (I hope Mrs. Lion remembers how many, I’m not sure I do), she has plenty of opportunities to experiment. [Mrs. Lion – There are two spankings left for annoying me and one for forgetting punishment day.]

More important to me is moving these activities earlier in our day. I generally take a shower before dinner. That leaves the bathroom available for Mrs. Lion after she gets home from work. Currently, we eat at around 7 PM while watching television. She gets to her shower at eight and is out before 8:30. In the past, she would immediately deliver any punishments I was owed and that way give me enough time to recover for any sex she wanted to do by nine. This worked very well. She got out of the habit during the time I was recovering from my surgery. We never seem to have gotten back to it. Maybe we can make this a regular part of our evening routine: If the punishment is due, deliver it immediately after, or perhaps before, her shower. Sexual activity could start not long after that, or on evenings when I am not due a punishment, at the same time she would have spanked me.

This would make it easier for both of us, I think. In any case, maybe Mrs. Lion and I can work together to use her calendar to help her remember the things she sometimes forgets. I will be happy to remind her as well.