Getting Back To Our Old Selves
Here we go again! Mrs. Lion is back to her old self. The stress level feels much lower and I’m spending Sunday (at least) in a diaper. Yes, I earned it. I forgot to remind her on Saturday that it was punishment day. Fortunately, this is not a spankable offense anymore. However, there is a penalty. As you can see in the image on the right, I am wearing Depends all day. Mrs. Lion has a particularly cruel twist to the game — that’s what makes it a punishment — she makes me keep wearing it until it’s sufficiently wet and I am ready to urinate again. Then, I can remove the wet diaper, put on a dry one, and relieve myself. That way I end up spending the entire time in a wet diaper. Fortunately, the only diapers she could find today are high-capacity overnight diapers. These leave me feeling drier than the daytime version I usually have to wear.
Wearing a dry pair actually feels pretty good. They’re soft and warm. Any other time, I am naked. It’s a little ironic that the two penalties I’ve endured (panties yesterday and diaper today), both leave me more covered than usual. This is more than made up for by the extra weight and general yuckiness of dealing with a pee-soaked diaper squishing under me when I sit down. I’m sure this is more than you wanted to know.
Along with the aforementioned penalties, there is a general lightness around here. We went to IKEA on Saturday and bought a piece of furniture for my office. It was a nice trip for both of us. Even though nothing has changed in our physical world, I feel much closer and lighter. I hate to admit it, but I need the sort of things Mrs. Lion is doing to me once again. I’m not sure if she will admit it, but I think she likes it too. She gets a little smile when she sees me wearing a diaper.
I asked her about more waxing. She’s considering it. She said that she’s not sure whether or not she wants me to be furrier. She’s trying to decide if she prefers hair on my chest and legs. My legs are pretty hairy. My vote is for no hair. However, I don’t get a vote. I like no chest, leg, or underarm hair. I’ve been hairless between my paws for decades. I can’t even imagine myself with a full set of pubic hair. In fact, when Mrs. Lion was unable to wax me, only a little patch grew back above my penis. However, my balls and perineum got quite hairy. Not having hair in my crack makes it much easier to stay clean. I guess it’s just a matter of preference. However, in this case, it’s entirely up to Mrs. Lion.
It feels good to be thinking about these relatively trivial things. I hate to admit it, but I like sitting in this diaper too. It’s not that I like diapers, I just like the interaction with my lioness. I hope there’s lots more to come.