Maybe I should only post when I am horny or in trouble. After all, I am a sex blogger who also practices domestic discipline. What do I have to say when I don’t want sex and I’m not getting spanked? Would the blog be more popular if I reduced my output this way?
That’s a serious question. My life isn’t all that interesting right now. A couple of years ago I learned I had cervical spinal stenosis. Disks in my neck were constricting my spine. One small “whiplash” incident could make me a quadriplegic. I was rushed into surgery to fix it.
beware of Jean-Christophe A. Leveque, MD
The surgeon refused to tell us about the recovery from this operation. Because opening up the spinal canal would allow a sudden flow of spinal fluid, my spinal cord would be shocked, much the way it feels when a clothespin is removed from a sensitive spot. It hurts more coming off than it does going on.
This sudden flow created problems for me. My balance was impaired. Right after the surgery, I could hardly move. I couldn’t even pee. I needed a catheter. I could only stand with help. It took a long time for me to learn to get around with a walker. Mrs. Lion and I had no idea this would happen.
The surgeon is a lying bastard. Despite direct questions from both of us, he covered up the seriousness of the surgery. He works at Virginia Mason Hospital in Seattle. His last name is Leveque (Go ahead and try to sue me, you fuck!) If you are referred to him, run like a thief.
Now, two years later, I’m still impaired. Walking can be difficult for me. My balance is better, but not perfect. Literally, at the same time, I developed Glaucoma. Before it was under control I lost most of my peripheral vision. I haven’t tried driving since this happened.
None of this is intended to garner your sympathy. I have no need for that. It’s just to let you know that my ability to experience the world has constricted substantially. Fortunately, most of me works quite well.
Mrs. Lion and I have adapted and our male chastity and domestic discipline have continued unabated. We share our adventures with you. Every single sexual experience since February 2014 has been faithfully reported here. A sex researcher could have a field day with our blog.
Four sexless days
Yesterday is the fourth day since my last orgasm. Even though Mrs. Lion asks me if I am “interested in anything” every day, I have politely demurred. This isn’t deprivation, just lack of interest. I’ve been following my rules and doing my chores, so no spankings either.
Even if I made a slip, I’m not sure Mrs. Lion would punish me. My mood is too dark. I rarely remember my dreams. In the last few days, I’ve had a couple that I haven’t forgotten. Both had me doing “normal” things.
In one, I was driving through the countryside on a two-lane road. My vision was perfect and I loved driving. In my dream, I was surprised that I wasn’t on a road-racing track. I loved my times on the track. The other had me walking with Mrs. Lion through the geyser fields at Yellowstone National Park. We had done that about a decade ago.
Both dreams were rated “G”. I think they underline the contrast between my life just a couple of years ago and now. No wonder I’m sad. I decided to share this because it might give you some perspective on why, after nearly 5,000 posts, I’m having second thoughts. I know my interest in sex will return. My vision won’t.
Once I’m horny again, I will probably try to push aside the sadness in favor of our tried-and-true fun. It gets harder to push aside. Maybe I shouldn’t write until I succeed.
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Yes, dear Lion, doctors’ mistakes cost us too much. And the worst thing is that it is often impossible to fix anything. But still, be persistent and don’t give up. I hope that Mrs. Lion, too, gives you support in life.
She is incredible. She takes wonderful care of me and does the things I no longer can do.
It is terribly distressing that you have health problems. But how nice that you support each other and do not lose heart. It’s good that you are.
I check in with your blog regardless of whether there’s a lot of action happening in your sex life. Because posts have been so regular, I think it’s impossible to avoid the intrusions of real life.
I imagine the time will come when you both feel you no longer want to share, I’m just not sure the middle of a depression is the time to choose 🙂
I agree that the real magic and achievement of your blog is not any of the individual posts, but the extraordinary record that the whole enterprise has provided. It’s a brilliant piece of social history.