I have been in a reflective mood. Maybe holidays bring it on, or perhaps it’s just time catching up to me. It’s pretty obvious that I’m not a typical male, or anything else. Yes, I’m heterosexual without any weird pronouns to affix to my name. I’m also comfortable with people who have other ideas about sex and sexuality. After all, who am I to throw stones? Truth is, I’m busy enough being me to have any spare time to concern myself with how I think others should be.

Fate has been good to me. The Universe has granted almost all my wishes, even the truly stupid ones. I have few regrets. Most of mine are about things I like not lasting long enough. For example, my triad with a lesbian couple. It lasted a little less than two years. At first, it was about sex. I had the first penis they ever experienced. Well, you know what made it hot for me. After a while, we all grew used to the sexual part. We settled into a comfortable routine. It ended when one of the women asked the other if she would honor an agreement they made before meeting me for the first time. They agreed that if one of them wanted to end the triad, the other would go along. It was a stupid thing to ask, but she did. The answer she got was, “No. I love him.” That set off a nuclear bomb that destroyed our triad. I had read that relationships like this usually fail due to jealousy. Mine did.

I can’t feel too badly about that ending. Look what I have now! Before Mrs. Lion, I was heavily into being a top/dominant. I had an excellent reputation in the BDSM (real life!) community. I had wondered about being a full-time master. There was something appealing about having a beautiful woman at my beck and call. The Universe heard me. A friend in the community called and said that there was a lifestyle, service slave who was in a bad situation and needed a master. Did I rub a magic lamp, or what?

I said that I was interested. I met her at a party. She was a former model and very sweet and pretty. I agreed to take her. Obviously, she agreed to be taken, but she hated thinking that way. She preferred the idea that I acquired her. We were together for almost ten years. There was more than pure BDSM to the relationship. There had to be. Unfortunately, we eventually broke up. I realized that I didn’t want a slave. I wanted a partner. She wanted to live in her fantasy. She left with my blessing.

At about the same time my slave left, I asked the Universe for a comfortable, loving relationship. I was willing to forgo BDSM for love and peace. The Universe answered. I found a personal ad from Mrs. Lion on a dating site. I was instantly drawn to her picture. It was a closeup of her smiling face. At the time, I wanted sex without complications. I wasn’t looking for someone to marry. But, I also craved the simple warmth of peaceful love.

Against all odds, we liked one another. There weren’t sparks and violin music when we met. We fucked and sucked and had orgasmic fun. The Universe came through! I was comfortable and satisfied being with her. At some point, we realized that we wanted to be together all the time. Mrs. Lion moved in. Shortly after that, we admitted that we were in love. I’m very sure that we were in love long before we admitted it.

I asked Mrs. Lion to marry me a year or two later. It wasn’t a driving need for either of us. I just realized that life would be simpler if she had the legal rights a wife gets in the event I got ill or died. I also wanted to make it harder for her to run away. That was over fifteen years ago. The Universe is very wise. It knew I needed BDSM. Somewhere along the way, I asked Mrs. Lion to do things to me. I decided I didn’t want to top. She was willing and did all sorts of nasty things to me because I asked.

Over seven years ago I suggested male chastity. She figured it was just one more thing I wanted to try and I would quickly get bored with it. To her surprise, I didn’t. In fact, we expanded activities to include domestic discipline and a female-led relationship — our version of one. It works for us. This time, it’s permanent.

All of these experiences, and many others, started as wishes on my part. One way or another, they got granted. I can’t explain it. All I can do is be grateful for the amazing adventures, especially the last one that brought the love of my life to me. Yup, the Universe has been good to me.

On Christmas Eve, I eyeballed the amount of rum I put in our eggnog. We could barely taste it. We aren’t heavy drinkers. As a matter of fact for a while alcohol made Lion itchy, so I didn’t want to go overboard. Last night, I measured a shot into each glass. Wow! What a difference. I won’t say it was responsible for Lion being awake in the middle of the night, or for his sleeping until 10:30 but it is suspicious.

We had a lazy Christmas night. After having a few spats in the kitchen during meal prep, we watched TV (Lion watched through closed eyelids) and took it easy. The spats were minor. Is it easier to peel sweet potatoes before or after they’re boiled? And I forgot that I shouldn’t use the electric knife to carved the turkey breast off the bone. Oh, and also that Lion was going to cut the turkey after it was off the bone, because apparently he’d wanted to cut it off the bone. The kitchen is really the only time we fight with each other. If I’m in the kitchen when he tries to cook, I’m in the way. If I’m off doing something else, I should be in the kitchen because he needs my help. Minor details.

Since we got our system back at work and there’s so much catch-up work to do, we were able to work one day this weekend. We’d get paid for the holiday and for any extra hours we worked. Score! I didn’t do it Thursday so I figured I’d do it today. Lion didn’t understand why I was working on Saturday. I thought it was a good opportunity to bring in some extra money. I put in about two hours. Lion didn’t seem very enthusiastic about it so I stopped. I may continue later. I know he wants a hair cut and to be waxed, but money seems to be a more pressing matter right now. [Lion comments — Of course she’s right. I understand.]

Speaking of waxing, I guess I’ll do it tomorrow. I can do his hair cut today or tomorrow. It doesn’t take very long. I don’t have to think about dinner for at least a day. We have plenty of leftovers.

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday, I got a most excellent Christmas Eve present from her: an orgasm. It was my first in December. I wasn’t sure I wanted any sex when she started to jerk me off. I had forgotten to set up the coffee pot. Mrs. Lion is mystified that I can forget something this simple. If I’m not in the kitchen during the day, I don’t see that it isn’t set up. This is a problem on weekends when our schedule is irregular. Anyway, she spanked me. I didn’t like that one bit and it didn’t put me in the mood for sex.

I wasn’t feeling particularly horny anyway. Clearly, that isn’t a requirement for sex. I’m easily convinced to become horny. Mrs. Lion had decided that this time would be a handjob. She hasn’t used her hand since June. It hurts her shoulder to jerk me off, so she substitutes oral sex. I’m not complaining. Oh no! Not me! Uh uh! I love blow jobs. Anyway, I suggested that she try the trusty Magic Wand. That’s always reliably gotten me off. She did and I had a great time. Then she switched to her hand. I could hardly feel it. The strong vibrations from the Magic Wand can numb my cock to less intense stimulation. So, I suggested she go back to the power tool. She did and she let me come.

I had a good time. It was a very nice Christmas Eve gift. We spent Christmas Day quietly. We made our traditional turkey breast with stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and gravy. The biggest treat is that we are together. In these times, being with my soulmate is the best gift of all. I hope your Christmas was happy too.

Lion didn’t write a post for this morning. He said he didn’t have anything to write about. Poor Lion. He leads such a boring life. It was clear that I had to do something so he’d have enough fodder to write a post for tomorrow.

If you recall, he’d forgotten to set up the coffee pot for the second time in not too many days. Obviously, my first round of swats didn’t have the desired effect. What to do? What to do? I know! More swats. When I cleared the dinner dishes, I brought his spanking pillow back with me. I don’t normally have a paddle in mind. This time I went to our over-the-door shoe holder that stores our paddles and picked out a long, thick one that has a spoon-shaped head although it’s flat. I can never remember which paddle delivers sting or thud, or even which paddle is worse. I think some of the smaller, thinner paddles are meaner than their larger, thicker counterparts. I may be wrong.

It hasn’t really been that long since I whomped him. I don’t think I started out particularly hard. And yet, Lion was whimpering not long after. He was wiggling around a lot too. When he does this, I’m afraid I’ll hit him in a bad spot. I waited, asked him if he was done moving around and continued. He kept telling me it was enough. I didn’t agree. In the past, I would have stopped when he said it was enough. For a while he’s been telling me I don’t hit him long enough or hard enough. If that’s true, then how could it have been enough last night? (Aha! Using his logic against him.) Eventually I got done with his red butt and went to take a shower. He’d have at least fifteen minutes to ponder his buns of fire.

Wednesday night Lion suggested maybe we needed some mechanical help to get him to the edge. Now the Magic Wand was all charged up and ready to go. I got him a little hard with my hand and then substituted in the vibrator. He responded but then it seemed like he stopped responding. I went back to my hand without any better luck. I asked if he wanted me to suck him. Surprisingly, he said he thought the vibrator had been better. No problemo.

My shoulder has been hurting off an on for a few days. When I move a certain way, it’s like someone is poking a bony finger right in the joint. Using the Magic Wand usually hurts my shoulders. I’m reaching over Lion and moving in a weird position. I was glad the joint itself didn’t hurt but the muscles started to. Luckily, Lion was finally moving in the right direction. I know once I stop, my muscles will stop hurting so I don’t have a problem being uncomfortable for a little while as long as I accomplish my goal.

As Lion got closer and closer to the edge, I debated between just edging him or making him wait until New Year’s Eve. Why wait? I let him charge all the way up and over the hill. Afterwards, I realized it was his only orgasm of December. So far, that is. If I take pity on him and give him another one on New Year’s Eve, he’ll have had two. I didn’t plan to do that. He wasn’t feeling well a few nights. I wasn’t feeling well a few nights. He wasn’t interested. I was dealing with a death in the family. He wasn’t super horny and frustrated the whole time, but it was still a 25-day wait.

Finally, when I got the dog her ice cream, I got us some eggnog laced with rum and nutmeg. We had lots of Christmas Eve treats.