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We went to the casino last night. We had tickets to see a comedian and Lion likes slot machines, so it was a win-win situation. The casino frequently sends us “rewards,” and this time, we got free money to spend at one of several dining venues. Lion got the sushi he loves, and I got not to eat the sushi I don’t love. Another win-win.

Before Lion lost much of his sight, we could each be at opposite ends of the casino, using text messages to meet up. Now we’re more tethered together, which is sometimes an issue because I don’t like most of the games he likes and if I’m losing, it makes it more difficult to find a winning machine where I can keep an eye on him. He has a tendency to cash out of a machine and get ready to move on whether I’m ready o or not. I don’t know where he thinks he’s going since he needs me to guide him, but he’s ready to go. He did actually walk to a nearby machine last night, but it was very close to the one I was sitting at.

[Lion — I wasn’t necessarily ready to go when I cashed out. I just didn’t want to waste any money on that particular game. I am happy to wait/watch Mrs. Lion win.]

The new paddle arrived the other day. I haven’t tried it yet. I guess I should tonight. He hasn’t been spanked in about a week. I’m sure he thinks he needs to be. In all fairness, he probably does. He’s been annoying me by being short with me. He keeps saying I’m being short with him, but I think I’m just starting to clap back on his being short with me. First, he interrupts, which is a no-no, and then he gets mad when I interrupt right back. I don’t know. Maybe we’re becoming an old, married couple who always snark at each other. The difference is that I can pick up a paddle, and I win by default. Of course, that’s not true, but I can make my feelings known. However, I’m still reluctant to use this power. Maybe snapping back at him is the first step.

Unpacking sort of ground to a halt. Much of my “free” time has been spent getting things set up for Lion. Of course, no matter how much I set up, there’s always more. He has a lot of equipment, and, of course, I didn’t pack things correctly, so the power supplies went in one direction, and the items went in another. Actually, I did pack things together, but they’ve been separated because I was looking for something else, and things got moved. What I should have done is taped the power supply to the item. That’s fine. Lion can handle packing his own stuff for the next move. (Snark)

Today, I’ve gotten back into unpacking. I’ve found a few things Lion has been missing, like equipment. He has a lot of stuff. I have a few goals for unpacking/cleaning up around here. Let’s see if I can accomplish them.

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I have noticed that writing posts in a blog is sometimes a sort of confessional. It’s anonymous and, therefore, safe to use to express our secrets. I wouldn’t be a sex blogger writing about all of my most intimate experiences if people I know could identify me. I don’t think it’s a matter of shame at the disgusting things I like–they aren’t disgusting at all. I feel that removing the cloak of secrecy crosses some sort of line that might shock them.

When I think about it, I realize that if someone finds my blog and reads it, they are expressing an interest in the sexual things I write about. They are unlikely to recoil in shock when they discover I get spanked. They may envy me instead.

Still, there is the matter of context. Years ago I ran for a position of leadership in a large BDSM organization. I was well-known to hundreds of members. We all understood the need for discretion. I was working as a management consultant and visited a client’s office. A member of the BDSM group worked there and recognized me. “Hi,” she said, “I voted for you.”

I was taken aback. I managed to thank her and get away as fast as I could. Later, when I thought about it, I realized my reaction was unnecessary. She didn’t out me. She simply acknowledged that we had some connection outside of work. It was the wrong place. It wasn’t, of course. It was my fear that revealing the BDSM side of my life would impact my professional standing.

I wasn’t doing anything illegal or immoral. I realized that wasn’t the point. In our society we hide our sexual behavior. It’s not polite to discuss what you do in bed. If the clothes come off, you don’t talk about what happens with casual friends or people in the office. At least, that’s true here in the US. Sure, everyone knows I have sex with my wife. They don’t know what we do.

In a way, that’s too bad. As those of us who have the ability to discuss intimate things here on the Net, have learned, sharing and learning from each other enriches our lives. I realize that most of our readers probably don’t practice male chastity or domestic discipline, but they are interested in it nonetheless. Mrs. Lion and I share thoughts here and profit from the feedback we give one another about our posts. It turns out that blogs have opend the door to many unusual sexual practices. I’ve learned a lot from fellow bloggers.

I’m not advocating revealing our identities. We are safer being anonymous. I am suggesting that blogs like ours are useful resources for people who may think they are alone with what they like. Isn’t that wonderful?

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As promised, I gave Lion a handjob yesterday. I forgot it was supposed to be a hand job until he reminded me. It was his first in a very long time. They used to be the go-to method for his orgasms. Then they weren’t. Between my sore shoulders and his, what we now know as, need for a helper drug, hand jobs just stopped working.

Ironically, even with the Edex, my shoulders tend to hurt more during oral sex than they did yesterday jerking him off. Go figure. I’m sure it was such a novelty yesterday, my shoulders forgot they were supposed to hurt. I guess from now on he can either be sucked or jerked.

On Saturday night, I whomped him good. The pain didn’t last very long afterwards, but he was definitely not pleased with me. That’s okay. He shouldn’t be. He should be concentrating on what he did wrong and how to make sure it doesn’t happen again. But mostly, he was focusing on how much each swat hurt.

Once his glow faded from his orgasm, he went to take a shower. On his way back, he forgot his pills. I know he’s forgotten them before and had to go back to the bathroom to retrieve them. He did not catch his mistake until it was too late last night. Poor Lion. Was another whomping in his future?

I took pity on the forgetful boy. All of his blood was still near his weenie and hadn’t quite made it back up to his brain. I really can’t punish him for that. I’m surprised he could even manage to find the bathroom, let alone take a shower. How could I expect him to follow a rule? Luckily, his brain seems to have recovered. Any forgetful thing he does now is his own fault.

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Yes, that’s really us.

When we had dinner on Saturday night and I still been unspanked, I figured I had another day’s reprieve. Nope, I didn’t. A little while after we ate she got the spanking bench ready and handed me my waist restraint. I groaned. I wasn’t in the mood for a spanking. OK, you’re right, I’m never in the mood to get spanked. Of course it didn’t matter. Mrs. Lion strapped me down and went to work.

Some spankings feel worse than others. This one was particularly painful. I’m not sure why since Mrs. Lion was using her usual leather paddle, but it was. I was miserable almost from the very start. She ended it a little before the ten minutes were up. I’m glad. I had enough. There was very little damage to my butt. It was a bit leathery in two spots (one spot on each cheek), but that’s all. I probably won’t be so lucky next time.

Mrs. Lion said that she was going to jerk me off today (Sunday). That may not seem like a big event to you, but it is for me. Over ten years ago, Mrs. Lion forbade masturbation. I haven’t jerked off since. I am totally dependent on her for sexual release.

It’s been a very long time since she’s gotten me off by hand. My last handjob was in January of 2023. Every orgasm since then has been oral. I love oral sex, both getting and giving. I haven’t given Mrs. Lion an orgasm in over two years. She’s lost interest.

Over most of the last decade, my orgasms have been produced with her hand. In between orgasms, she used her hand to edge me on a nearly daily basis. At one point, I stopped responding and couldn’t orgasm, no matter how hard she worked with her hand. That’s when she switched to using her mouth for both orgasms and teasing.

Mrs. Lion likes to suck my cock. She really likes the taste of semen. Yuck! I don’t. How do I know? she occasionally feeds my semen to me. She makes me lick it off her fingers. The longer I try to stall, the worse the taste gets as it ages. I try to remember that and promptly consume it when offered. Lately, I’ve produced little-to-no semen. If I make some today, I wonder in whose mouth it will end up.