Mrs Lion Comments (Page 2)

It should come as no surprise that I didn’t spank Lion last night. I was on my feet a lot yesterday unpacking and standing around waiting for an Alexa to connect to the network. I think standing in one place is worse for me than moving around. I don’t know why. At any rate, my back and hips were tight and annoyed. My right shoulder is still annoyed, but I can make do with my left arm for spanking.

The question now is, do I spank him tonight or do we break out the Edex for some fun? I won’t ask Lion. I know what his answer will be. And I’m interested in whether he can have another orgasm via a hand job. Not that I want to switch completely to hand jobs again. I’m just curious if it’s an option. It worked out well last time. If I can find some rope, I can play “follow the bouncing balls”. I’m showing my age. You see, way back in the olden days, there were these things called records…. When I tie his balls, I can make them bounce up and down when I play with him. I like that. I’m unsure if he does, but that’s hardly the point. It amuses me, and that’s what matters. He’s got his balls tied, and I’m jerking him off. He’ll be just fine.

I think it was yesterday he asked if I could wax him soon. The short answer is yes. The shorter answer is no. However, I channeled my mother and said, “I suppose.” That always meant she didn’t really want to say yes but couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. You were supposed to infer her displeasure from the accompanying sigh. I did my best “Mom” imitation. I’m sure Lion only heard yes. He didn’t have the long history of the sighing “I suppose” that I did.

I know where the wax and the melters are. I don’t remember where the cart is. It took me twenty minutes this afternoon to find something I’d had in my hand a few minutes earlier. I don’t know how long it will take me to find the cart. I’ll look when I’m done here.

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.

I have been trying to bank extra hours at work to make up for leaving early Friday to take Lion to a doctor’s appointment. When I get off work, there’s usually something that needs to be done, not including unpacking, and when I finally sit down, it’s time to get back up to make dinner. My coffee break is used for doing chores; today was starting the laundry. My lunch break is also used for chores. We get food deliveries and packages from Amazon on an almost daily basis that I have to bring in and open/put away. Is it any wonder I’m less interested in spanking Lion?

Yes, there will always be something that needs to be done. Always. My breaks and lunches have been spent on chores for months, long before we had to move. The chores have just multiplied with the move. First, it was packing. Now it’s unpacking. I have several boxes sitting around partially unpacked because something was needed. Lion’s mantra of “unpack it and put it right away” works if I know where that “away” is. Sometimes, it’s buried under other boxes. Sometimes, there never was an “away,” and that’s why the house was always a mess.

I’m not on the verge of punching a tree, but I’m heading in that direction. Lion has suggested that I used some of that frustration to spank him. Oh, he doesn’t really want that. I might hurt him for real. Do I have anger management issues? I think I just have a low threshold for frustration. Or maybe it’s actually high, and I have a lot of frustration. In either case, I won’t be whomping Lion in the heat of it.

That said, I do owe him some swats. He forgot to get his pills the other night. And, of course, tomorrow is punishment day. He’s been doing better getting his pills, and he also put on his necklace that he stopped wearing when his allergies were bothering him. Two wins for the Lion. Two wins for me, too, since I don’t have to swat him when he behaves.

I also have to work on the length between orgasms. It was unintentionally long last time. Between unpacking and one of us not feeling well, we could not get anything going. We did try once, a few days before his last orgasm. It was an experiment to see if he needed the Edex anymore. Spoiler alert: he does. But it was fun trying anyway.

I have been packing and sorting for weeks now. Despite taking things for donation and our garbage can being overflowing, I see little progress. Finally, I told Lion I need a garbage hauler. Last time we moved, we got rid of a lot of junk. Some of it was able to be donated so that was nice. This time, I put some stuff by the road, which usually gets picked up quickly, but the old lawnmower is still hanging around. I was sure it would be the first thing to go. Anyway, I need the junk hauler/donation people to take it and a few other items too big to fit in the car.

I’m also contemplating just boxing up the rest of the crap and taking it with us. I know it’s not ideal, but I feel like sorting is slowing me down. Obvious junk can be tossed, but whether we want this toaster or that mug feels pointless right now. The pantry is still a disaster area. I’m starting to lose track of which is the donation pile and which is the moving pile. I’m frazzled.

Lion is not able to help with packing and moving, so he has been planning the set up of the TV and our internet. He gets annoyed when I don’t know the difference between the router and the modem. To be fair, I count five or six boxes on the shelf above my desk. Do we need all of them? What are they all? It just seems needlessly complicated to me. His solution is to make labels for each box. At least I’ll know which one to unplug if he needs it rebooted.

Then there’s the hookups for the generator and the car. He’s bought this wire and that connector and did I take it to the new house yet? I don’t know. I’ve tried putting stuff in one spot to be sure it gets there, but I’m losing track of what wire is what and what connector is what. Don’t I know what a thingamabob widget is? Nope. And I don’t want to know. I’ve got boxes to pack. And unpack in a few days.

The other day, he asked about using some Edex. You bet! I have no idea how long it was since his last orgasm. I know he does. Yes, I know. It’s on the website. [Lion — No, not on the website anymore. No point.] Anyway, he did the shot, and he got his orgasm. I didn’t mention that he was furry. I know he knows this, too. The waxing supplies are packed away. I don’t have time to wax him anyway. It will have to wait until after we’ve moved and somewhat unpacked.

Tonight, I’ll make another donation run before trying to get some more packing done. I have to get it done.