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Decisions, decisions! Sunday night, Mrs. Lion had to make a tough choice. I earned a spanking and was overdue. She knew that I was horny. As she wrote (“Inconsistency Is My Middle Name“), I wasn’t going to get a choice because she knew that if faced with either a spanking or a handjob, I would go for the sex. Well, duh!

She also went for the sex. Somehow, after burrowing through the still-packed cartons of our belongings, she found some soft CBT rope. She used it to tie and separate my balls. Then she went to work. Her hand was magic, and it wasn’t long before I had a large, nearly-dry orgasm. My semen production hasn’t been great in recent months. It felt very good anyway.

I’ve been keeping records of my orgasms since 2016. The first year I just noted the date. In 2017, I began recording how Mrs. Lion produced them. In case you haven’t heard, I haven’t masturbated since 2013. My lioness produces all of my orgasms. Since I had the record, I decided to find out exactly how often my orgasms were produced by hand and how often orally. I only had vaginal sex once in all that time, so it doesn’t show up in the graph (right) at all. I was surprised to see that over half were oral. My impression was very different.

I was sure that almost all of my releases were produced with her hand. I was both right and wrong. Until very recently, Mrs. Lion would edge me almost every day. At least ninety percent of the teasing was done with Mrs. Lion’s hand. If you factor in the teasing, her hand was nearly all of my sexual pleasure. When she decided to let me come, she used her mouth over half of the time.

That’s not entirely accurate. On a year-over-year basis, she used her hand al lot of the time in the early years. Her mouth came into play as I lost the ability to get off from her handjobs easily. She had to switch entirely to oral in the last couple of years. That changed the ratio of hand-vs-mouth. My last two orgasms were produced with her hand. I guess my ability to come that way has returned.

Now that she can use her hand again, Mrs. Lion has an easier time getting me off. I wonder if she will try edging me again. Since we started using Edex to get me hard, she’s all business once my erection arrives. It isn’t really necessary. My boner lasts at least an hour, so there is time for teasing and CBT. We’ve accumulated a surplus of Edex since we only use it when Mrs. Lion wants to get me off. Maybe it’s time to start teasing again.

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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.

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I didn’t spank Lion last night. We got home from his appointment around 6 and then I had to make dinner while he showered. That brings us to today. We’ve been waiting for a Century Link tech to set up a DSL line for us. When the internet went out a week or so ago, Lion decided we needed yet another level of Armageddon protection. We’re now an hour past our appointment time, but we’ve been assured he’s working on it at the central office.

Lion wants to go get the manual for his new ham radio bound at a FedEx store. We were hoping this DSL thing didn’t take all day. It looks like it might. In the meantime, rather than getting in the middle of unpacking and being interrupted, I’ve been trying to figure out if I want to order something from IKEA and have it shipped. The alternative is driving an hour or so to the store to pick it up. Yeah, shipping sounds much better.

Lion also told me he’s in the mood for love. The Lion weather is hot and steamy. So he needs both a spanking and a wanking. And a haircut. And a waxing. It takes a lot of work to maintain a Lion. And there’s no user manual either. You think it’s bad with kids? Lion is set in his ways, and he wants what he wants when he wants it. And how he wants it. Any deviation and I’ve upset the whole apple cart. Of course, he knows better than to demand sex, and I doubt he’d ever demand a spanking. He wants it, but not really, but he does, but want is too strong a word.

We’ll see how long it takes for the phone guy to finish and then decide if we’re throwing in the towel on going to FedEx. They’re open tomorrow, too, so we might wait till then. No matter what, I guess I can set aside ten minutes to whomp a cute Lion tushy.

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Sorry for the delay in posting. We are both pretty busy getting our house in shape—Mrs. Lion is; I’m just lazy. Anyway, after 26 days Mrs. Lion gave me a great orgasm. I don’t think she intended to make me wait that long. We were both tired and the stars didn’t align for a blow job until Friday after dinner.

Mrs. Lion reported that there was no semen this time. That disappoints her. I can think of a few women in my past who would have celebrated dry lion orgasms. I’m happy that my lioness enjoys the taste of semen. I certainly don’t.

She found more of her extensive paddle collection. The last time I was spanked, she used one or two of the newly unearthed paddles on me. Her collection of leather tools is fairly limited, so I decided to add to her arsenal. After extensive research, I found 6 Whips. It’s a small, one-man shop. He custom-makes each item when ordered. I’m not going to give away what I bought. I want to surprise Mrs. Lion.

The reason I decided to add to her collection is fairly selfish. Leather paddles tend to do less damage to my bottom than wooden ones. The problem, from her perspective, is that they also don’t hurt me the next day. I suspect she can’t get the lasting result that is most effective for me because the leather we have doesn’t have the stiffness to create a deeper hit. I think her surprise will give her a paddle that is closer to wood, but still leather. ‘Nuff said.

Even though she has been working hard to unpack, we are still inundated with boxes everywhere. The living room and garage are impassible. There’s a bit of a time limit on unpacking. The management company that handles our house will do a semi-annual inspection in August. We should be unpacked by then.

Meanwhile, we are both trying hard to get back to our normal routines. It’s a challenge.