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Lion wanted to go to the casino on Saturday. I went outside to do some yard work and, when I came back in, I wasn’t feeling very well. It wasn’t particularly hot, but I felt almost like I did when I tried to do yard work when I had COVID. I rested for a while. Then I decided, if we were going to the casino, I needed to get the grime of yard work off of me. Besides, I reasoned, a shower might help me feel better. It got the grubbiness off but it didn’t really make me feel better. We decided to put it off until Sunday.

I’m very burned out by casinos. For a few trips, I thought the slot machines would give me a migraine. Yesterday, I figured out it’s the glare on the screen and the over abundance of noise that bothers me. The flashing lights don’t help either. Unfortunately, Lion loves the lights and the noise. Especially the noise. He turns the volume up as high as it can go. Maybe he’s trying to drown out the other beeps and boops of the other machines. [Lion — Modern slot machines are programed with highly interactive effects. If I’m going to lose money, I want to enjoy the show.[

Anyway, pertinent to this blog, I decided either Friday night or Saturday morning that Lion would be wearing a diaper to the casino. It wasn’t vindictive. I wasn’t trying to make him suffer for dragging me to the casino. He wants me to take more control and, as he put it, keep him off balance. As he sat there pushing the buttons, he was reminded that he had a diaper on. There wasn’t anything he could do about it. He was sitting in a diaper.

Now, the bonus for me was that he didn’t need a restroom trip. It’s very difficult for him to navigate, and I know how lost he is when he has to go into a huge bathroom by himself. Will he drop his cane? Will he fall? Will anyone help him? I worry about him. There’s a family bathroom, but it always seems to be closed. The diaper served two purposes.

On the way home, he asked what time it was. It was 9:30, which meant we’d be home around 10:30. He said he guessed it was too late for a Cialis. He wanted to be out for hours and have sex? Now that he’s rediscovered boner pills, he thinks he’s Superman.

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Diaper or panties? Which should I make Lion wear?

A while ago, I needed to be in the office for part of the day. I was going to make Lion wear a pair of frilly panties. I forgot. When I told him about it, he said I could do that any day. While that is true, the purpose of wearing the panties was for him to be reminded of me even if I was twenty miles away at work. I’ve had three opportunities in the past few weeks to make him wear the panties and I’ve forgotten every time. I guess I will have to make him wear them when I’m home.

I could also have him wear a diaper from time to time. He hates that, especially when I make the rule that he can change when he’s saturated, but he has to pee in the fresh diaper as soon as he puts it on. In other words, he may have peed three times in a diaper before he’s allowed to change it and as soon as he puts a clean one on, he has to pee immediately. This ensures he’s never in a dry diaper and, therefore, he’s always uncomfortable.

I’ve never asked him if he prefers wearing panties or a diaper. He’ll wonder what difference his preference is. I’ll make him to whatever I want anyway. It matters because I’m asking him. I know he hates both. I want to know which he hates more. What will I do with that information? Maybe nothing. Maybe I’ll decide I only want to make him slightly uncomfortable on a given day. Another day, I might decide I want him more uncomfortable. It’s quite possible he hates both equally but for different reasons. Maybe the frilly panties are too girly for him and the diapers are too yucky.

Whatever his reasons, I see frilly panties and diapers in Lion’s future. I’m psychic like that.

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The rain came back the other day. We had a good run of sunshine and that may have contributed to people continuing to gather in spite of warnings to keep their distance. Maybe the rain came back to chase people indoors, although in the Pacific Northwest you get used to doing everything in the rain.

The other wetness is in Lion’s diaper. While I was in the shower last night, I decided to make him wear a diaper today. Then I decided to give him a choice. I didn’t really think it was much of a choice. He could either wear a diaper or I could put those evil, little clothespins on the head of his penis. To my surprise, he asked how many clothespins. Was he seriously considering them? Since I really wanted him to choose diapers, I told him three clothespins. I figured he’d never go for that. He still thought for a few minutes before deciding on diapers. He hates both but I thought diapers would be the easy decision.

I’m guessing he was trying to decide if he could handle a short time with the nasty clothespins versus a long time in an uncomfortable diaper. I wonder what he would have done if I had said two clothespins. We’ve never done more than two. I think he might have gone with the clothespins. The other thing I was going to offer instead of the clothespins was Icy Hot on his balls. Again, I wanted him to choose diapers, so I was looking for a horrible alternative. I decided against Icy Hot because I didn’t want to wind up with a face full of Icy Hot smell if I gave him oral sex. As it was, Lion was too cold to come out from under the blankets to play. We just snuggled a bit and held hands.

I think Lion is disappointed we didn’t do anything last night. More importantly, we didn’t do anything in the afternoon. I guess I assume when I see Lion move from his office to the bedroom and snuggle in under the blankets to watch TV that he’s cold and tired and looking for alone time. [Lion — Nope. Just tired of sitting at my desk.] Even if he is, I’ll have to check in with him to see if playtime is available. Maybe he does want to get warm and vegetate for a bit. Maybe he can tell me to check back in an hour. Maybe he’ll want to snuggle under the blankets and see what happens. Maybe he’ll rip off the blankets and ask what took me so long. Any of these is the correct answer!

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lion in hisdiaper
My funishment for forgetting punishment day is (at least) Sunday in diapers.

Here we go again! Mrs. Lion is back to her old self. The stress level feels much lower and I’m spending Sunday (at least) in a diaper. Yes, I earned it. I forgot to remind her on Saturday that it was punishment day. Fortunately, this is not a spankable offense anymore. However, there is a penalty. As you can see in the image on the right, I am wearing Depends all day. Mrs. Lion has a particularly cruel twist to the game — that’s what makes it a punishment — she makes me keep wearing it until it’s sufficiently wet and I am ready to urinate again. Then, I can remove the wet diaper, put on a dry one, and relieve myself. That way I end up spending the entire time in a wet diaper. Fortunately, the only diapers she could find today are high-capacity overnight diapers. These leave me feeling drier than the daytime version I usually have to wear.

Wearing a dry pair actually feels pretty good. They’re soft and warm. Any other time, I am naked. It’s a little ironic that the two penalties I’ve endured (panties yesterday and diaper today), both leave me more covered than usual. This is more than made up for by the extra weight and general yuckiness of dealing with a pee-soaked diaper squishing under me when I sit down. I’m sure this is more than you wanted to know.

Along with the aforementioned penalties, there is a general lightness around here. We went to IKEA on Saturday and bought a piece of furniture for my office. It was a nice trip for both of us. Even though nothing has changed in our physical world, I feel much closer and lighter. I hate to admit it, but I need the sort of things Mrs. Lion is doing to me once again. I’m not sure if she will admit it, but I think she likes it too. She gets a little smile when she sees me wearing a diaper.

Lion's hairless versus hairy legs
What do you think? Mrs. Lion is trying to decide if she prefers my legs (chest too), hairy or hairless.

I asked her about  more waxing. She’s considering it. She said that she’s not sure whether or not she wants me to be furrier. She’s trying to decide if she prefers hair on my chest and legs. My legs are pretty hairy. My vote is for no hair. However, I don’t get a vote. I like no chest, leg, or underarm hair. I’ve been hairless between my paws for decades. I can’t even imagine myself with a full set of pubic hair. In fact, when Mrs. Lion was unable to wax me, only a little patch grew back above my penis. However, my balls and perineum got quite hairy. Not having hair in my crack makes it much easier to stay clean. I guess it’s just a matter of preference. However, in this case, it’s entirely up to Mrs. Lion.

It feels good to be thinking about these relatively trivial things. I hate to admit it, but I like sitting in this diaper too. It’s not that I like diapers, I just like the interaction with my lioness. I hope there’s lots more to come.