Mrs. Lion is concerned that I need power tools to get hard. She has some justification. Monday night the Magic Wand in her capable hands got me hard and to the edge over and over again. It felt amazingly good. It’s true that hand fondling has been less than successful most of the time. I wonder if I have lost sensitivity and need stronger stimulus. I hope that’s not the case. It could be the beginning of my sexual end. Another, less drastic possibility, is that my shoulder pain and my cold have deadened my ability to feel pleasure.

She theorizes that too much vanilla might have something to do with my lower libido. Maybe. We’ll see. Will discipline and some judiciously applied clothespins wake me up? It’s possible.

There’s another possibility too. We don’t talk much, well almost never about sexual fun we will be doing that night. We used to exchange emails that foretold later activity. This diminished on Mrs. Lion’s end because by the time she got home she was too tired to execute what was planned. This led to disappointment on my part. It’s completely reasonable for her to run out of steam before getting to me. It’s also reasonable for me to be sorry we weren’t going to follow through.

The net result was that Mrs. Lion avoided over promising. She did this by restricting any forecasts to the bare minimum. Over time, she didn’t promise anything. In one sense that meant I would be surprised if anything happened. In another, I had nothing to anticipate. Then, when Mrs. Lion pulled out her CBT toys, I was rarely interested. The buildup was missing.

This leaves Mrs. Lion between a rock and a hard place. Either she holds back promises so that she doesn’t disappoint me which leaves me less interested. Or she turns me on with discussion of my fate only to be too tired to follow through. She can see my anticipation and disappointment when nothing happens. She can try to power through and satisfy me. That leaves her exhausted and me feeling guilty since I know she is really tired.

I’m a big boy and I don’t pout when nothing happens at home. Most of the time I just let Mrs. Lion know that I understand and we go back to watching TV. We know one another very well. We can see through each other. So, we end up with a lose-lose situation.

Our compromise was to establish nightly snuggle and fondling. Often this would result in some edging. I love to snuggle with Mrs. Lion. It doesn’t take much energy for her to play with my cock and balls while we snuggle. I’m happy with the attention even if it doesn’t go further. At least that’s how it worked.

Apparently, it isn’t working so well now; at least for the first week or so of my wait. After about a week, I respond to the touch and get hard. Mrs. Lion then edges me or gives me an orgasm.

I feel badly when I don’t respond to the fondling. It isn’t sexual frustration. It’s worry that I’m losing it. The main reason I asked for the Magic Wand on Monday night was to see if, indeed, I now need a week after an orgasm to get aroused again. That is a depressing thought. It turns out that I can get hard and want desperately to come. That was a big relief.

Now we will see if there is a way to spice things up without wearing Mrs. Lion out.

I just decided I have created a monster. Frankenstein’s monster. Lion needs electrical stimulation to have fun now. He responded almost immediately to the Magic Wand. He says he might be getting tired of my hand. Humph!

I get it. He’s not a vanilla sex kind of guy. He needs clothespins or rope or paddles. If I’m “just” using my hand maybe I need to blindfold him. What if it’s “just” my mouth? Should I tie his left index finger to his right ear? I’m kidding. I know he doesn’t need that. But he does need a few chocolate chips thrown into his vanilla ice cream.

Since he had PT yesterday and his shoulder was sore, I gave him a reprieve last night and moved his punishment to tonight. Does that count as chocolate chips? No. Punishment is punishment. Chocolate chips are play.

In the past he’s thought that maybe we shouldn’t play on a night that he receives punishment. I’m not sure that should be the case. There does need to be a span of time between them. For example, I could punish him as soon as we’re both home. He’d sit on his sore buns through dinner and by the time I’m done with my shower he should be ready for play. Or if we’re both home early, we could play early and his punishment could be later.

He doesn’t get punishment every night. Technically we could postpone play one night for punishment. Or vice versa. Like last night. I didn’t want to make him roll over onto his tummy if his shoulder hurt. But that didn’t stop me from firing up the Magic Wand to play with him.

Tonight he’ll get his butt whomped and maybe no play. I doubt it. If he’s horny we’ll play too. I just want to make sure he can separate the two in his mind. Obviously I’d never do a play spanking and punishment spanking on the same night.

(Monday evening) Here I am three days from my last orgasm and I’m still not interested in another. This seems to be a trend. Two orgasms ago, I wasn’t really interested for over a week. Last time, the was the same. Around a week into a wait I start getting really horny. For the first three years, if I didn’t get to come by the tenth day, my interest in orgasm fell off sharply. Now the opposite seems to be true.

Maybe my sample isn’t large enough. For all I know, I’ll be dying to come tonight. Mrs. Lion takes the view that any wait time during which I’m not interested in sex doesn’t count. She says her clock starts when I’m horny. I’m not sure she is serious about that. This past weekend I got release only two days after I was clearly interested.

I don’t think I have undergone any physiological change. It may be circumstance. I’ve been tired and physical therapy has been leaving me sore for a day or more after I get it. Since I am getting therapy three times a week, there aren’t many days I don’t hurt. Pain is exhausting. Now that the chronic pain is gone, situational pain caused by the stress of therapy seems much worse.

Whatever the reason, I don’t like this trend at all. It is much more fun when I am hard and hungry each time Mrs. Lion fondles me. I’ll ask her to bring out the big artillery tonight: the Magic Wand. Maybe I just need an electric starter right now.

Poor Lion. He wrote a post about punishment and of not being punished in a while and now he’s going to be punished. I keep telling him he needs to watch what he says.

I’ve been looking the other way for quite a while when he interrupts me. He hasn’t been feeling well. Me either. But now he’s back to feeling a little better. Let the games begin.

Last night he wasn’t very frisky. I was trying for a while to no avail. I said I was going to use some clothespins but it didn’t seem worth it if he wasn’t in the mood. I doubt the clothespins would have made him suddenly friskier.

While looking at his post and the picture in it, he said he’s sure we can make OTK spanking work. “All I have to do” is take a bigger swing. I hate that phrase. Is that all? Actually all I have to do is have his weight on me while trying not to be pushed backwards while trying to take any sort of swing that will connect with his butt in sort of the right spot.

I don’t like OTK. We’re both overweight and that doesn’t make us fit together very well. Most of the pictures we see are of thin people. They can make it work. “All we have to do” is lose a lot of weight before OTK will work consistently for us. But I’ll be game and we can try it again tonight.