red underpants
These are the red underpants I selected. Mrs. Lion now requires that all my underwear is red. Style is up to me

I’m feeling much better. Last night I decided to remove the stent going from my kidney to my bladder. The surgeon left a string dangling from the end of my penis for just this purpose. I was very nervous. Both of us were concerned. I slowly pulled the string. I could feel resistance inside me. After over two feet of the blue surgical thread, the white rubber stent appeared. It was about twenty inches long. It didn’t hurt much going out. As soon as it was completely clear of my penis, I felt much better. That stent was responsible for the pain I have been feeling.  I’m sure it will be days before all is completely well, but at least I don’t need powerful drugs for the pain.

All weekend I was going though underpants like crazy. One of my meds turned my urine orange. I wore underpants to avoid staining the sheets with any drips. I didn’t want to stain my day-to-day underpants. I have a collection of underpants I bought to try out different brands and styles. They all got called into service over the weekend. With my recent weight loss and overall unhappiness with the underwear I have, I decided to go for a more classic brief. I asked Mrs. Lion if she has a preference for what I wear.

She said, “Red.”

“Red?”

“Yes, I like red.”

“You want all my my underpants to be red?”

She sighed. “Yes, Red.”

Without another word I found the style I want on the “Obviously” web site and ordered nine pairs in red. This is the first time Mrs Lion has shown any preference for what I wear or don’t wear. It will take two or three weeks for the underpants to get here from China where they are made. She said there’s no rush.

This is a big deal to me because it’s another way she’s exercising control. It may seem a bit “fetishy” to some. Perhaps it is. I see it as something she has changed in my every day life just because she says so. She knows that red is my favorite color and that I tend to wear muted colors. Not many people will see my brightly colored butt.

I like this because it is consistent. The only undies in my drawer will be an approved (by Mrs. Lion) shade of red. It’s similar to other wives replacing all their husband’s underpants with women’s panties. It is a constant reminder of her power. Mrs. Lion knows that I really like “no exception” rules. I like this new one.

 

 

 

Poor Lion is still in a lot of pain. Although he’d like to avoid taking the pain pills, he has to take them. When he pees, he screams. Well, he roars. This morning when he peed, it was more of a growl than a roar. I took that to mean he was in less pain. Yes and no. It depends. Apparently the stent he got the other day still moves around quite a bit. For now, Lion needs his pain pills even if they do make him into a space cadet.

He wobbles when he walks and he makes less sense when he’s a space cadet. Usually I can figure out what he’s talking about even if he uses the occasional incorrect word. Generally the conversation will tail off as he falls asleep. And then he’s awake again, adamant that he wasn’t asleep. Yesterday he told me I’ve lost all sympathy for him because I’ve been on my iPad. I’m not sure what being on my iPad has to do with sympathy, but I’m fairly certain it was the drug talking. I am sympathetic to his pain. I just can’t do anything about it.

Lion does understand, drugged or not, that I am taking good care of him. Aside from being out of the house for an hour or so on Friday, I’ve been either in the bedroom or not far away from him. This morning he said he could make breakfast. The only thing that would break fast was him. He’d dreamed of bacon so I made him bacon, scrambled eggs, and rye toast. In a few minutes, I’ll make him lunch. And dinner later on. I’m taking care of the laundry and the rest of the house while he recuperates. He is very thankful for me and tells me several times a day. It’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me if I was in the same situation. It’s what we do for each other all the time, sick or not.

We make a pretty good team. Some of my coworkers are in more traditional relationships where she does the cooking, cleaning, etc. and he does the “man” things. One hurt her back a long time ago and was unable to lift anything or stand for any length of time. Her husband assumed all cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. duties while she recuperated. He still does the majority of the cooking. I think each couple finds a way to work things out or they aren’t a couple for very long. Lion and I tell each other every day how lucky we are to have found each other. That’s our secret to working things out.

As you may have guessed, my posts over the last few days were written before I went to the hospital. It’s Saturday night and I am sitting up in my desk chair for the first time since all this started. I’ve had a healthy (prescribed) dose of opioids and it is working. My penis hurts most of the time and when I pee, the pain makes me yelp. Worse, one of the meds the surgeon prescribed makes my pee the color of an orange Easter egg. Enough of my whining.

Lately, I have been referring to Mrs. Lion’s weenie. This is public acknowledgment that Mrs. Lion owns my penis. I am very happy she feels this ownership. It is a great expression of accepting our power exchange. She calls it “My weenie” all the time. I like it. I’ve been trying to refer to it the same way in my posts. I’m not going to do that anymore.

I have a pet peeve. I hate it when people do inappropriate capitalization when they write. Things like “My Mistress was angry and She spanked me.” Or, changing first person references to lower case: “i like it when She tells me i am a worm.” It disturbs the flow of the story. So, if I always refer to my penis as “Mrs. Lion’s weenie,” it feels unnatural.

From now on I will refer to my penis, cock, etc. That doesn’t mean Mrs. Lion doesn’t own it. It just allows my writing to flow naturally. For the record, I belong to her. Locked in a chastity device, I can’t even get hard without her permission. That’s the way I want it. I’m so glad she wants it too.

I do call it “Your weenie” or just “weenie” when we talk.  It’s intentionally humiliating. So far she hasn’t punished me when I forget. She’s indicated she will start spanking me for forgetting at some point.

She’s been taking excellent care of me. I am very grateful that she loves me enough to help me even when I start acting like a toddler. I want to thank you too. Your expressions of concern mean a lot to me. I’m a very lucky lion.

Lion is still a pain. I mean, he’s still in pain. He thinks he’s being a pain because he’s asking me to do things for him. He’s not asking me to do anything I don’t normally do. Granted, I may be doing more of those things right now, but he’d do the same for me. Glass of water? Coming right up. Snack? Coming right up. Lunch, dinner, glass of water? Yes, yes, yes. I don’t mind being his nurse. The only thing he’s missing is a call button, but I’m usually not too far away anyway.

To me, it seems like he’s in worse pain than last week, but he reminded me that he was in the hospital that first night so I missed all that fun. Right now I’m trying to keep him as comfortable as possible so he can feel better. The issue is that the doctor wanted him to drink a lot of water to get the residual anesthesia out of his system. Then he had to pee more. Peeing hurts. My weenie is in pain. And it’s not the good kind of pain. Lion wants to know, if it’s my weenie, why isn’t it hurting me? I guess I’m an absentee landlord.

Last week I suspended the rules until Tuesday, I think. Lion said he thought he was well enough for them to be reinstated. Silly boy. I’m not sure if he was nervous about surgery the next day or not, but Lion forgot punishment night on Thursday. I didn’t punish him because he was afraid the doctors would notice any bruises I may have left on him. Valid point. I said I’d catch up with him on Saturday or Sunday, depending on how he feels. For some reason, I didn’t suspend the rules for the aftermath of this surgery. This morning we had our weigh-in. Lion gained a pound or two. It’s logical since he hadn’t been eating before the first surgery and was able to eat after it. So now he’ll be punished for gaining weight.

I was thinking about the whole weigh-in thing though. First, I should have suspended the rules after this surgery too. Second, obviously he’d gain weight on the eating week versus the non-eating week. Third, should we be doing averages instead of progress from one week to the next? What kind of average? I don’t know. Two-week rolling? Four-week rolling? Maybe it’s good the way it is. I think it would have been different if Lion really worked hard to lose those pounds the first week and then went crazy eating cookies and candy the next week to gain those pounds. But he was sick. That has to count for something.