Plague Version 2018
I’d promised Lion a second vacation orgasm but he was too tired. Last night he was frisky again. A promise is a promise so I gave him an oral orgasm. He said he was surprised to get one. It had been about a week since his last one. I think that’s our average.
We both avoided getting sick before our trip. Now we’re both feeling yucky. Lion is worse than I am. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s a day or two sicker than I am or if it’s just hitting him harder. He’s home today with a stuffy head and a cough. I’m trying to power through my stuffy head at work. I haven’t taken anything yet because I’m ignoring it so far. I feel if I give in and take medicine it will be admitting defeat. I’m not ready to do that yet.
On the way home I’ll buy out the cold medicine aisle and grab some comfort food for dinner. Then we’ll hunker down for the night, watch TV and snooze. I’d be very surprised if any play took place. I think I could be game if Lion is but I doubt he will be. From the sound of things, if we have the same cold/flu that’s been going around my office, we’ll be sick for at least a week before we start to feel any better. That’s why I need to lay in a supply of cold medicines so we can weather this storm.
Happier Ever After
We’re home again and back to our version of normal. I’m worn out from our vacation. We walked endlessly on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. We checked out of the hotel on Monday and then spent five hours in the airport. We were both too tired to think about any sort of activity.
This is only the second time we have been able to fly to a vacation destination. The first time, we had limited funds and had to limit our purchases. This time, we had a bit extra and ended up with souveniers stuffed into our luggage as well as a big, plastic shopping bag. It was a blast!
Mrs. Lion and I are truly made for one another. That doesn’t mean we don’t have to work to make things better. It may seem strange to some, but enforced chastity and FLR with discipline have been tools that help us.
I recognize that these power exchanges are generally established because the male (usually) has fantasies about surrendering. In fact, at first glance, it appears to be a form of BDSM. In many ways it is.
There’s no denying that edging, spanking, and other activities are part of the BDSM song book. As such, they fulfill some fantasies of mine. But for us, at least, there is a more serious side to our power exchange.
I am an aggressive, fairly-dominant male. Mrs. Lion, while not submissive, is a wonderfully accepting woman. By shifting power to her with enforced chastity and FLR, she has had to learn to be more assertive, and I to be more accepting.
That was the theory, at least. It seems to be working. I still growl sometimes. I did at the car rental lady. Mrs. Lion reminded me to mind my manners, if I want to avoid a sore bottom. The big changes are subtle. I don’t act like a stereotypical submissive, but I do defer to my lioness. She is far more assertive than she was before we started all this
We both consider these changes to be good things. Our relationship has become closer, sexier, and much happier. It’s worth some sore bottoms (and other places) to make this work.
Back to Work
It was a long flight home yesterday and then the time zone change made it feel even later. Technically we went to bed at around 2 am even though the clock said 11. Our bodies were still on east coast time. Morning came very early and we were both out the door to our jobs. I’m busy digging out from the pile in my inbox and my emails. I am making headway so there’s that.
On Sunday night Lion wasn’t horny. We’d done a lot of walking on our vacation and he was wiped out. Last night, however, he said he was horny. Oops. So sorry. I was ready Sunday night when he wasn’t and he was ready Monday night when I wasn’t. Tonight, between picking the dog up from the kennel, figuring out dinner, doing an emergency load of laundry so we can make it through the rest of the week and whatever else needs our attention, we may be on the same page about his horniness. At this point I’m game. Who knows what I’ll feel like later.
Yesterday Lion spilled some food on his shirt but he was able to get rid of the stain so it wasn’t visible. That’s our rule. If he spills something and can get rid of the stain then he’s safe. I’ve even gotten Tide Stain Sticks to help him. I’m not heartless. I’ll do what I can to keep him out of trouble. The rest is up to him.
When we dropped off the rental car yesterday, Lion got a little heated with the staff. He kept asking why she was making such a big deal over where he parked and I asked him why he was making such a big deal over her asking him to move the car. It was a little confusing but if he just relaxed it would have been fine. I think he needs some correction for that.
On the other hand, on the plane Lion had an aisle seat and the twenty-something in the middle seat apparently had the bladder capacity of a chihuahua because he kept climbing over Lion every ten minutes to use the rest room. Lion kept his cool. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to trip him. He was a good boy. I was across the aisle and I was ready to trip the idiot. Get an aisle seat near the bathroom if you go that often.
Anyway, we’ll see how things go tonight. I think we’ll still be too wiped out but I’m open to snuggling and playing.
Ohhh…. So Close
Lion made it to Saturday night before he spilled food on his shirt. It wasn’t intentional. Once he started he didn’t stop. Actually it was only two spills. I guess he got it out of his system because he was fine on Sunday. Of course Sunday was after the punishment.
When we made it back to the hotel after walking and walking and walking all day again, I waited a little bit before I grabbed the hairbrush. Lion groaned. He said he really didn’t want to be swatted. I told him he shouldn’t have spilled if he didn’t want to be spanked. I know he can’t really help it. I spilled food on my shirt the other night and we both spilled food on the bed while we ate the dessert we brought home with us. But I have to punish him when he breaks the rules. That’s just the way it is. And Lion wants me to do it.
We’ve been too exhausted to do anything else sexual. We may do something tonight (Sunday). At the moment we’re both writing our posts for tomorrow. We are homeward bound in the afternoon. Lion is looking forward to going home. I could stay here for another week. I’m tired and my feet hurt but I haven’t seen everything there is to see. I’m already looking forward to the next time I can meet up with Lion on another business trip.
