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.”
“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 it 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.