It’s no surprise that Lion and I are on different pages. In this case, it’s a benefit. Yesterday he was feeling down, but I was doing ok. Last week I was feeling down, but he was not. Now this is all relative, of course. We’re both stressed about our finances. I’m only talking about how we’re handling it on a given day. Some days we function better than others. Lion was not functioning as well yesterday. With that knowledge, I decided to come up with the dinner idea and I returned a call from a creditor. We make a pretty good team.

By afternoon, Lion was in a better mood and reporting that he was horny. I love hearing the Lion weather report. He knew he had some punishment swats coming, but he also knew that he was in for an edging session. When I said I had a headache he told me I didn’t need to worry about the punishment. What a guy! I told him I could just give him twice as many swats the next day. He scrunched up his face. He hadn’t thought of that, but admitted I can do anything I want. Well, I wanted to give him his punishment swats last night. Big, nasty swats with a big nasty paddle. So that’s what I did. I have no idea how many swats, but they were definitely hard. And he squirmed so he got a few more. For some reason he had a very sore spot on one side. I know these were hard swats, but there was something extra sensitive going on there. Naturally, the effect did not last all that long.

About an hour later, I unlocked Mr. Weenie. I pulled out some Velcro from my bag of tricks. Lion made a face. I demonstrated how the little teeth could bite into Mr. Weenie. He said I didn’t have to do that. I agreed. So I picked up a clothes pin with the sandpaper-like coating and said we could use that instead. He didn’t like that idea either. Picky, picky. Not that he had much choice in the matter, but again, I agreed. Just the threat of those items was enough. Besides, Mr. Weenie was ready for action. After I edged him a few times, I put some lube on my hand. It’s very slippery silicon lube.

I can’t tell you how many times I edged Lion using the lube. He’d survived about three times before I even put the lube on. It had to be at least four more times and toward the end I wasn’t pausing for long between each go. As far as I could tell he never created any pre-cum but he was so slathered in lube I’m not really sure. I just know he was very frustrated. I decided to stop before I broke him or before I accidentally went too far. I didn’t want a ruined orgasm. That may come in handy at some point, but not last night.

When he had cleaned off the lube and calmed down, Lion asked if I wanted him to put the ring back on. I told him I would let him know when it was time. I need him to understand that he’ll be locked up when I want him to be locked up. If it gets late and it seems like I may have forgotten, then he can ask, but otherwise, I will decide when he puts the ring on. It’s my property and if I want it to be wild for an hour after the festivities then that’s what will happen. Lion needs to remember who’s in charge.

I do too.