I have to say I didn’t realize Lion didn’t write a post until just now. He’s been falling asleep so often, I guess he couldn’t hold his eyes open long enough to type. That’s okay. He needs the rest. It’s difficult to convince him of that, but he does.

Lion has had a chance, over the past few weeks, to contemplate life and our version of male chastity, female led relationship and domestic discipline. He promises when he’s able to type with less pain, he’ll enlighten us. Not surprisingly, I haven’t thought too much about it aside from trying to gauge when he’ll be ready to start back up again. I don’t tend to think about it too much. I know Lion wishes I would. He wants me to read blogs and get ideas. I’d rather just go with the flow. If something doesn’t work, we’ll alter it or delete it from our repertoire. If something pops into my mind, we’ll try it. If Lion suggests something, we’ll try it. I’m happy with the way things are. Not right now, obviously. I mean when we get back to normal.

Believe it or not, Lion is still worried about his surgery doing irreparable damage to our marriage. I think he’s more worried that we won’t ever get back to normal and if this is the new normal then he won’t be happy. Despite telling me, from time to time over the years, that if we didn’t do any more kinky stuff or even have sex again he would be happy just to be with me, I know he’s lying. I believed him the first time. Then he got mad that we weren’t doing anything anymore. And that was before the bad old times. Lion definitely will not be happy without sex and, yes, he does need his kinky stuff too.

Well, I’m putting it in writing that Lion will have sex again. And kinky stuff too. He just needs to be patient with things. Healing takes time and energy. I’m tempted to tell him that I won’t do anything with him until the doctor clears him to go back to work. On the one hand, if he’s cleared for work then he should be ready to go for sex and play. On the other hand, he may be ready before then. His appointment is twelve days away. A lot can happen in twelve days. That’s why I’m playing it by ear. Once Lion can stay awake for any length of time, I’ll grab the Magic Wand and see what we can do. Until then, he’ll have to settle for snuggling.

Lion is still snoozing a lot. When I got back from work yesterday, he said he’d slept the entire time. Granted, it was only a few hours, but he was apologizing. The way I look at it, he’s got some serious healing going on and that takes a lot of energy. It’s no wonder he’s sleeping so much. There’s no need to apologize. Resting is a good thing.

I think he’s finally convinced that I won’t leave him because he needs help. He feels bad that he sometimes makes me get up every few minutes to adjust pillows or get him a drink or get his pills. I don’t mind doing it. If anything, it wakes me up to be moving around. He hasn’t really been whining at all. The closest he’s come is last night when I wondered if his pain was normal, because he hasn’t been doing all of his exercises or maybe he’s been doing too much with his arm, and he told me I was accusing him of causing his own pain. Right. Because looking for a possible answer for the pain is the same as telling him he’s doing it to himself. I was trying to figure out how to help.

Lion is also getting upset that our sex lives are not returning to normal yet. He needs to understand that the surgery was only two weeks ago. It will take about six weeks for the repair to heal completely. Sure, the scar is closed, but inside his body still has a lot of work to do. Plus, he knows that the physical therapy will take months and months to get his movement back to normal. I think he’s trying to rush things. He may feel the twinges of horniness, but I don’t think he’s horny enough to perform reliably each time.

It may take us a while to get back to where we were with FLR, DD and enforced chastity, but we’ll get there. The most important thing now is to get him healthy.

Yesterday, I slept a good part of the day. Mrs. Fever kindly pointed out in a comment that sleep is a normal part of healing. I must be healing well. Whatever corner of my brain that triggers sexual interest isn’t working very well. Mrs. Lion tried stimulating me without much result. Maybe I need the Magic Wand to help start my motor. Without sexual activity, we don’t have much to write about.

Our chastity adventure started as a way to “force” us to have more physical contact. Without chastity it is all too easy to revert back. I’m making a point of asking for time to snuggle even if there is no sexual outcome. Mrs. Lion is always happy to oblige. I love the contact. I assume she does too.

I am feeling better. I only need a few pain pills a day. I think I shouldn’t need any by now. My expectations, healing and sexual, seem to be running ahead of my actual progress. I’m not surprised that my interest in sex is so low. Pain has a way of draining energy; all kinds.

I was thinking that if we returned to some of our pre-surgery activities, my libido would follow. The chastity device is out of the question. I have to sit to pee when I wear one. It is difficult for me to stand up when I sit on the bowl. My right arm stabilizes me. It’s unavailable. Domestic discipline doesn’t appeal to me either. It takes a certain level of health to deal with rules and punishments.

It sounds like I am making a case to avoid our power exchange. Perhaps I am. Sex is the uranium that fuels our power exchange. That fuel supply is depressingly low. There must be a way to replenish it. So far, how to do it eludes us. I suspect that Mrs. Lion has the key. I’m not proposing a course of action. I hope she keeps trying to get me aroused. With any luck, the blog and my sex life will get much more interesting very soon.

I’ve been sleeping a great deal of the time. I thought it was due to the pain meds I am taking. But, I haven’t needed very much of that over the last couple of days and I am still sleepy. The reason I didn’t post yesterday is because I slept when I should have been writing.  Another reason is that I have nothing kinky or sexual to say.

Some bloggers believe that we have an obligation to write hot, kinky discussions in each post. If you believe them, Mrs. Lion and I have signed up to write about sex exclusively. I have to agree that our more usual pursuits are way more fun to explore. It may not be too much longer before we are back to domestic discipline and male chastity. But not today.

Between naps I am thinking more about sex. They are lazy, Saturday afternoon sort of sex thoughts. Snuggle, stroking, kissing and gentle orgasms, A paddle would be way out of place in my current, sleepy mind. Fiery passion and yawns don’t mix well. I’ll take what I can get. This post is more of a coming attraction. It’s my notice that inside the sleepy lion, the predator quietly lurks.

I am very surprised and worried that two weeks after the surgery, I am still sapped of energy. Is this normal? I was worried enough to go see my family doctor yesterday. He wasn’t particularly disturbed to learn of my snoozing. For the record, it’s starting to get me down. Please excuse me. I need to rest.