Lion wasn’t feeling very well yesterday. Between being tired and having a stomach issue, he didn’t want to stray too far from bed.

Before noon, I started the wax. It takes time for the warmer to melt it all. Lion wanted to wait. It’s not a problem. The wax is there when we need it. Eventually, around 4 I think, he begged off. He’d been snoozing and staying under the blankets. We turned the wax off and decided to do it today.

We realized the NFL draft was either over or they decided anything beyond the second round is a snoozefest not worthy of being broadcast. Jeopardy! was on last night. It was reruns from a few years ago, but we don’t need a new one to do Zapardy! Unfortunately, Lion was asleep through most of Wheel of Fortune and the beginning of Jeopardy! Knowing he’d been under the weather, I didn’t see the need to wake him. We can play Monday night. There’s no rush.

About an hour ago, I turned on the wax again. I’ll check it in a little while to see if we’re ready to roll. There’s no rush. I know Lion wants to get rid of fur, but it really doesn’t matter if we do it at 2 or 4 or 6. From past experience, it will take anywhere from an hour to two to get done with the front side. The back is quicker because there’s less fur. If I add in the legs with the back, it will obviously increase the time. Legs are a pain in the butt. Too many angles, I guess.

While I’ve been home, I’ve done a few good things. One of them was clearing space in the pantry for the waxing table and supplies. I still have work to do but the fact that I don’t have to drag the table into the bedroom to wax Lion is a win. Lion says the table doesn’t have to stay up. We can fold it so it’s out of the way, but I say he shouldn’t mess with my win. Yes, the table may wind up being folded, but for now, don’t mess with my win. Besides, when I was sewing face masks the other day, it made a fairly nice sewing table.

Tomorrow, I’m supposed to start work. In the original schedule, I was doing a few webinars from home on Monday and then going back to my regular hours from then on. I was not happy about that situation. With some negotiations, I managed to get the okay to work from home temporarily. I don’t know how long that is in my boss’s boss’s mind but I’m thinking it’s until the governor says more people can go back to work. Even then, I’m nervous. I wonder when we’ll feel safe again.

If you thought the world was going to end, what would you do to protect your family? We have answered the question, at least for many Americans. The first thing to do when preparing for Armageddon is to stock up on toilet paper and paper towels. I would have thought canned goods would be swept off the shelves along with any other staple foods like beans, flour, and pasta. But no! Bounty paper towels and brand-name toilet paper were bought in a stampede of frantic end-of-world shoppers. Needless to say, gun sales went way up because people needed to protect their precious paper hoard.

I was completely flabbergasted by this strange decision. Ironically, about a month after this run on ass-cleaning implements, people flocked to the service desk at Costco and other stores trying to return their massive toilet paper acquisitions. Costco had a sign up saying no toilet paper returns.

HL Mencken said that nobody ever lost money underestimating the intelligence of the American consumer. Without doubt he’s right.

Mrs. Lion is returning to work next week. Her boss is letting her work from home. That’s a good thing. We really can’t afford risking getting infected. We both have underlying conditions that would probably make the disease fatal. I’m not likely to get called back to work anytime soon. My company is in the entertainment business. I wonder if I’ll ever get called back. As long as millions of other people are out of work, the extra money will keep flowing in and Mrs. Lion and I will be okay. If a lot of people go back to work, that money will dry up and we will be in trouble.

I heard on the news today that the World Health Organization said that there is no evidence having once contracted COVID-19 you are immune from contracting it again. If that’s the case, I don’t know how a vaccine could ever be created. This really could be the end of the world. I’m pretty sure we’ll figure something out. I’m hoping that this pandemic is demonstrating how much we need a serious leader in the White House.

If you’re wondering why am not writing about male chastity, spanking, or some other sexual topic, it’s because right now I’m kind of tired of them. I’ve also discovered that although we have a lot of readers, very few take the time or trouble to “Like” our posts or leave comments. Compared to other blogs that have less traffic, our audience is quite quiet.

Mrs. Lion reads my posts, and I read hers. We get a lot of information from them. In that sense, we are both getting the feedback we really need. Still, I have long hoped that we could form a little community of people that would exchange ideas and feelings. I won’t bother asking what you think because you won’t answer. That’s okay. I’m really grateful you take the time to read what we write. It means a lot to me.

Damn NFL draft! I hadn’t counted on it foiling my plans for Zapardy! I have no idea how many rounds there are nor how many will be televised. It’s quite possible we’ll have to wait till Monday to play our game.

In the meantime, I am currently warming the wax so I can de-fur Lion. He’s been hinting for a week or so that he needs it done. I’ve also noticed the hair on the base of his penis giving me a mustache when I do a blow job. It doesn’t really bother me but it’s a sure sign he needs to be waxed. I’m thinking I’ll do the front today and the flipside tomorrow. I’ll see how ambitious I am before I decide on his legs. I can certainly do from his upper thighs to his neck, minus his arms of course. Depending on my energy level, I can do his legs when I do his back since, thankfully, there’s less hair there.

Just because we didn’t play Zapardy! doesn’t mean Lion didn’t have fun. Actually, he had his fun before Zapardy! was even supposed to be on. I think it’s fortuitous that Lion has somewhat lost interest in handjobs and I’ve found them more difficult to administer than blow jobs. Last year, if you recall, I wanted to bring the number of oral orgasms even with handjob orgasms. I failed miserably. I’m not sure what the numbers are this year but I’d guess I’m closer to 50-50, if not favoring oral. [Lion — So far this year Mrs. Lion has made me come with 5 handjobs and 8 blow jobs!]

We didn’t “play” in Lion’s sense of the word. I might have playfully pinched at his nipples, but I didn’t linger. I simply told him I needed him across the bed and he complied. It would be very silly of him not to comply. I was offering his favorite activity.

I knew we were up there in terms of days since his previous orgasm, but I wasn’t sure if it was day thirteen or fourteen. I wasn’t even sure I was going to give him an orgasm. He’d said he wasn’t sure how he felt about getting one. At least that’s what I read. He was playing semantics with me while I was playing with his nipples. He said he knew exactly how he felt about it. Well, I knew exactly how he’d feel about it in a few minutes. If all went well, he’d be desperate for one.

He said I got him “dangerously close” to an orgasm when I edged him. I knew it was close but if I went too far I wouldn’t have let it be a ruined orgasm. I would have finished him off. It’s rarely fun to let it be ruined. As it turned out, it wasn’t ruined at all. He had a very nice orgasm and I was rewarded with very nice cum. He says it makes sense there would be more because it had been a long time between orgasms. I say there was a lot because of my skillful ministrations. I have no idea which of us is right. It’s possible it has nothing to do with either.

At any rate, Lion is a happy boy and he’ll be even happier after he gets waxed. I think he can stifle his disappointment at missing out on Zapardy! for a few days.

[Lion — Zapardy is a game we play while watching “Jeopardy” on TV. I answer questions along with the contestants. If I get one wrong, Mrs. Lion zaps me with the doggy shock collar. Nothing happened if I get one right.]

When it comes to spanking, I’ve discovered that almost all of our paddles feel pretty much the same. Mrs. Lion likes to switch out I supposed to give me more variety. The truth is that I can’t tell the difference. Actually, that’s a good thing. She is a very good spanker. She knows how to make each stroke count. The more effective her swats, the less perceived difference I feel. That means that from my end of the paddle, it doesn’t make much difference what she selects when she chooses to swat my bottom. Invariably I will end up yelping and there is probably going to be some blood.

That’s something else I can’t understand. I have no idea why I bleed when I’m spanked. There is no visible sore. Just some blood appears. Mrs. Lion has learned to disregard this and continue her work until she feels I’ve had enough. Her idea of enough and mine is always different.

When it comes to sex, there seem to be just two choices: a hand job or a blow job. Sometimes Mrs. Lion uses coconut oil or another lube to add some variety to a handjob, but that’s pretty much it. Because she’s not currently interested in sex for herself, things are fairly standard and routine. I suspect she’s getting bored. I think I am too. This may be one reason why I’m less interested in getting off. It’s been two weeks (I’m writing this on Friday afternoon) and I’m not particularly desperate to get off.

I realize that in the spanking department it doesn’t matter whether I get variety or not. The purpose is to send the message to me. Mrs. Lion does this very effectively. I’m not sure that we have more than two possible reasons for sex: edge me or give me an orgasm. Are there any other possibilities? There have to be.

It’s been at least a year since we’ve played any games. I always liked them. I’m not sure why Mrs. Lion stopped wanting to play.

Even though we’re home together 24 hours a day, we don’t interact all that much. When we’re in the bedroom together, Mrs. Lion is busy playing on her iPad. I watch TV. We don’t really talk. When we’re not in the bedroom, we are at our individual desks doing things on our computers. I’m starting to think something’s wrong. There are lots of non-sexual things we could do. Certainly, there are a lot of fun sexy things too.

Clearly, this is something we have to talk about.