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We ventured out to the store yesterday afternoon. Along the way, we passed the fruit stand where I bought Lion some cherries the other day. When I stopped, there was one other car. Yesterday, there were at least seven cars. That’s far too many people in one spot even if they are all wearing masks. Having said that, there were quite a few people not wearing masks in the grocery store. I guess it stands to reason. It is a fake virus after all. The New York Times devoted a whole front page, and then some, to listing fake deaths from a fake virus. Damn liberal media!

I haven’t been to the store on a weekend in months. Lion hasn’t been to a store in months either. It was more crowded than the weekdays I’ve gone to, but most people are still staying at home as they should. Road traffic was definitely up and one of the hiking areas seemed fairly crowded. That’s based on the parking lot, of course. We didn’t stop to hike. I’m pretty sure there was little social distancing happening. I doubt it was as bad as some of the videos I’ve seen of beaches and swimming areas. “This is ‘Merica. We do what we want. It’s a free country.” Okay. I’m off my soapbox.

We did manage to play last night. Well, it was evening. I gave Lion the beginnings of a blow job. I don’t think he’s ready for an orgasm. Plus, I think he took a step back in the tummy trouble category. We’re both still worried about that. In the meantime, we’ll try to have some fun. Even if he can’t make it far, we get as far as we can. It still feels good. He likes it. I like it. Why not?

The rest of the night we watched old TV shows like the Mary Tyler Moore Show and the Dick Van Dyke Show. It’s fun to see people who went on to appear in other shows and films. Last night we saw Gavin MacLeod on the Dick Van Dyke Show. Of course, he went on to the Mary Tyler Moore Show some years later. I think it amuses Lion that I can pick out younger actors. Law and Order is even doing a run of shows highlighting actors who’ve appeared over the years. We watch so much TV, we joke we’re running out of things to watch.

Today is rainy and cold. We had our outing yesterday. That should last us for a while. We’ll hang out today and I’ll get some chores done. Tomorrow I go back to work, still from home. I’m enjoying that while I can. It’s only a matter of time before they want me back in the office.

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Over the last seven years I’ve talked about pretty much everything relating to our particular sexual interests. Mrs. Lion and I have both shared our adventures in male chastity, spanking, and female-led relationships. Most of the search engine arrivals on our site go to the informational pages that are referenced at the top of the page. This part, the blog, appears to have a fairly steady readership. It occurs to me that blogging would be a lot more interesting to me and perhaps to you if we broadened our coverage to our lives in general. At least that’s what I want to do.

I finally got around to baking bread. Julia Child did a program (season nine, episode 12) about making sandwich bread. It’s French white bread. I decided to try this recipe. I have baked bread before and I especially like creating artisan bread feature in the book Baking with Julia. In this book Julia Child cooks with famous bakers creating all sorts of goodies. PBS did a series that this book accompanies. Over a decade ago when I was out of work, I watch this series end-to-end and baked many of the items. I purchased a 6 quart KitchenAid mixer to do this.

One recipe that is really amazing is her sticky buns. This recipe calls for brioche dough. Whenever I attempted to make this, which is one of the heaviest and most difficult to produce, my heavy-duty KitchenAid would throw a gear. I would have to take it apart and reengage the gear inside. It was a royal pain. So, when I decided I wanted to start baking again, this was before Christmas, I ordered the 7-quart professional mixer. This one has an extremely heavy-duty motor. Shortly after receiving it, I did a batch of French bread. The mixer kept stalling while kneading the dough. I returned it for replacement.

It took KitchenAid almost 3 months to send me the replacement. Apparently they don’t make too many of these and my color (red) was out of stock. By the time the replacement came my enthusiasm for breadmaking had diminished. Saturday it returned. I watched the episode of “The French Chef” three or four times and then set out to bake. Mrs. Lion helped me set up the mixer and find ingredients. It went very smoothly. This dough consists of flour, milk, yeast, salt, and butter. I followed the directions and all appeared to go well. This dough has three rises. The first two take place in clean bowls and the last in the pan in which the bread is baked.

The first two rises were perfect. By the time we got to the third, it was after 8 PM. This one was very un-energetic. After over two hours it still hadn’t risen as far as it needed to go. We decided to bake it anyway. When it was finished, it didn’t have the beautiful square shape of Julia’s loaf. We set it out to cool. Mrs. Lion cut off a few slices and toasted them for our Sunday breakfast. I thought it was delicious. French bread has more body than most Americans are used to. It is a soft bread, but quite firm. I consider the baking a success even though it didn’t look perfect. I will try again soon.

Through all this, Mrs. Lion was a big help. Given my poor vision and relatively unsteady gait, she got most of the ingredients out for me and put them away when I was done with them. She’s not as fond of this new bread as I am. She likes the very soft American commercial white bread. Oh well.

Mrs. Lion mowed the lawn on Saturday. By the time she got back in the house she was tired and achy. Clearly she was in no mood for anything sexual. I was feeling a little horny but not enough to make it worth asking her. I’m sure Sunday night will be more exciting.

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while I’m sure you’ve noticed that I tend to publish penis pictures. I’m pretty sure that most of our readers don’t find them particularly entertaining. I think I do it because it’s kind of vulnerable to me to expose myself this way. I’ve decided that it’s a better idea for me to not put the cock shots here unless they are absolutely necessary to what I’m writing. On the other hand, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anyone if I provided a link now and then like this one,  so that anyone who cares to can see. I could use some feedback on this subject. Please let me know how you feel.

I’ve been working from home for over a year now. Before I was put on furlough, I generally wore a T-shirt during the day so that I could participate in video conferences. Now that I am out of work and no more videoconferencing, I’ve been completely naked for the last two or three months. I don’t think I would be comfortable if I had to be dressed at home. Of course, it is not my choice.

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The weather seemed to be against me when I first started mowing the lawn yesterday. I felt some sprinkles and there were ominous clouds, but I decided to mow until I was officially rained out. I made it all the way through in one run. Usually I take a break for a drink and a tiny rest but I was afraid the rain would see my break as an invitation. I even pulled my brand new (I joked it was my mother’s day gift to myself) rechargeable weed whacker out. Lion said it was useless. Rechargeable doesn’t have enough power. I’m happy to say he was wrong. Even though the weeds were grown up more than I’d like, the weed whacker took care of it. I ran out of energy before it did. This morning, the weather is beautiful. I could have waited until today to mow, but then I wouldn’t have been able to sit back and enjoy the sunshine.

In addition to my mowing the lawn, Lion finally made the bread he’s been talking about for weeks. Actually, he’s been talking about making French bread for months and then that morphed into making French sandwich bread. It uses milk and a square, lidded pan. I’m sure Lion has made French bread a few times since I’ve been with him. This is the first time he made the sandwich bread. I’m not a fan. To be fair, I’m not a fan of crusty bread and this was his first try at the sandwich-type so I’ll reserve judgement until he’s done it a few more times. However, at this moment, I prefer regular French bread.

I helped Lion with the ingredients after I came in from mowing the lawn. I was tired, sweaty and grass-covered. I wanted to take a shower, but I really wanted to sit down. Mowing the lawn for an hour and a half (as a guess) is tiring. I did manage to sneak in a drink while I helped with the bread. And eventually I got my shower in. The bread process went on and on and on. It had to rise three different times and by the end it seemed like the rising had stalled. It was finally out of the oven around midnight.

The bread was not the reason we didn’t do anything sexual. I was shot. Everything hurt. It seemed like the entire right side of my body was against me. My shoulder has been hurting for a while. My knee joined in last weekend. And my elbow decided now would be a good time to start hurting. I was fine as long as I didn’t move. How long can that happen? If I hadn’t been up and down with the bread, I would have been up and down with the dog or to use the bathroom or some other reason. The transition from down to up and up to down hurt. Once up or down, I was okay. Needless to say, there was no joy in the Lions’ den last night.

This morning I feel a little better. Things still hurt but they seem to be better behaved. I’m confident Lion can have some fun at some point today, whether it’s afternoon delight or evening fun I don’t know. But he will have some fun.

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In my post yesterday (“Deconstructing Male Chastity“) I mentioned that one of the benefits of male chastity and wearing a chastity device is preventing unauthorized masturbation. Obviously, if my penis is locked in a chastity device, masturbation is extremely difficult. In my opinion, it isn’t worth it. I also mentioned that some guys are allowed supervised masturbation. Their keyholders unlock them and tell them to jerk off while they “supervise”. Mrs. Lion commented on this in her post yesterday (“Things May Be Getting Back To Normal“). She wrote that the only reason she could see to let me do it myself would be if she was tired of doing it for me.

That’s not us. Before Mrs. Lion I have had to do this.

I think it would be a mistake to allow me to get myself off. Yes, it’s a sort of sexy idea to be told to jerk off in front of someone. The problem is that if I can jerk off under supervision, I can also jerk off without it as well. I realize that I would be breaking a serious rule if I did. Chances are I wouldn’t. However, our current arrangement sends me a very strong message. When my penis is locked in a device, Mrs. Lion locks me in and unlocks me when she wishes my penis to be free. Similarly, if she wants me sexually aroused she will do it with her hands or mouth. I am not allowed to participate.

It may seem subtle, but there is a profound message in all of this. The fact that she and she alone sexually stimulates me makes it very clear that the penis that is attached to me belongs to her. More importantly, I understand that she likes it and wants to play with it. She doesn’t see getting me off as a chore. I think that being told to masturbate under her supervision sends the message that she isn’t interested in making that effort.

When she put this rule in place — no masturbation and my penis is her exclusive property — I don’t think she was fully aware of how significant it was to me. Ever since puberty my penis has been a favorite toy. I loved it if I could get someone else to play with it, but was content to play with it alone if no playmate was available.

Mrs. Lion took the toy away from me. She didn’t say that I could play with it if she wasn’t using it or that I could play with it if she told me I could. She said that I couldn’t play with it at all. Ever. It was no longer mine. It is her exclusive property. Supervised masturbation is saying that I can borrow the toy with her permission.

I know that a lot of women like to watch a man masturbate. I’ve had girlfriends who asked me to do it for them. I obliged. I didn’t see the value for them and I hated wasting the semen. The message was very clear: it was my toy that I could share with them. Under my current situation, Mrs. Lion generally lets me get to the point that I really, really want my toy to get some attention. I know I’m not allowed to play with it and I’m desperate for her to spend some time giving me an orgasm.

If she included supervised masturbation in her bag of tricks, I could see rationalizing my need to ejaculate with the idea that she lets me do it anyway, why not do it now? Since I am never allowed to make myself ejaculate, this ambiguity doesn’t exist for me. I think that’s exactly the right thing.

There is a gray area. She doesn’t seem to mind if I get myself erect if I don’t have an intention to get off. Every now and then I take advantage of this. Sometimes, if I want to take a picture of my erect penis and she isn’t available, I produce the erection and photograph it. No big deal. I’ve always reasoned that all I’m doing is making myself hornier. She likes that. She likes me to be desperate to get off while understanding I can’t do anything about it myself. I don’t think that is a great joy to her, but it amuses her. Obviously, that’s more fun than watching me jerk off. The closest I get to supervised masturbation is watching her jerk me off.