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As promised, I tried to play with Lion at 3 pm yesterday. He said he didn’t feel like it but maybe he would later. We snuggled for a while. I went to do other things, came back, and snuggled some more. We ate dinner. We snuggled again. This time I did a weenie drive by. Lion made some purring noises but that was about it. He said he’s just sad. I don’t know what to do with that. Of course, I’ll keep trying but you can’t wave a magic wand and cure sad.

I’ve already turned on the wax for today. Yesterday I cleaned off the table except for three items. They’re things that need to be moved just for waxing and will likely go right back on the table. What I really need to do is take some things down into our storage area and that will free up some space. I may get to some of it today.

The past few times I’ve waxed Lion, I’ve made good use of the mineral oil I slather on him. I’ve gotten Mr. Weenie pretty excited. I hope I can do that again today. As with me, I’m sure the mechanics of Lion’s sexual ability is fully functional. It’s the brain and/or hormones that are in question. And that is a large part of the problem. Since I don’t want sex, Lion thinks he’s being selfish. I think he’s being silly. Consider this: many men get upset because their wives won’t give them the sex they so richly deserve. The wives may be tired or not in the mood. Lion has a wife who is not in the mood who is willing to give him sex, or sex up to a point. I bet some of those men would be happy if their wives did what I do when they aren’t in the mood. I bet some of them would be happy even if their wives are in the mood. What guy would say no to a blow job?

I am certainly not saying Lion is wrong for feeling sad. You feel what you feel. However, I don’t think he’s selfish at all for wanting sex even if I don’t. When he’s sad that I don’t want sex, it makes me sad that I don’t want sex. I wish there was a switch I could flip that made me want sex just so Lion wouldn’t feel bad anymore. I’ve tried going through the motions but that just seems to piss me off. Again, the mechanics are there. It’s the urges that aren’t. I used to lube him up and ride him so he could have vaginal sex, but then he was concerned because it didn’t do anything for me. I haven’t done it in a while.

Maybe I should just give him vaginal sex more often whether he worries about my happiness or not. Too bad! Here’s what we’re doing tonight. Suck it up, Buttercup. But even though I’m in charge, I just can’t see dictating things like that. I don’t think he’d enjoy it if I just laid there while he did his thing. If he’s not cooperating, it’s impossible for me to do his thing if he just lays there. My weenie would be laying there too. Sure I could play with my weenie, but I need him at attention for the best parts.

I may not be able to compete with sad, but I can still snuggle with Lion, let him know I’m here and hopefully get him to a point that he can enjoy himself again. I know he’s not just worried about sex and being selfish. Being out of work brings its own set of worries. Good thing snuggling doesn’t cost anything.

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Yesterday, the news media finally called the 2020 US presidential election. Joe Biden is the apparent president-elect. The four-year nightmare of Donald Trump is nearly over. Needless to say, pathological-liar Trump announced his victory. I received a spam email soliciting donations to help Trump fight his defeat. It’s unlikely that after the dust Trump kicks up finally clears that he will change anything.

Most striking to me is that so many people actually voted for him. I would like to think that this nearly-even split of the population is based on an honest difference of opinion about policy. More likely, it shows how many Americans are undereducated and actually believe the constant stream of lies comng out of the White House.

Even Fox News, Trump’s favorite source of distorted news, called the election for Biden. White House sources reported that Trump was ranting about how even Fox turned against him.

I generally avoid writing about politics. After all, this is a sex blog. I need to get this out. My country has been embarrassed across the globe for the last four years. Not-my-president has denied global waming, prescribed injections of Lysol to cure coronavirus, and pulled out of the World Health Organization. He’s done lots more, but my point isn’t to attempt to document the full extent of his insanity, just breathe a deep sigh of relief that in a couple of months he will be unable to pull our country apart.

For the record, if you believe that Trump was a good president, I suggest that your mother get you tested.

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Lion still snoozed a lot last night. We had plans to have Chinese food for dinner and then watched TV before Lion asked if I was hungry. Since it’s been taking 45 minutes for an order, we decided to wait until tonight to have it. When dinner was done, Lion snoozed off and on. I figured it was better to let him sleep than wake him for sex. I also thought if he woke up and wanted sex, that would be fine. Around 10:30 he said maybe we could play earlier today. And then he added, “It seems like you don’t even want to play.” I knew somehow it would be my fault. I just knew it.

Here’s where our problem lies: he snoozes so I play on my iPad, but he says he snoozes because I play on my iPad. He’s bored watching TV so he snoozes. He says I can wake him up any time I want to play. I think it’s better if he snoozes because he says he’s tired. And around and around we go. We have to figure something out. It’s not always my fault that we don’t play. How do I know when he wants to play if he doesn’t say anything? And then, if I do ask, how do I know he’s not saying he doesn’t want to play because he thinks I don’t want to play? I can say I’ll play whenever he wants to but then he thinks I’m just doing it to please him. Well, duh! I don’t care about sex. Of course I’m doing it to please him. But that doesn’t mean I’m doing something I don’t want to do.

This is not new. We have these discussions all the time. As a matter of fact, another oldie but goodie is waxing. Lion is getting furry. Last night he asked if I could do it this weekend. My mind flashed to the mountain of things on the waxing table that need to be moved. I didn’t answer him in a split second so that must mean I don’t want to do it. Nope. That’s not what it means at all. I told him about the mound on the waxing table and he still thought it meant I didn’t want to do it. Nope. I’ll have that cleared off long before the wax is even melted. However, between waking up late today and lounging around in bed, I don’t want to put the Chinese food in danger for today so I’m delaying waxing until tomorrow afternoon. As a matter of fact, I’ll go clean off the table when I’m done writing this so that will be one less obstacle to ripping the fur out of Lion tomorrow.

As far as today is concerned, I say we play at 3. Now, scheduling it does not necessarily mean it will happen. There could be a delay by either party. But as long as I have put it on the schedule, I feel my job is complete. Of course, I still have to follow through, but the willingness is written in stone.

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In Female Led Relationship (FLR) circles there’s a widely held belief that adopting this practice restores some sort of natural order. I don’t know many women who share this belief. Being in charge is work. It isn’t easy to be responsible for others. I know,  you could argue that most women are already in charge. They manage kids, household budgets, as well as responsible jobs. Adding the burden of being boss to their husbands is just piling more on.

If any women imagine being in an FLR is more managerial work, they’ve drunk the KoolAid. This may come as unwelcome news to some guys, but FLR is really a game similar to male chastity. Oops, there goes my readership. Let me clarify. FLR is real. I’ve had trouble sitting down after enough punishments to attest to that. It does put limits on my life that weren’t there before we started. It is effective as a relationship tool. But, it is still a game.

Games have a consistent pattern: the people who play them agree to do so. They agree to and abide by the rules. The players can end the game if they want. In other words, games are consensual activities under the control of the people who play them.

Under this definition, you could claim that marriage is also a game. It almost fits the pattern. Where it fails is that there are no rules. Both players can make them up as they go along. A game like FLR or male chastity can comfortably exist inside a marriage. The marriage can survive without the game.

Confusing? The differences are subtle. I think that the most significant is survivability. FLR fantasy often includes the idea that the man in a female-led relationship has to be obedient and accept punishment or his wife will end the marriage. This sort of “or else” makes no sense. The punishment within FLR is the “or else”. Why would there be an “or else” for the “or else?” I think the reason this nuclear alternative is included in the fantasies supports the concept that FLR isn’t consensual. He has to accept her cruel power and punishments or find himself homeless without his family.

Since FLR is almost always male initiated, the worst “or else” isn’t ending the marriage, it’s ending the FLR game. “Take this punishment or I stop being in charge,” strikes terror into a guy who finally got his wife to do FLR. That’s the strongest evidence it’s a game.

I’m not saying FLR is frivolous. FLR and its partner Domestic Discipline (DD) can be useful tools for improving relationships. Consistent, judicious application of a paddle can even correct some behavioral problems. Games can be useful.

It makes no sense to deny the true nature of FLR. For one thing, a woman is far more likely to want to play a game, even one as engrossing as FLR, than she is to agree to a vague lifestyle change. Concepts like DD are much easier to accept if she believes the man she loves wants, or even needs it.

As Mrs. Lion and I have learned, what started out as activities Mrs. Lion performed because she knew they made me happy, have evolved into parts of our marriage. Neither of us gives a thought to the fact that Mrs. Lion punishes me. She may have started out doing it because I asked her to do it, but now it is something we both accept and expect. She would be deeply shocked if I refused to let her spank me. I can’t picture myself ever doing that. Sometimes the game turns into something much more.