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I am supposed to be thinking about what I want for dinner. I am also supposed to be working. Neither of them is holding my attention. I’ve been texting with my daughter, looking at Facebook, and staring out the window. Oh, and I also need to come up with a post. Here I am, trying to write and staring out the window.

Lion announced that the Lion weather was summery yesterday. I fondled my weenie and got purrs but not much more. I didn’t expect him to get hard. Well, maybe a little. It’s not a crisis that he didn’t respond. I don’t take it as an insult. I don’t think he’s broken. It’s a few days post-orgasm. It’s normal for him to be less interested. Nothing says we can’t prime the pump, though. Snuggling is a good start. Snuggling while idly playing with my weenie is another.

I’m sure by the weekend he’ll be more excitable. I can almost guarantee he’ll be excitable when I get him all slathered with oil when I try to get the wax off him. As a matter of fact, I may just start with him moon-side up so I can finish with him weenie side up. That way, I can play with my oiled weenie longer. He won’t be incredibly horny, but we’ll both have fun for a little while.

The thought just occurred to me that we can use the waxing table (it’s actually a massage table) for more than waxing. Obviously, if I’m jerking him off with oil, we’ve already figured part of that out. Maybe I can also restrain him on it. That might be better than the bed because I’d have easier access. Hmmm… Now I’m thinking about that rather than dinner or work. I bet I have Lion thinking about it too. [Lion — Yup,  you do.]

We used to have a BDSM sling hanging from the ceiling in the “dungeon” in our old house. Now we have a sex table. Cool.

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When I see the scenes in Afghanistan and the floods on the east coast, I’m reminded that the distance between joy and misery is infinitesimal. It can feel that we are safe from massive tragedy. We don’t get 17 inches of rain in a day. Our government is a little less crazy than the Taliban. We have a warm, dry house with high def television and wideband. Feels safe. Other people suffer.

Brave words from someone who lives in the ring of fire. Volcanos surround us. Massive earthquakes were only a couple of decades ago. We’re safe. Right? Worse, nearly half of our population believes that a mentally deranged demagogue should return to the White House. They are blind to the damage he did to our country. Politicians who were laughed at because of their ultra-conservative ideas are being elected to our house and senate. They are the American Taliban.

Sometimes extreme views dominate our country. For example, the pendulum has swung so far to the right when it comes to sexual harassment that a man can lose everything if thirty years ago he hugged a woman without asking for permission first. If you don’t think that is extreme, consider that a woman can do the same to a man with no one blinking an eye. I’m not suggesting that men can maul a woman without consequences. We need a little balance. New York Governor Cuomo had to resign because he hugged, kissed on the cheek, and possibly touched a woman’s breast years ago.  Is that acceptable behavior? No, of course not. Is it a valid reason to drive him from office? I don’t think so. The voters should be consulted in the next election.

I don’t usually write about politics. I know that some of our readers belong to the group that supports the extreme right. I’m not trying to convince you to change. I’m amazed at how short a memory people have. The Republican party was traditionally the party of the rich. Working people were democrats. Now working people are republicans, and more privileged people are democrats. Wow. Even stranger, the working-class Americans oppose spending on programs that benefit them. The two infrastructure bills will create millions of jobs and allow anyone to attend community college without paying a dime. Isn’t that good stuff?

All that isn’t why I am writing this post. My point is that in the span of a very short time, things can change drastically. People can be convinced to support horrible things. That’s how Hitler won over Germans. He played to their basest instincts. He validated the prejudices that good people suppress. He made hate a good thing. Our former president did the same thing. Instead of jews, he is vilifying Hispanic people. I’m not saying that the former president is intent on genocide. He uses the same tools to convince people that they are disenfranchised and need him and his party to have a voice again. I always imagined those good people would see through this. Many don’t. Here in the United States misery is just a few votes away.

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Yesterday I got strange looks when I said it doesn’t feel like we’ve had much of a summer. People pointed out our heat waves. I think that was part of the problem. We were stuck inside, trying to stay cool. I also made a few trips east that cut into summer. Daisy was sick and passed. We got Willow. So many things happened that were out of the ordinary. Oddly enough, I had a pretty good summer last year. That’s probably because nothing happened.

In some ways, I like boring. Maybe not exactly boring but routine. It’s not that I can’t go with the flow. I’m pretty good at that. I’m not as bad as needing to have taco Tuesday or hot dogs every Wednesday. I don’t have a set laundry day. But I do like a certain amount of structure. Maybe that’s why having set punishment days for Lion works for us. It may have started as a rule for Lion to break. He seldom does anymore because he cheats. He has reminders set in Outlook. He could just as easily have Alexa announce at 11 am that it’s time to set up the coffee pot.

I don’t often punish him on punishment days. I even push off the “just because” spanking if we’re busy, tired, or not feeling well. However, he still has to follow the rule of reminding me. It may be hypocritical, but I don’t have to punish him when he’s supposed to be punished. They aren’t my rules. Maybe it’s not fair, and I tend to push it off more than I should, and sometimes I forget altogether. Those are the times that Lion speaks up, and I realize that inertia has gotten the better of me again.

I am somewhat proud of myself for initiating waxing this time around. Sometimes I tell him he’s getting furry. Most of the time, he’s the one who pushes for hair removal. I don’t care one way or another, but I know he does, and that’s why it’s important to do it. This time around, I was proactive. He’s probably long overdue, but I said something before he did. I win! [Lion — Actually, you are right on time. My last waxing was July 25.]

Of course, I was also proactive in buying new restraints, and we haven’t used them yet. I promise we will in the next few days. I want Lion to be at least a little horny. For all, I know he is right now. I haven’t been getting the Lion weather report. Maybe that needs to be a rule too. It may be another silly one, but it’s useful too. Yup. It’s a new rule. I need to have a Lion weather report at least every three days. How we’re going to track that is beyond me right now. Maybe he can put that reminder in Outlook. The cheater.

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I realize that since I’ve been home, nearly eighteen months now, I’ve worn clothing less than four hours a week. I only dress for excursions out of the house. Most of the time, that’s a single trip to go shopping with Mrs. Lion. Occasionally, there’s a doctor’s appointment for me or the dog. Otherwise, I’m here at home, completely naked.

A few months ago Mrs. Lion said that I could wear clothes if I want. If I want? It’s been nearly twenty years since my rule has been to be naked at home (or in my hotel room if traveling). I’ve faithfully obeyed this rule. I can’t really want to wear clothes any more than being able to masturbate. I’m conditioned. Nudity is part of me.

Time and consistent enforcement of rules will eventually turn them into the natural state of things. Take male chastity. I haven’t decided when I will ejaculate in almost eight years. Mrs. Lion decides and then stimulates me until I have an orgasm. We both consider this the normal way things should happen. She would be upset if I had an orgasm she didn’t provide. I can hardly remember the time when I decided when I would ejaculate.

Neither of us considers it a bit odd that I should be spanked for disobedience. The process is routine for us. Mrs. Lion doesn’t give a second thought to using her paddle to punish me. That’s her role. I’m not a bit surprised when she brings out the spanking bench. I know that I have to mount it and accept my punishment. We don’t think of it as BDSM or any other abbreviations for dominant/submissive activities. I don’t think of myself as submissive. Mrs. Lion certainly doesn’t think of herself as a femdom.

That’s the most interesting thing about our dynamic. What began as kink is now just a normal part of our lives. There are no special rituals. Aside from writing about it here, we don’t discuss any of it much. There’s nothing to talk about. Perhaps the fact that the stuff that started as kink has become routine is the most remarkable thing about what we do.