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I think my record is 45 wood clothespins. Maybe I’ll try for a new one.

I think we got about six inches of snow. The sun is out today, but it’s only 25 degrees so far. That may be as high as it goes. Our road hasn’t been plowed, but people are driving on it. If I needed to get out, I probably could. Luckily, we don’t need to go anywhere. Even the garbage pickup was cancelled.

It was around 8:30 when I started playing with Lion last night. The dog started her jumping nonsense, so we didn’t get far at first. I’m hoping she’ll figure out that she gets locked out of the bedroom when she’s an idiot. Once I finally got her out, I decided I’d rather suck Lion than continue with the handjob I’d started. Since the talk of hand jobs being humiliating, I don’t really want to do them anymore. It will be good to get things started or when I’m tying his balls or using clothespins, but then I’d rather suck him. Maybe it’s dumb, but it changes the way I think of them.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I gave him oral sex. I was a bit out of practice. I’m sure it didn’t help that dealing with the dog negated whatever progress I may have made. He wasn’t responding as quickly as I’d hoped. I bet if I give him a little more attention beforehand, he’ll be more excited for the main event. As it was, I barely got him near the edge when I needed to stop. I told him I wanted to leave him wanting more. I would have brought him closer and maybe even edged him multiple times if I hadn’t felt so out of practice. I guess it’s true that practice makes perfect.

Tonight, I’ll make sure I bring out the clothespins so I can give him porcupine balls. It’s been a long time since I tried to see how many clothespins I could get on him. I usually do that with plain wooden ones. They don’t hurt as much, so he can handle more of them. He struggles after six or so if I bring out the plastic ones. They are definitely more aggressive. Maybe I need to challenge him more. We’ll see.

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Mrs. Lion gave me this vest for Christmas.

Our Christmas was quiet and chaste. My hope for sexual fun went unfulfilled. We cooked Christmas dinner (Turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce) and ate at 6 PM. After that, we stretched out in bed to digest. Mrs.Lion reported that her arm hurt, probably from lifting in the kitchen, and sex of any sort didn’t materialize.

I got an odd and amusing Christmas present. Mrs. Lion presented me with what looked like a bullet-proof vest with the word “WRITER” on it. Do you remember the TV show, “Castle”? Richard Castle was a novelist who partnered with a female detective. She and the other cops wore vests that said “POLICE” on the front. He showed up with one that said, “WRITER.” That always amused us. Since I am an aspiring novelist, Mrs. Lion thought I would like a vest of my own. You can see me modeling it.

I gave Mrs. Lion a lot of long-sleeved t-shirts. She wanted them. I also bought a nasty strap for her to use on me. I have been shopping for leather spanking tools. They seem to be most effective and cause less bleeding. We have one leather paddle (it hurts!) and a nasty tawse. This strap promises to be something she will like and I won’t. The people who made it are going out of business, and I got it for half price. Sorry, no more left.

One of Mrs. Lion’s Christmas gifts from me. A heavy leather strap to use on me.

We gave each other our gifts on Christmas Eve. We had to. The shirts I ordered for Ms. Lion arrived in a pile of plastic shipping envelopes. There was no point in trying to pretend they weren’t for her. It took a while for her to try them all on. Happily, everything fit.

Mrs. Lion commented to my post, “Ho, Ho, Oooooh,” that when I give her orgasms, she gets angry. She admits that they feel every bit as good as they did in the past. She just gets pissed off. Is this a reason to avoid doing it? I have no idea. My instinct is to give her a good number of orgasms and let her decide if the good feelings outweigh the resulting grumpiness. She does like experiments.

As I write this early Sunday afternoon, the temperature is 26o F. There are about six inches of snow on the ground. It’s a good thing today is Sunday. Roads are in horrible shape, and most public transportation is suspended. This is our first snow in at least two years and the most accumulation in over five. Our winter temperatures rarely get below 40. Our seven-month-old puppy played in the snow for the first time in her life. She’s confused about what the stuff is, but she likes it.

We aren’t fans. Mrs. Lion comes from upstate New York, where it snows a lot all winter. I’m from New York City, where there is a lot less snow. We both like being in the Pacific Northwest because snow is very rare. She works from home, so we plan to stay in our den until the white stuff is gone and the temperatures go back up. So far, the house’s heating system is keeping up with the chill. We have firewood in case it can’t.

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas weekend.

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I just went out to chase the dog around in the snow. She doesn’t quite know what to make of it. It’s fun to run in. She’s sure of that. I figure if she’s running outside, she’ll be less tempted to run inside. We have at least four inches, and it’s still going. Good thing we do not need to go out for anything. It’s a mess out there.

Somehow, I completely forgot about our turkey dinner. Lion was busy writing, and I was doing things. Around 3, he said we should start cooking. I know he wanted to play earlier in the day, but it just didn’t happen. I should have dragged him out of his office, but I don’t want to interrupt him when he gets in the zone. I don’t know if it was lifting the turkey in and out of the oven or if it was dealing with the psycho dog, but my arm hurt after dinner. The muscles were aching even when I wasn’t doing anything. Later on, the damn dog started in again. This time she jumped on the bed and kicked me in the jaw. I have some swelling today. It won’t keep me from sucking on Lion, though.

I forgot to mention that I gave Lion an extra Christmas present the other night. He’d forgotten the coffee pot again. It was just as he was going to take his contacts out, and I decided to be nice even if he was naughty. I told him he should venture out to the kitchen. As soon as I said that, he realized his mistake. He swore he’d done it. Nope. No Christmas spanking for a naughty Lion.

We are coming up on two weeks since Lion’s last spanking. He bought a new leather paddle. I’m sure he wants to know what it feels like. It’s longer than I’m used to using. I don’t mind long wooden paddles. I can figure out where they’re going to hit. Floppy paddles don’t always go where I want them to go. The heavy rubber ones we have are short, so I can aim them. The longer the implement, the greater the possibility I will hit somewhere I’m not supposed to. I don’t really like floggers for that reason. I used to cane Lion a long time ago. Holy cow was that stressful. First of all, it’s a cane that could cause some damage. Second, it’s easy to hit in the wrong spot. Thirdly, I had no idea where it was going to land. Sometimes I think about caning him again, but I don’t need that stress. Let’s stick to nice, safe paddling.

Lion — Not that I miss being caned, but it isn’t hard to learn. It takes some practice hitting pillows, but in less than 15 minutes, Mrs. Lion can learn to hit like a pro.]

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In a recent post, Mrs. Lion wrote that orgasms feel the same to her now as they did when she wanted sex. She just doesn’t want sex. That got me thinking. On the way home from my doctor’s visit, I asked Mrs. Lion if her comment meant that she liked orgasms. She admitted that she does but doesn’t “want” them.

Sounds like a contradiction. It isn’t. I asked if she just happened to get an orgasm, would it feel good? She said, “Of course.” I offered an analogy. “I love a certain kind of chicken pot pie. I don’t think about getting it, but I would love it if she found one for me. Is this what you mean?”

She said it was. I thought about it some more. If you look back a few years in this blog, you will see that Mrs. Lion had a hard time because I didn’t initiate sex. She had to. She admitted enjoying the sex but didn’t like the lack of romance. I did my best to make it better, but I was unsuccessful.

Eventually, I proposed male chastity as a way of taking initiating out of my hands and making it easy for her. It worked, sorta. Over time, male orgasm control became our only sex. Mrs. Lion, who never had a sexually aggressive personality, simply focused on getting me off after making me wait. Since she has always been more reactive than active about sex, it was a small step to simply ignore it.

I’ve occasionally given her orgasms. After she’s come down, I asked if she had fun. Her answer has always been, “It’s OK.” That made me feel that she didn’t like what I did. My mistake was that I didn’t ask how orgasms felt when she wanted sex. I suspect that I would have gotten the same answer.

If I stop thinking that her response is about me and look at the objective evidence, I would come to a very different conclusion. Mrs. Lion appears to have a very good time when she comes. Apparently, it’s difficult for her to express how it makes her feel afterward.

I asked if I could give her orgasms. She agreed I could. She couldn’t say that she wanted me to give them to her. She agreed that it was just like my chicken pot pie. She wouldn’t think of asking for one but would have fun if an orgasm came along. They’re coming, sweetie. Or should I say, “You’re coming!”

[Mrs. Lion — I tried explaining to Lion that, while an orgasm feels good, being given an orgasm when I don’t want one tends to piss me off. We watch a lot of reruns of the tv show “Mom”. At one point, her mother helps her by taking care of her kids and her response is, “Why is this pissing me off?” I can’t exactly explain why it pisses her off but I completely understand the sentiment.]