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I usually write my posts the day before they are published. This is because they are released at 5 AM my time. Sorry, I’m not getting up at 4 AM to write my post. Anyway, it’s just before noon on Saturday. So far, it’s been a quiet morning. Mrs. Lion wrote her post and asked me to read it. She may or may not be promising to make me wear panties today or tomorrow, or sometimes. It isn’t clear to me.

She wondered if my kegel exercises with an EMS machine might make anal play easier. It’s possible. The probe I use is six inches long and one inch in diameter. I lube it with conductive jelly. I have difficulty getting enough on the probe and then up my ass. I ordered a lube injector and will use that to “pave the way” for the probe. No, it doesn’t feel particularly enjoyable to use it. Anal activity is uncomfortable for me. With practice, I can learn to accept larger visitors. From time to time, Mrs. Lion likes to play back there.

She seems to have lost interest in most of the stuff we used to do. I suppose it’s natural for this to happen. Sporadic play is often more disruptive than fun for me. I also get into the habit of not being played with. I don’t necessarily welcome it when it happens the first time after a hiatus. If the next session comes within a day or two, I am prepared and welcoming.

That’s not to say I won’t enjoy the attention. I absolutely will. Do I like wearing panties? No, not particularly. They don’t fit well around my male anatomy. I’m always aware that they are on. Since nobody sees me in them, I’m not particularly embarrassed wearing them. I like the feeling of being “forced” to wear them by Mrs. Lion. I like it when she does things that demonstrate her power. That’s what makes anal play fun even though it’s uncomfortable.

Things change if she makes me go out in panties or a diaper. Then I am very aware of the potential for humiliation. During a power failure, I got the same feeling when we went to a local rec center to shower. I was very aware of my hairlessness when in the locker room and community shower. That was a few years ago. Since then, I’ve lost my shyness about that.

I suppose that if I had to wear panties all of the time, I’d stop worrying about discovery. Maybe I wouldn’t. I don’t want to find out.

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In: Communication, Panties

The thought occurred to me today that, since Lion has been self-stimulating himself, he might be more ready for anal action. I don’t know if this is the case. I’m assuming the probe has loosened him up somewhat. If nothing else, he’s probably used to something invading his posterior. Of course, the opposite might be true. Or, in fact, any other anal invasion could reverse the good the stimulation is doing. That last idea just came to me.

I wasn’t chomping at the bit to do anal activity. I know Lion likes some attention here and there. It was only because he’s been stimulating his muscles or prostate or whatever the probe is doing that I thought about anything anal. For all I know, the anal we’ve done in the past could be the cause of his problem now. On the other hand, maybe doing more anal might have headed off his issue. I just don’t know. I’m not sure anyone does. We’ll discuss this and get back to you. [Lion — The EMS stimulation is building up my pelvic floor muscles (kegel), which has nothing to do with anal play. My prostate is uninvolved. If she likes, Mrs. Lion can insert the probe.]

Today is the first day of my “coming attractions” experiment. Can I give Lion hints about what’s to come without sending an email? I’ve left things on the bed in the past, and he’d wondered if they were there as a precursor of future play. Sometimes it was. I put it there so I wouldn’t forget. Other times, it was just there because I hadn’t gotten around to putting it away yet. For the past few days, I’ve been thinking about putting the frilly panties on the bed at night and telling him I expect him to wear them the next day. And then I forget to do it. I could put them on the bed now and tell him to wear them after lunch. I could even put them there now and tell him he’s wearing them tomorrow. Assuming I can remember, I’ll do one of those.

I have a lot to do around here today. Things have been piling up. Along the way, I’ll drop hints for Lion about what will happen later. It’s not just the panties he’ll have to think about.

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In: Sex
lion's tied balls

Mrs. Lion’s last post, “One Good Electro-Stimulator Deserves Another,” makes me sound pretty selfish. Maybe I am. In her eyes, it appears that way. [Mrs. Lion — No, not selfish. Just sending mixed signals sometimes.] She didn’t tell me that she had heartburn. She just said that she wasn’t hungry after a big lunch. She had been promising oral sex for days. [Mrs. Lion — See? I promised and didn’t deliver. That’s why I stopped promising things in emails.] If she didn’t feel up to it, I would have been very happy to wait. I didn’t get a chance to express my opinion.

It’s clear that Mrs. Lion is upset about what I wrote. Let’s face it, sex is a difficult subject to handle when things aren’t working very well. Mrs. Lion tries very hard to give me good sex. I admit that sometimes what I say I want is contradictory. She used the example of me telling her that before she starts tying up my balls or putting IcyHot on them, it helps to play with my cock and get me hard. Yesterday, I wrote that just going for my penis doesn’t work reliably. Contradictory, right?

Not exactly. Yesterday, I wrote about how I need to be prepared mentally. Since we can’t make out and do normal foreplay, coming attractions help get my motor running. I’m not contradicting myself. The coming attraction gets me ready for fun. Then, when Mrs. Lion is ready to begin the festivities, the direct stimulation will prepare me for burning balls. If I had no time to consider my upcoming fate, the penis play isn’t nearly as hot. [Mrs. Lion — I wonder how much of a coming attraction he needs. It may be even more doable without emails since I’m home. Not much can change on my 20 foot commute to the bedroom.]

My EMS electrostimulation has helped with urinary urgency, but Thursday’s orgasm was dry. About an hour later, some sticky fluid leaked out of my penis. I think it was a little semen. I have an appointment with a urologist in a couple of weeks to look into this problem. Meanwhile, the lion well is running dry.

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In: Sex, Orgasm
magic wand on my hard penis

Nothing pumps up the ego like hearing you’re doing a worse job than you thought you were doing. When I promised Lion things by email and didn’t follow through, he felt bad. I stopped promising. I know he doesn’t really like it when I go straight to it, but don’t I need to know if he’s interested?

If he’s breathing, he’s interested. Not so. He needs warmup just like I did. Apparently, it can’t just be playing with his weenie. That makes sense, to some extent. He likes something more than just playing with his weenie to start his engine. When I put clothespins on his balls, he tells me it would be better if I got things started by playing with his weenie first. And men say they don’t understand women.

I didn’t eat dinner last night. I had heartburn and assumed I had eaten too much for lunch. During training, we were provided with breakfast and lunch. Thursday was tacos. I didn’t think I ate too much at the time. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe it was the sauce. Maybe it was mixing the sauces. Whatever the cause, I didn’t feel like eating. I still wanted to give Lion attention, but oral didn’t seem like a great idea. For whatever reason, I brought out the Magic Wand.

I told Lion if he was doing electrical stimulation in the back, I could do it in the front. I was thinking if I got him going, maybe I could still suck him. Then I thought I’d just edge him. Then I wondered if we’d get anything from a Magic Wand orgasm. I waffled a bit between edging and orgasm.

If I gave him an orgasm last night, would he be ready for more action at some point over the weekend or would it be too soon? If I edged him, I could give him an oral orgasm tonight. Admittedly, I kept thinking yesterday was Friday, so assuming he might be down for the count made more sense.

At any rate, things were going well. I changed to a more sustainable position and kept going. Lion was having fun. He was getting closer. What the hell. Even if he couldn’t get excited again for the rest of the weekend, an orgasm is always nice. Of course, afterward, he told me he was looking forward to an oral orgasm. Can’t win. Luckily, I don’t give up easily. Or maybe I’m just stupid. Either way, he’ll have another chance to strut his stuff now that it’s actually the weekend.