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We were trying to prepare for the new antenna to be installed yesterday. By Friday night, it was clear it wasn’t going to happen. Neither of us was feeling well. I knew I wasn’t ready from a cleaning-the-house point of view anyway. And, given the wiring that needs to be completed before we can even attempt to get to the actual raising of the antenna, neither was Lion. We worked on some of it yesterday, and today (maybe) we’ll complete it.

My plan was to mow the dog’s lawn, help with some wiring, mow some more, help with more wiring, mow some more, finish any wiring, and finish cleaning. Somewhere along the way, the gardens need tending. This morning, Lion said I do a lot for him. Amen to that!

Speaking of doing things for Lion, I didn’t spank him the other night. I know he wanted me to; in that perverse way he likes to think about spanking but still hates to be spanked. Maybe it was the beginning of my not feeling well. I thought about it, then forgot, then thought about it, and then forgot again. I’ve just got too much on my plate right now with this antenna stuff. I’m hoping, once the thing is up on Tuesday (and hoping it will actually be up on Tuesday), that will be the end of antenna talk for a while. Of course, he’ll still be after me to take my test for a ham radio license. Yeah, yeah. I’ll get to it.

Next weekend is 4th of July weekend. The 4th is actually Tuesday, but close enough. Lion asked me to take the 3rd of so we’d have four days together. I call dibs on at least one of those days for doing what I want to do – nothing. I’ll do meals, but I don’t want to hear about anything else. I’m entering a vegetative state and not coming out of it for 24 hours. For real this time. I know I’ve said it before, but I’m sticking to my guns this time.

Okay. I’m off to help with antenna wires. [Lion — If you’re curious, this is the Link to the site for the antenna that Mrs. Lion will be helping install.]

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On Wednesday night, I tried .40 ml of the super-strength Trimix. At first, I was a little discouraged. I got about 60 percent of a full boner after ten minutes. Mrs. Lion judged it usable, and I put on a constricting ring before getting on the bed for oral sex. Once she started, I could feel myself getting harder. Whoopee! Mrs. Lion worked hard for quite a while. I just couldn’t get near an orgasm. I told her, and she stopped.

When she finished, I removed the constricting ring. Normally, my erection would subside until I stood up again. This time, I stayed hard. Oh boy! When I stood, I got even harder. This was the result I was looking for. After about an hour, my erection got bendable while I was in bed. Standing brought it back. This is an excellent result. There’s no risk that I will have a solid erection for more than two hours. Mrs. Lion thinks that we have the right dose. I’m thinking that I should probably go up another .05 ml and see what happens.

She’s happy with the current result. Now she feels comfortable doing fun things before the main event. I agree that is what I need. Maybe a little more Trimix will push me to an 80 percent erection. That’s what I have read is the best I can expect. I think that the final twenty percent will happen naturally during our activities. This is just fine-tuning. What we have now is very good.

There’s one thing about these chemically-induced boners that I find a little odd.These Trimix injection induced erections have nothing to do with being sexually aroused. For example, on Wednesday night after the oral sex, I was still hard. The erection lasted another hour. I wasn’t interested in sex, but there it was as plain as day. No arousal, just an erection. That’s new.

It made me think about something some guys end up doing at play parties. Apparently, some dominant women find it arousing to lead a naked man around with a leash. No, the leash is not attached to his genitals. Women don’t generally find that idea too interesting. They wear collars around their necks. Can you imagine what it would be like to have a chemically-induced erection that you can’t lose? It would be incredibly humiliating to be led around a crowded party sporting an erection. I’m sure that some of the women would take advantage of the arousal and pet the poor man while they talk to his mistress.

In fact, the first time I heard about penis injections was from a woman who loved to do CBT. She injected her bottom with one of the erection-producing drugs before starting play. The bottom stayed hard regardless of what was done to him. That idea was a big turn-on for me when I chatted with her. An involuntary boner is amazingly humiliating in any public venue. Remember when you were a teenager and boners showed up at highly inappropriate times. Now multiply that embarrassment by a thousand when you’re led around a crowded party, your hard penis out for all to see.

That’s not what it’s like around the house when I have my Trimix boner, and I’m trying to do ordinary non-sexual activities. It’s just odd. I’m pretty sure that I would be aroused in the public setting. Humiliation is a turn-on, at least asa fantasy. Anyway, We’ll see what happens when I get my next injection. It should be fun. Right, Mrs. Lion?

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When I washed the dinner dishes last night, I noticed Lion’s coffee cup wasn’t in the sink. The coffee pot was set up. He’d been in the kitchen. Where was the cup? I could have gone and gotten it so I could wash it, but it’s not my job. Yes, I wound up getting it this morning to wash it. I can’t tell you what the difference is. He was getting spanked no matter when the cup was washed.

There was a comment on my Wimpy Butt post. Julie, of Strict Julie Spanked fame, shared how she spanks her husband. It was similar to what I used to do to Lion. I could read him and know if I could spank harder or if I had to back off. Then the spankings trailed off. By the time I got around to giving him a “just because” spanking, his butt had reverted to its virgin state. Luckily, he missed the coffee cup. [Lion — Lucky for who?]

Lion invited one of his newfound ham radio friends over to help install the ham antenna on Saturday. The house is a wreck. I’ve been doing ham radio stuff for the past few weekends when I wanted to start cleaning. Suddenly, I need to clean in two days. And they aren’t even full days. It’s just whatever I can do after work. Pantry, get ready. A whole bunch of stuff is heading your way.

Despite the whirlwind cleaning, I still want to spank Lion tonight. He did another round of boner juice last night, and I know he’ll want to try again soon. I don’t want to spank him when he’s doing an injection. Beforehand would kill the mood. Afterward would be dangerous. He can’t tuck a juiced-up boner under him for spanking.

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I didn’t get any frustrations taken out on the ground rod simply because the frustration was the ground rod. Well, it wasn’t entirely all of the frustrations. When we were out on Saturday, Lion was listening to his ham radio in the car. While I was picking up his contacts, he was talking to one of his newfound friends. I know he was considering asking for help setting up the new antenna. I didn’t know if he had. Toward the end of the conversation, the friend said it sounded like the antenna setup will be long and frustrating, but it’s a hobby, after all.

I’m starting to think ham radio operators are like car enthusiasts. They talk about the radio they have, the radio they want, how they have the radio set up, and what antenna they have/want. It’s a series of model numbers and frequencies that only make any sense if you’re a ham radio operator. Any time I’ve gone to car shows, it was to see old cars or cool paint jobs. I don’t care what size engine it has or how long it took to put the widget on the whatchamacallit. I envision getting my ham radio license only never to use it. I don’t care about model numbers and frequencies. Anyway, I have to hook up the ground wire to the ground rod, and then we’ll have fun with the next antenna.

I think the thing that’s annoying me most about this radio thing is that everything needs to be done right now. Right this minute. Let’s go! Didn’t I climb on the roof to put up an antenna already? Yup. But the signal can’t reach Guam. We need a bigger antenna. Now! It was supposed to get here tomorrow, but it arrived today. Why haven’t I installed it yet? Time’s a-wastin’.

I know he wants to try the boner juice again. But he also wants to start putting the antenna together. Which will win? Decisions, decisions.