Blogging is an odd form of journalism. Anyone can publish a blog. There are two large, free platforms that most bloggers use. Some blogs are published by large companies as part of their corporate communications. Some, like ours, are mom-and-pop operations that are self-hosted on Internet service providers. We are cloud-based and not subject to any censorship. is one of the free providers. It hosts millions of websites. It also censors sexual content and will take a blog offline without any warning. Blogger, a Google service, is the other. It currently puts warning interstitial pages in front of blogs with explicit content. So far, it hasn’t booted anyone off the Net for sexual content.

Sometimes, it’s easy to understand why someone is publishing a blog. Other times, it’s a mystery. The majority of sex bloggers maintain strict anonymity. That makes sense. We don’t reveal details of our sex lives to casual acquaintances.

I think that a lot of us want a chance to share those details with people who share our interests. I’m not sure I could say what I write here from person to person in our living room. I wonder how it would feel actually to meet a reader. Would we be able to chat about our sexual activities? I would like that, I think.

Lion spread eagle and hard
This is the old picture of me before the diet. Tomorrow, you can see the change losing 40 pounds makes.

Speaking of activities, one thing or another kept getting in the way of our planned bondage/CBT session. I think the stars are aligned now, and we might be able to play finally. I’ll ask Mrs. Lion to take a picture so you can look at what she did to me. I’m also curious to see what I look like. I’ve lost over forty pounds since the last time a picture was taken of me tied to the bed.

I think the new picture (see it tomorrow) will be the first of my entire body since I started dieting. The images posted since I started (January 2023), have been of my spanked bottom or my genitals. Neither area has changed much since I started the diet. My plan is to lose another ten pounds. We’ll have to see.

Another interesting (to me, at least) comparison will be any changes in my erection. The one I’m sporting in the image to the right is all-natural with no pharmaceutical help. The one in tomorrow’s picture will be generated by Edex. So far, ejaculations from Edex boners have been very juicy. Before the injections, I almost never produced any fluid. Enough about my penis. Stay tuned to see if we have a new adventure.

Yesterday after work, I changed the bed. I didn’t realize the comforter was still damp until I had it on the bed. I offered to put a towel down as a barrier between the dampness and the Lion. He said we didn’t need to play. Well, yeah. We don’t need to play, but I thought he wanted to. Maybe he thought I didn’t want to.

I’m unsure if I should take no for an answer tonight. Unless he’s sick, I should tie him to the bed and go from there. If he resists (why would he?), I could even tie him down and then give him the boner shot. I don’t think I’ll have any issues with him. He wants this, after all, right? I mean, he may not want IcyHot on his balls while it’s burning, but he likes the idea of it. Well, he likes the idea of me doing things to him even if he doesn’t like it at the time. I don’t know why. [Lion — Me either.]

It still does not make any sense to me why he wants me to be in charge of him even for a minute. I would never stop a cop, tell him I’d been speeding a few miles back, and beg him to give me a ticket. I know eating my veggies is good for me, but I never think fondly of eating them. If I’m lusting after food, it’s probably a hamburger or pizza. I can’t wrap my head around why Lion craves a spanking or being helplessly bound to the bed. He finds nothing appealing about being stuck in traffic. To me, that’s sort of the same thing. I can’t go anywhere. I’m trapped between the car in front of me and the car behind me. Maybe there are even cars on both sides. I’m in traffic bondage. No, thank you. Thank you, but no.

Can someone explain to me what the appeal is? So far, Lion hasn’t been able to. On the other hand, maybe I do understand it to some extent. We love our football team even though they torture us by losing more often than not. Why do we do that?

I guess I wasn’t over my fatigue. I was out of sorts on Monday night, so nothing happened. Today, Tuesday seems much more promising. I went back to sleep after Mrs. Lion started work and slept from 8:30 to 11:30. I think that I’m finally rested and potentially ready for action. I’m not sure what that action will be, but it is likely to include the newly uncovered bondage gear.

A small poll on Twitter asks how our readers feel about pictures of my penis (give your opinion here). So far, half of the people like the pictures, about 15 percent are aroused by them, 21 percent are indifferent, and 15 percent don’t like them. That means a whopping 65 percent enjoy the view. That figure surprises me. I figured the number of people who like seeing my penis would be considerably smaller. I’m delighted that a significant number are aroused by the images. How cool is that? According to the vendor of some of our features, we’ve had 5,260,000 views over the time they’ve monitored our site. That’s been about half of our ten-year history. Conservatively, a million of those views were of pages with views of my privates. It’s a relief to know that I didn’t turn off all those people.

One of the drawbacks of being an independent blogger (I don’t use any of the standard blogging platforms) is that automatic lifetime stats aren’t available. It doesn’t really matter beyond bragging rights. I’m happy to know that we have a lot of readers who enjoy our content.

The decision to show my naughty bits was both easy and challenging. It was easy because it would be difficult to identify me using any of that image. My erection is pretty much the same as any other male of Northern European descent. I suspect that Mrs. Lion could pick me out in a “lineup.” The challenge is that this intimate exposure is still humiliating, even with anonymity. What you see is me, not some image I picked up on the web.

Many bloggers Google images and illustrate their posts with them. Some image searches I’ve made reveal that my penis has appeared  (without permission) on quite a few sites. It’s easy to support the presentation of a fantasy as reality if you steal your images. Other sites will just use silly memes as illustrations. It’s a way to appear to illustrate your topic honestly while showing no evidence of its accuracy in the blogger’s life.

Based on that very tiny poll (so far, it has days to run), we are doing the right thing with intimate photography. Since we self-host our blog, we don’t have nannies threatening to shut us down because (gasp) I reveal my penis. Whew!

I wasn’t up for anything this weekend. I was tired and napped on both Saturday and Sunday. I suspect it was a reaction to my Moderna COVID-19 vaccine shot Friday evening. Prior to this one, I received the Pfizer version, and it had no side effects. That wasn’t available here right now, and we both wanted to get the latest shop before we go east next month.

I’m back to my old self today. Mrs. Lion emailed me that we will make use of the restraints she unearthed this past weekend. That will be fun, maybe. This will be the first time that I will be restrained while sporting an Edex-produced erection. No matter what she does to me, I won’t be able to get soft. Even if she gives me an orgasm, I will remain hard and available.

This has been true as long as I have been using the injections. Mrs. Lion hasn’t made use of this yet. There is something amazingly. vulnerable about having an erection that is not related to sexual arousal. Just as wearing a male chastity device takes away the ability to get hard, an Edex injection turns my penis into a living dildo that will remain hard for a couple of hours whether or not it is having a good time.

Aside from the restored ability to have sex, erection injections can also be part of a power exchange. Loss of control is hot. Under normal conditions, a man has to be sexually aroused to get hard. That means his erection is a signal that he likes what is happening to him. With the injection, the erection is visible to anyone who cares to see. He must be having a good time, right? You get the idea.

I’m not sure that we have reached the point where we want to play this way. Sexual arousal has always been part of the BDSM picture for me. I don’t think I’m ready to change that.