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For some reason, Mrs. Lion got the idea that anal play could supplement the pelvic floor therapy I get from the CMS machine. It uses an anal probe to cause the pelvic floor muscles to contract. When I feel the action, I squeeze at the same time. The idea is to strengthen the muscles and help my brain get a better connection to them. This therapy seems to be working. My orgasm last week produced some semen. I’m very glad of that.

Another reason that I gave her some cream filling was the activities before the oral sex began. She spent a long time with clothespins, my balls, and of course my penis. All the sexual stimulation gave my body the chance to prepare for the grand finale. It had been just five days since my last orgasm, so my motor hadn’t gone completely cold yet. I don’t think she realizes how important stimulation is between opportunities to ejaculate.

It isn’t exactly foreplay. I need more than achieving an erection every day or two to maintain the necessary charge in my battery. True edging works; just getting close doesn’t seem to do as well. We both know this. Lately, there are more and more reasons why nothing sexual happens for days and then, when it does, the level of intensity isn’t high enough to help very much.

This isn’t Mrs. Lion’s fault. It’s just the reality of my sexuality. Just as my pelvic floor needs recharging using the CMS machine, my sexual systems need similar help. I think that part of the problem is just normal aging. Perhaps a significant part is the orgasm control we’ve been practicing for almost a decade. The “use it or lose it” concept may apply to male sexuality. Or, it may just be me.

We’re in a difficult situation. Because my lioness doesn’t want sex for herself, there’s always pressure to try to allow me to enjoy something approaching a normal sex life. Our sex life was never normal in the vanilla sense, but it was fun. Currently, it’s my sex life and it’s off-the-charts abnormal. It’s no one’s fault that it is. The effect is cumulative. I don’t think Mrs. Lion knows how exciting it was to give her an orgasm. She also doesn’t know how much it hurts when I see that she is tired and achy and still wants to give me a blow job.

Maybe it was a mistake to train me not to jerk off. It’s true that I never really liked doing it, but I didn’t bother anyone when I did. I have no idea how to make this better. All I know is that I want to find a way.

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Mrs. Lion writes about what is or isn’t happening in our lives. My posts are supposed to be wider-ranging.  I’m also responsible for maintaining the blog, including adding images to our posts. I’m not sure that’s the best idea. It would be very interesting to see what pictures Mrs. Lion would add to her posts, and perhaps mine.

I’m pretty sure that her choices would be very different. It’s true that the subject matter is generally limited to me. I don’t think that matters. I’ve noticed that women don’t often pick images of themselves or their partners that include genitals. If they do, they aren’t the center of attention. Bottoms, arses in England, are very common in images of both sexes. Obviously, my penis has to be front and center when illustrating CBT. Illuminating the results of a spanking requires a clinical view of my butt, or does it? Perhaps one reason that more men than women read our blog is the distinctly male flavor of the images.

My lioness isn’t usually inclined to take pictures beyond the requests I make for the blog. There are almost none of my face, for example. When we travel, I generally take the pictures. It would be hard to find any, including me. I wonder what we would see if Mrs. Lion took the main image for each post here. Would you see more of my uninjured butt? Would illustrations be more emotionally suggestive?

I could help with processing. Mrs. Lion doesn’t know how to use Photoshop. Maybe I could work under her direction to enhance the content. Most interesting to me, I could see myself the way she sees me; or the way she wants you to see me. Would that bring in more female readers? Probably not.

Even if she only illustrates her own posts, we would get a visual sense of her point of view. Photography doesn’t have to be an exercise in fine art. I think it is at its best when it shows us what the world looks like through someone else’s eyes. What do you think, Mrs. Lion?

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Monday night was sex and cuddle-free. The clothespins never materialized, and I have no idea what happened. We both had a lot of trouble sleeping. I managed less than three hours of sleep. Mrs. Lion did a little better. I’m sure that’s going to make tonight more difficult. I’ve been in writing mode. That tends to depress my libido. My Tuesday morning was occupied filing for my Trusted Traveller membership renewal. It’s the TSA Precheck on steroids. Even though it was just a renewal, completing the online form took over an hour.

I haven’t been thinking much about sex. Every time I walk out of the bedroom, I have to think about spanking. Mrs. Lion’s implements are in a shoe holder hanging on the back of our bedroom door. While I might be reminded, I have absolutely no interest in riding the spanking bench again. No wonder I didn’t write a post yesterday.

Am I putting you to sleep? I’m putting myself out. Every so often, I think about past adventures, not so much to reminisce but to offer myself critical feedback. This is generally useless since I won’t be doing them again. Still, it is interesting to look back this way. For example, when I was in a triad with two women (they were a lesbian couple before inviting me in), our “group sex” was always me having sex with one of them. The next night it would be me with the other woman.

It didn’t take us long to alternate weekends as couples. It never occurred to us that we should make sure that all three of us had orgasms each time. Duh! It may be that because the women considered me a novelty, they never thought that the two of us who fucked should satisfy the woman who was left out. Simply by assuring everyone had fun every time, we would’ve had a reason not to break off into couples.

I have no idea why this particular thought occupied my attention. If that triad lasted more than the year and a half it did, I might not have met Mrs. Lion. That would have been terrible. She is the love of my life. I’m sure I’ve made lots of mistakes with her. I’m glad that none of them are serious enough to break us up.

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Mrs. Lion was right. I didn’t mention my Friday night orgasm. I didn’t write a post for Sunday morning. Other than the orgasm, I didn’t have anything to write about. My attention is focused on my other writing, which drains everything out of me.

Missing a day used to matter a lot more to me. After over 5,500 posts (I wrote half), the well sometimes runs dry. I’m also nearly a decade older than when we started this blog. More people have seen my genitals than most porn stars. Every single orgasm is documented here.

There have to be times when the well runs dry. Is this one of them? Writing is hard work. Blogging isn’t the same as serious writing. It’s more extemporaneous than fiction. I don’t rework every thought before I send it out to you. Still, I do need something to say. Right now, nothing occurs to me.

I have one small bit of news. Evotion is having a “private sale.” They are offering a few “surplus” devices. You can save some money if one happens to be your size. I have their Orion model. It’s comfortable and doesn’t make my pee spray everywhere.

Mrs. Lion cleaned up our living room yesterday. I like that a lot. We can sit on the couch and watch TV. I can also use the treadmill if I get off my ass. Right now, I’m tired and want to take a nap. An afternoon snooze (Sunday) is in order.

More tomorrow.