I had to go pick up my new glasses after work yesterday. I asked Lion if he wanted me to bring back dinner or if he wanted to come with me and eat out. He decided to come with me because the new COVID vaccines are available. We’re travelling east in a few weeks, and it makes sense to get the latest and greatest version before then. We went for dinner afterwards.

When we got home, I don’t know if he was waiting for me to tell him to do a boner shot or if he just wasn’t interested at that point. We’ve been having a hard time getting things going again. I’d like if he’d tell/ask me about doing a shot. He’d like me to be the initiator. Why am I always the initiator? Because that’s the way Lion likes it. Fine. I’ll be the initiator. However, it’s up to him to tell me if it’s not a good time (for him) to do a shot. He has to take some responsibility.

We’re heading out to find some cider. One of the things we miss about New York, is the ability to get good food. For some reason, all apples around here are derived from red delicious. It doesn’t seem to make the best cider. And the cider we can find is usually pasteurized. I found a place that has a 117-year-old cider press and, supposedly, fresh cider. It’s worth a try. At the very least, we’ve gone on an adventure.

Later on, I’ll find the damn restraints and have him do a boner shot. At this point, I’m willing to tie him up with zip ties if I can’t find the restraints. Socks. Anything. Many years ago, I locked him to a chain on the bed with just enough lead to make it to the bathroom. Do I need to do that again? I’d have to find the chain. It’s probably with the other restraints.

Lion wasn’t feeling well yesterday. He was tired and just generally yucky. We talked about the possibility of his having COVID. I took a test at some point last week and it was negative. When I had COVID, it was nearly impossible for me to finish mowing the lawn. I was tired, achy and generally yucky. Perhaps because I was negative last week and we haven’t been anywhere in over a week, we decided he didn’t need to take a test. He feels better today.

I think our summer is officially over. We’re back to “sun breaks,” which is what most of the country calls mostly cloudy. Apparently with so little sun around here for nine months, they had to come up with a more optimistic term. The temperature is hovering around the 60-degree mark during the day and in the 40s at night. It’s time to pull the A/Cs out of the windows.

I still haven’t looked for the restraints. If the dog would leave things alone, I wouldn’t have to hide them so well. Once I change the bed, I’ll see if I can find them. I’m sure Lion wants to do a boner shot, and he’s been hinting about the restraints for a long time. I guess he really wants to be tied up. When doesn’t he? He may change his mind once I have him tied up, especially if I break out the IcyHot or tiny clothespins. [Lion — Uh oh.]

Lion has yet another reprieve from setting up the coffee pot. I won’t say he broke it on purpose, but…. (If I really thought he broke it on purpose, we’d have bigger problems than the coffee pot.) I don’t know how long it will be before the new one gets here, but he’s off the hook until then.

Ironically, I was thinking he should have a spanking just because I’m sure he’s done something to annoy me. I’ve been letting him get away with interrupting me. And a few times, after he’s interrupted me, he’s not only said what I was going to say but also gone on to mansplain all about it. It seems to me that warrants a spanking. Apparently, he can’t make it very long before he needs a refresher course on the physics of paddle-meets-butt.

I’m almost positive he was dreaming of a boner shot. Nope. Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night and my sinuses are bothering me, so I can only muster enough strength for a spanking or play, but not both. He’ll have to wait for the boner shot.

We watched our football team absolutely stink up the field for the first half of yesterday’s game. It felt like it was going to be a repeat performance of last week’s debacle. I don’t know what was said in the locker room at halftime, but they came out and did a complete 180. True to form, they took it to the last possible minute before winning. I swear they’re going to give me an ulcer or a heart attack. (I really am glad football is back.)

This morning, I started soaking beans for another try at minestrone soup. Our first batch was good, but it needed more liquid. It was more of a chowder or stew than soup. Once the soup is on its merry way, I can take the garbage out to the curb and whomp a Lion butt. I may have to prioritize things, but I won’t forget to punish him.

clothespins on lion's balls

It seems Lion didn’t know he was the one who had to decide when to do a boner shot. Have I not been saying it for at least a week now? I even mentioned that it might be difficult for him because he has a hard time initiating. It doesn’t make any sense for me to decide when to do it because if he’s not in the mood, there’s no reason to waste the boner juice. Could he get in the mood if I make him do one and then tie him to the bed? Of course. However, I don’t want to take that chance. [Lion — No risk there! That would be big fun!]

Once again, he forgot to do his workday email. I didn’t even notice. I’ve been learning yet another new thing at work, and I guess I’ve been preoccupied with that. When I read his post for today, I realized he had forgotten. We both forgot. Last night, I wasn’t in the mood to spank him. I was waiting for him to do a boner shot after his shower. For a long time, he said one problem with his not being able to get an erection was that we played too late. He wanted sex earlier. I guess now that he can have a boner on demand, we don’t have to play early.

After dinner, when our bellies were full of minestrone soup, he asked me to bring him the Edex. I hadn’t planned what I was going to do to him. I still haven’t looked for the restraints. But clothespins and rope are usually easy to find. I picked clothespins. He did the shot, and I did the clothespins. In between yanking on the clothespins, I yanked on the weenie. And when I’d pulled all the clothespins off, slowly over time, I asked if he wanted me to suck him. Silly question, I know.

I admit it. I was mean. I got him going, and I stopped when he was getting close. Meanie. He was surprised. I’ve been somewhat afraid to edge him again, but since we’re back to playing, I figured edging is back on the table, too. I considered doing it a second time, but I really wanted him to have an orgasm, and stopping again might have made that less possible. So, he had his orgasm, and I had my cream filling.