Today is our 15th wedding anniversary. We’re spending the day making pickles and jam. Very celebratory of us, I know. But it doesn’t really matter what we do as long as we’re together. Going out isn’t really safe right now and I think we’ve planned hamburgers for dinner, but we’re good. We don’t need anything fancy to celebrate. our wedding was low key and so are we.

I think I sabotaged Lion last night. When we were first starting out playing, he sighed. I took that to mean I wasn’t exciting him enough. He said he might be tired and said maybe we could play earlier today. It’s never a problem when he doesn’t want to play. However, I got the feeling afterward that he really did want to play. He wasn’t sighing because I was boring him. But he does want to play earlier in the day. That’s been hampered by trips to procure pickling supplies and by making said pickles. Today we’re starting earlier, though.

Sometimes I give Lion orgasms on special days. His birthday, for example, or our anniversary. Since we’re on vacation through Monday, I’m not sure I want to end the festivities tonight. Besides, it’s only been nine days since his last orgasm. How horny can he be? Oh, he can be very horny. We’ll see later on when the tiny clothespins come out.

Really? Tiny clothespins? Who decided that? Me. Just now. Consider it a special anniversary present. It’s one that Lion never would have asked for in a million years.

Surprise!

Now Lion will have something to look forward to while we make pickles and jam. At least I’m not making him wear the prickly jock strap. I could very easily tell him to put on the jock strap and his jeans, just to make sure the jock strap is pressed against weenie and the boys. But I’m not. I’m being nice by making him endure the tiny clothespins for mere seconds. Happy anniversary! I know. I’m so nice to him sometimes.

Not only did we find more cucumbers for pickling, we also stumbled upon a larger farm stand with raspberries (Lion had all but given up hope of finding them this season), strawberries and blueberries. The kitchen is full of yummy goodness. Now “all we have to do” is pickle, can and freeze it all.

In the process of driving to find our bounty, Lion committed the sin of interrupting and highjacking my conversation. It’s one thing if he’s agreeing with me or furthering my thought, but sometimes he just goes off and running with his own thought. Even if he just said, “blah, blah, blah” and allowed me to continue, he might not get himself in trouble. It’s when he says, “blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, etc.” that annoys me. I should probably just interrupt him right back, but I usually let him talk himself out and then say, “so…as I was saying” to let him know he’s probably in trouble. And then when I’m done with my thought, I circle back and tell him he’s definitely in trouble. Now he can look forward to his buns being on fire in the not-too-distant future.

(Another thing that’s annoying is interrupting my thought process while writing a post, even if it is for the time-sensitive first stages of pickle making.) [Lion — Is this spankable too?}

When we got home, I told Lion he should finally make his whipped cream that I’ve been waiting for him to make so we could eat berries I bought weeks ago and had to throw out. He likes fresh whipped cream. Real whipped cream, as he is so quick to point out. In direct opposition to my Cool Whip that I can eat right out of the container, thank you very much. I also like fake cheese slices and Twinkies, although I prefer Hostess cupcakes. After he mixed the sugar and heavy cream, he asked me to find a piece for his whipped cream squirter. I have no idea where it is. It used to be in our “junk” drawer and now it’s probably lounging in the bottom of a box somewhere because not everything fits in the drawers in this house like it fit in the drawers in the other house.

I found myself getting annoyed that I’d have to rummage through boxes to find a needle in a haystack. And I’d been so calm on our staycation. There’d been very little stress up to that point. Why can’t Lion just deal with fake whipped cream? I settle for real whipped cream when we don’t have Cool Whip. Actually, he did say he’d be okay with Cool Whip. I’m the one who wanted to get him the real stuff. So I put him in the prickly jockstrap and went to the local market for Redi-Whip, which assures me right on the label that it’s real whipped cream.

I’m not sure how long he was in the jockstrap. I think it was at least an hour, which doesn’t sound like very long unless you’re the one in the prickly jockstrap. Since he has no butt to speak of, the waist strap had to be really tight. He said he wasn’t sure which bothered him more. He certainly had marks from the waist strap. I suggest his suspenders for the future. He dislikes his suspenders too. I took him out because he had to pee, but in hindsight, I should have unzipped the front, allowed him to pee, and then re-zipped him. Next time.

After dinner I whomped his butt. Once he starts bleeding, it’s difficult to tell if he’s actually getting red or if it’s transferred from the paddle. By the way, he was yelping. I assumed I was making my point. Afterward, I’m never sure. He said his buns didn’t hurt much. I could see marks when he stood up but they were just superficial. I doubt he had any lasting effects.

Lion got more prickliness when I wrapped a strip of Velcro around Mr. Weenie. It wasn’t really tight but it did leave a bit of a mark. It’s hard to miss when you’re face down on a weenie. I don’t know how many days it’s been since his orgasm [Lion — Today is 9.], but this morning he said he was horny. I figure he’s got at least until Sunday before he has another orgasm. Maybe longer. I just know I don’t want to give him one too early in our days off. It’s nice to have him horny when I have time to play with him.

Our first batch of dill pickles are pickling. We don’t want to make too many of them because you can’t really preserve them so they need to be refrigerated. The bread and butter pickles, however, are canned so we’re headed back to the pickle farm for more cucumbers. We also got some blueberries and I made Lion some blueberry pancakes this morning. Yum!

I don’t know where else our travels will take us this extended weekend but we’re having fun. If nothing else, we’ve visited a few stores that are a little too far out of the way to fit in on a normal weekend without planning, but they were on the way home from the pickle farm so we finally made it there yesterday. Lion still laughs that there’s such a thing as a pickle farm and it’s near here. I think there’s an everything farm around here. It just depends on how far you’re willing to travel.

Last night when we played, I didn’t really play with Lion. While I was sucking him I did grab his balls but I’m sure that doesn’t rise to the level of play in his mind. I certainly got him hard. My weenie was standing up, tall and proud. And I got Lion to the edge at least once before my upper lip started getting tired. I know. It’s usually the lower jaw that craps out when I give him oral sex. I must have been doing some new kind of pressure with my upper lip that I didn’t even realize I was doing. I guess I’ll need to do some sort of lip exercise to strengthen it. Maybe there’s a Kegel for your mouth.

Lion asked when I want to wax him. We need to start the wax melting about two hours beforehand. First, I have to clear off the waxing table. It’s become a sort of a catchall for things. And I’m thinking we’ll do waxing on the weekend when more people are out and about and we’d like to avoid them. If we can do all our errands and sightseeing on days that other people work, then we won’t have to deal with crowds. I suggested going to the zoo, but Lion reminded me that that probably isn’t a good idea. Um…yup. I forgot. For a split second, I forgot about the virus. Stupid 2020!

jockstrap with points
This is the leather prickly jock.

When we get back from the pickle farm and the pickles are on their way to pickling, I think Lion should wear the prickly jock strap for a while. He thinks I’ve forgotten about it, but I haven’t. Well, I did, but I thought about it last night. I was going to make him wear it this morning, but this morning is already gone. So this afternoon is it. I could make him wear it while we’re gone, but he has enough challenges seeing and walking, especially in bright sunshine, that I don’t want to add one more thing to his plate. He’ll be more comfortable at home…until he tries to sit or move with the prickly jock strap on, that is. [Lion — I guess the chastity device will come off for this torture.]

We were supposed to go away this weekend. I was not looking forward to driving for seven hours. Lion had concerns about his ability to climb in and out of the truck and camper, as well as having to drive so far to get to things we like. We’ve decided, once again, to cancel our plans. Instead, we’ll take some day trips to search for pickling cucumbers and other produce. And I’m sure we’ll find other interesting things. We usually do when we roam the countryside.

lion's pubic hairy patch
For Lion this is a lot of pubic hair. It’s enough to tickle my nose during a blow job.

Lion has also requested a haircut and manscaping. I know he needs manscaping. When I suck him, sometimes my nose gets tickled. I don’t mind. I think it’s funny. But now that he’s back in the cage, it’s more important to keep the hair trimmed or gone so it doesn’t get caught up in the cage.

The other thing I was thinking we could do, and I’m sure Lion won’t protest, is to play more. Instead of a staycation, we’ll have a playcation. Other than when we’re actually making pickles or whatever else we find to preserve, our time is completely ours. No time clocks to punch. No appointments. Just the dog going in and out and in and out. We’ll find other things to do in our downtime, but I think we should concentrate more time on play. I know Lion could use some more attention. Who couldn’t?

Not that he’s complaining. He was perfectly happy with the edging he got last night. Well, not completely happy. I bet he would have loved more. He might have even liked an orgasm. He said, and I quote, “That was intense.” Music to my ears! Keep him horny, keep him happy, cha cha cha. Maybe that could be my new motto.

I knew I didn’t want to give him an orgasm last night. First of all, it’s too soon. But since I concocted the idea of a playcation, giving him an orgasm on the first night would have been silly. He’ll be much hornier by Sunday or Monday. That’s the plan, at least. As long as I don’t push my luck and give him a ruined (or salvaged) orgasm, we’ll be good to go.

Stay tuned,