When Lion made his appointment with the neurologist, I said I hoped all his ailments could be explained by one thing and solved quickly. Things didn’t quite work out the way I hoped. I thought maybe an added medication would take care of it. Perhaps a medication change. Something simple. I never thought Lion would need spinal surgery. That’s pretty scary.

Despite what Lion thinks, my main concern isn’t that he’ll die on the operating table, although I do realize it’s a possibility. My main concern is that he’ll be in a lot of pain for a long time afterward. He’s not a patient patient. He wants the pain gone now. Right now! As someone who lives with near constant pain, I know it doesn’t usually work that way. Counting the seconds until pain medication takes effect is a good way to drive yourself crazy. It always reminds me of my nieces and their asthma. During an attack, it’s important to keep calm because getting upset will make it harder to breathe. But it’s hard to keep calm because it’s hard to breathe. The more upset you get the harder it is to breathe and the harder it is to breathe the more upset you get. Round and round until the medication kicks in. Focusing on the pain almost guarantees it will be more painful.

Lion will meet with a pain specialist to see what can be done about pain management. In addition to medication, I hope they’ll teach him some sort of coping mechanism. I know it’s different types of pain, but Lamaze for childbirth is great. Of course, contractions last only a short time, but the point is to focus on a spot on the wall, for example, instead of the pain. I’ve used the breathing technique when my pain gets more acute. I’ve heard meditation also works although I’ve never really tried it myself.

From the sound of it, the surgery is not as bad as we’d read about. Rather than being laid up for over a month, it’s possible Lion will be back to somewhat-normal in a few weeks. He should be able to get himself to the bathroom with minimal help by the time he gets home. He’ll still be restricted, of course. No lifting over fifteen pounds. I assume he won’t be able to drive for a few weeks. Obviously, if he’s on narcotics, he won’t be driving anyway. I don’t anticipate him being as bedridden as he was with his shoulder surgery. He’s encouraged to walk around. As long as he’s coherent, he could even work from home relatively soon.

I know things don’t always go as planned during surgery. There may be complications. Lion may just take longer to heal. He may not feel like being up and around very much. Whatever happens, I’ll be right here for him.

Lion fell again yesterday and hurt his ankle. He has a few appointments this afternoon so I’m playing chauffeur again. It’s easier for me to drop him off at the door and park the car. There’s much less walking involved for Lion.

To my surprise, Lion was horny last night. I figured the pain of his ankle would overshadow any thoughts of orgasm. It turns out I was half right. He was horny and looking for play. When I went all the way to orgasm he was disappointed. Not only because his ankle hurt, but also because I said in my post I was going to make him wait.

How can he be disappointed with an orgasm? Yes, it was “only” a five day wait, but not many men would be disappointed with an orgasm. If I stopped twenty guys of all ages on the street and told them they’d be having an orgasm tonight they’d likely say, “Hell, yes!” They’re guys. Isn’t having an orgasm always on their top ten list?

This isn’t the first time Lion has been disappointed in having an orgasm. Sometimes he just thought I was going to make him wait. That’s fine. I want him to think that. I don’t think he should ever feel confident that he’ll have an orgasm. If he thinks, “Tonight’s the night!” and it isn’t, that’s perfect. If he thinks, “I want an orgasm so bad and she won’t give me one” and I do, that’s perfect too. But if it’s my decision when he gets an orgasm then he shouldn’t be disappointed when he gets one.

I thought I was being nice. I was trying to take his mind off of his aching ankle. I was trying to relieve the stress of being hurt again and not knowing if he can make it to his appointments today without my help. Ironically, that’s why he didn’t want an orgasm.

I think Lion enjoys causing himself trouble. Let’s examine his track record:

He started off by asking me to spank him all those years ago. Then he introduced other evil ways to torture him. Several years ago he suggested male chastity. More recently, he came up with the idea of putting me in charge. I am now responsible for his orgasms, behavior, and whether or not he has access to his favorite toy.

Is he out of his mind?

Maybe.

This morning he suggested we up the ante for our football spanking/zapping game. Since we both hate the Patriots, he proposed a change in the amount of swats he receives when they score. I’ve agreed. He will now receive four swats for every Patriot point scored. Maybe he should receive ice cubes for his sore buns when the Rams score.

Of course, another possibility is to have the same amount of swats for each team’s score but use a meaner paddle for the Patriots. Or I could reduce the number of Rams swats to one per point. As you can see, there are any number of permutations. I just really, really, really don’t want the Patriots to win.

Lion is safely locked in his locking cock ring again. Not that that makes much difference. He can still touch my weenie. But it also reminds him (I hope) that he shouldn’t. I also hope it reminds him how horny he is and that I’m the only one who can remedy that situation. And no, I don’t plan to remedy it right away. I’m enjoying his frustration too much.

lion's hairless butt
Lion wasn’t very hairy in back. Now his butt is as smooth as a baby’s
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The good thing is that Lion isn’t even half as furry on his posterior as he is on his anterior. Waxing the second day doesn’t take much time at all. I’m glad I’ve been doing the front first. That way, if I’m achy the next day, I don’t have too much to do. I don’t doubt I’ve missed spots along the way, but he’s 99.9% clear. I was thinking last night that we should have some minor waxing supplies upstairs for patches I find.

Since he was smooth as a baby’s butt and horny, I decided he should have some oral attention. It’s a little more difficult to edge him from that position, but I’m game. Generally when I take my position between his legs, he assumes he’s getting an orgasm. I’ve been trying to dissuade him from thinking that.

Sometimes I don’t fit as well on the bed as I’d like. If my leg falls with the foot board above or below my knee I’m fine. Last night it was exactly at my knee. I made the best of it. I managed to get him to the edge once before I stopped. He was sure he was heading for home. Not so, my pet. He hasn’t had much of a wait at all. [Lion — 3 days]

Afterwards I told him it could have been worse. If I hadn’t played with him at all and just left him horny, I thought it would be worse. He says no. Silly boy. He loves being tortured. He loves the attention. He loves being frustrated.

I was thinking about locking Lion in the cock ring but I forgot. Just before bed he said he hasn’t been locked up in a long time. It’s true. I toyed with the idea of locking him before I went to work but I’ve been trying to get out of the house earlier because traffic has been bad. I’ll have to ask Lion to remind me to lock him away tonight.