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In: CBT

We had a busy day yesterday. In the process we stumbled across a bagel shop and found a few other things we might need to check out sometime in the future. It reminded me of our camping trips when we go off in search of adventure. We find some pretty great things along the way. We came home with our purchases and Lion discovered the Amazon Fresh deal he wrote about in his post this morning.

Since we’d been to an Italian bakery, we bought a loaf of Italian bread and I decided to make lasagna or ziti, depending on what kind of pasta we had at home, and some garlic bread. As Lion made the list for Amazon Fresh, I put away the bagels and started on the ziti. I still had doggie ice cream to make, which I finished by dinner time. I was a well-oiled machine.

Luckily I still had some energy left for Lion. I’m not sure how lucky he felt when I started by putting clothespins on his nipples. He hates that. And that is exactly why I do it. (*evil grin*) I put more clothespins on Lion’s balls, starting on his perineum. I put a few on, then play with my weenie for a minute or two, put some more on, play with my weenie again, rinse and repeat.

I decided to go right up the middle. I made sure they were close together. I know there are some spots that are more painful than others and I didn’t want to take a chance at missing them. Plus, I wanted to see how many clothespins I could get on by just heading right down the middle of main street. It turns out the number is 23.

Of course, I tugged and pulled on them as I jerked him off. I can’t leave well enough alone, can I? I’d already removed his nipple clothespins after flicking them with my fingers a few times. Painful! So the only clothespins I had left were the ones on his balls. Naturally I tried to tug on the ones I thought were in the most painful areas. Why not?

As I got him hornier and hornier, I pulled off random clothespins. Some of them hurt a lot. Others did not. By the time I had them all off, Lion was panting. He wanted to come. I admit I got him closer and closer than I normally would have. I was hoping he would start bucking into my hand. Sadly, he did not. What he did do is point his toes and tense every muscle in his legs. I thought he might levitate off the bed. In the end, he was working so hard at trying to come, almost coming, recovering to try again that I had to let him go all the way.

Yes, I know. It had only been two days. He could have waited longer. Maybe he should have waited longer. Maybe, maybe, maybe. The only thing that really matters is that I wanted him to come.

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In: Health and safety, Mrs Lion Comments

Some months ago my doctor recommended I see a sleep specialist. I pushed it off, as I do most recommendations involving specialists. Since then my doctor retired and yesterday I saw a new doctor. She explained why a sleep specialist would be a good idea. Obviously since I don’t sleep well, it would be a good idea to find out why. However, I’m not sure how much sleep I would get if a sleep study is recommended. I mean, you’re in a strange bed, or even at home, hooked to a machine. How can you sleep with stuff all over you?

I think one of the problems is that Lion gets chatty at bedtime. We haven’t figured out which drug, or which combination of drugs, makes him spacey and chatty. I’m not blaming Lion for keeping me awake. Truthfully, if I was that tired I’d just go to sleep. And I usually do get to sleep. The issue is that I either don’t stay asleep or I don’t get good sleep.

The reason I’m going to the sleep specialist is the same reason I try to pay attention when Lion is spacey and chatty: we try to take care of each other. He wants me to find out why I’m not sleeping and I want him not to fall down the stairs while he’s making a wobbly middle-of-the-night snack run. Maybe we could both benefit from the sleep specialist. If it’s the sleeping pills making Lion spacey and chatty, then maybe the sleep specialist can figure out a way to eliminate the need for the sleeping pills. Maybe we both have sleep apnea. How sexy would it be if we both had CPAP machines? Woohoo! Some fun in that bed at night!

It’s a good thing we normally play at least an hour before bed.

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In: Edging, Female led relationship with discipline, Mrs Lion Comments

It turns out Lion had a dream that someone came along and swept me off my feet and stole me away from me. That’s why he was worried we had a problem. He also worries he’s being selfish and that I’ll leave him for someone who turns me on. Poppycock! I’m not going anywhere.

Late yesterday afternoon I told him if I let him take advantage of me then it’s my own fault. If I’m supposed to be in charge then I need to learn to stand up for myself. I have all sorts of paddles and other implements to alert him to the problem. I’m sure if his butt stays sore for any length of time he’ll learn his lesson. But I have to step up if it happens.

I didn’t punish him last night for making me feel bad. I guess I should have. On the other hand, Lion should have told me about the dream and the reason for his distress rather than making me wonder if I did something to make him feel insecure. We could have dealt with the issue a lot better if I had all the facts. Sometimes, for all our talk about communication, we really fall flat on our faces.

It’s not surprising that Lion is in a great mood this morning. Actually he was last night too, even before I edged him mercilessly. He was dripping pre-cum for a while afterwards. I’ve been giving him an orgasm every four days or so for the last few months. Last night was the four night mark. I think Lion was expecting an orgasm. I considered it. But then I decided I haven’t tortured him enough yet. We’ll take it a day at a time and see how crazy I can make him.

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In: Spanking

Last night when I got home Lion had rice cooking. I figured that meant we were having Indian food. We’d talked about it the night before. After I got changed out of my work clothes, I plopped on the bed. Lion said he’d just gotten home. He turned the TV on. I picked up my iPad. He mentioned the Indian food and said he left digging through the freezer for the packet of tikka masala and some naan to me. Fair enough.

We ate dinner, took our showers, Lion wrote his post for this morning and we settled in to watch TV. I was messing around on my iPad but I was watching TV and talking to Lion. Fairly late, I put the iPad down and went to snuggle with Lion. I was snuggled in very close and running my hands all over his chest and stomach. I didn’t head down toward my weenie. I thought maybe it might be too late to start any fires.

I’m generally very warm. Lion is usually naked but even when I’m naked too I can be sweating while I just sit there. Lion tends to be an oven. When he’s chugging out heat and I’m already hot, I need to move away. I did last night but I stayed close. We held hands and I made sure our legs were touching. I wanted to maintain some intimacy even if we weren’t snuggling.

Lion asked if everything was alright as he was getting ready for bed. He said I hadn’t even tried to touch him sexually. I’ve done this before and he says there’s been something wrong each time. To me, it wasn’t a big deal not to touch him sexually one night. To Lion, it’s a big old red flag.

Nothing is wrong. Lion doesn’t believe it. How do you prove a negative?

In our daily email exchange, Lion said he was concerned. I don’t know how to convince him nothing is wrong…unless I give him a spanking for making me feel bad. If that doesn’t cure him, I don’t know what will.