We found a new home. It’s a nice, modern house in an older housing development. The house was built about 25 years ago on a quiet, residential street. This is new for us. Until now, we’ve lived in older homes far from developments. We aren’t used to houses being close together. The house itself is a nice, three-bedroom rambler; that’s what they call one-level ranch houses in these parts. I won’t have any interior stairs to manage.

The last few days have been filled with the typical transitional details that one has to handle when moving. I had to transfer utilities and locate a mover. The move will take place at the end of next month. It’s going to be a stressful time as we prepare and then move. We’re both excited about our new house. It’s a lot nicer than the one we have now.

As a result of all this turmoil, Mrs. Lion hasn’t gotten around to either spanking or sex. I’m pretty sure that she will correct this omission very soon. I’m also sure that I will not be happy when she sets up the spanking bench. Speaking of that, I’m not sure where that piece of furniture will be located in the new house. There is a kitchen counter with a breakfast bar. The spanking bench is probably the right height for that. Maybe we can hide it in plain sight. We plan to visit the house this weekend to measure and plan our move.

Mrs. Lion made it clear that spanking comes before sex, so I suppose it makes sense to remind her. I know that the upcoming spanking is going to go at least ten minutes. I’m still owed punishment for interrupting Mrs. Lion. On the BDSM/sex side, I replaced Mrs. Lion’s IcyHot maximum strength spray. She enjoys spraying that on my perineum and balls. It burns like hell. Being aroused reduces the pain, so when she masturbates me after spraying, the burn isn’t too bad. When she stops, oh boy! Please don’t stop! Please!

Mrs. Lion has four days off for Christmas. There’s no point in house hunting until after New Year’s Day. In other words, we have a long weekend free. I dropped a very unsubtle hint that we haven’t played in a long time. According to the counter on this site, it’s been 49 days since my last spanking. Looking into the record book, the prior record was 38 days back in June.

She said we could take a trip to the oriental market. I suggested that she could get some ginger for figging. No response to that idea. Several weeks ago, we got a new, nasty paddle that hasn’t been tried. We also got some new restraints–Mrs. Lion keeps misplacing the ones we already have–they’ve never been tried either.

Are you sensing a theme here?

It’s likely that she’s lost interest in BDSM, at least for the last couple of months. It’s true that she’s never really liked doing more than CBT. If I asked, she sometimes did some anal play as well. But that’s pretty much all.

Maybe we’re done with BDSM as well as fucking. I truly miss both.

Of course, there is a lot more to life than sex and sex play. We have the other stuff in spades. When it comes to sex, you know what they say…

You can lead a lioness to…

We finally did the boner shot last night. I say “finally” because it’s been a while and Lion was more than ready. Unfortunately, he wasn’t really ready. He was hard. He seemed like he was getting closer. I swear he bucked into me. But he didn’t come even after my left arm had gone numb and my right shoulder hurt. I’d also worked up quite a sweat. He said he didn’t think he’d be able to come. He was still horny, but he worried about me. We agreed to try again today/night.

This time, I’m bringing out the clothespins or rope or restraints. I have to get him even more ready. I don’t really have to, but clearly, he wasn’t really ready last night. If he’s really ready, maybe he’ll get super hard. When this happens, he looks like he might burst from a gentle breeze. It doesn’t happen often. If memory serves, it happened the first time he used Trimix. I guess all those weeks of not having an orgasm and the prospect of having one made him more than ready. A few orgasms ago, he told me he didn’t need any BDSM, so we went right for the gold. I didn’t take that to mean he’d never need BDSM again, but we haven’t done any lately. I’m hoping it helps.

He also wanted to be waxed this weekend. I told him I would do it. It’s almost 4 pm on Sunday. I’m not doing it today. I know it doesn’t take long anymore. I just don’t like doing it. The pantry is still a wreck, so I have to drag the cart into the bedroom. Then I have to squeeze the other massage table into an area that isn’t really big enough for it. There is no area big enough for it. I guess we’ll have to find a house that has room for an impromptu waxing studio. If the living room is big enough, it shouldn’t be an issue. I’d even be okay with backing the car out of the garage to set up the table. Of course, I still won’t like waxing him, but I won’t have to wrestle with the massage table.

We haven’t been up to much. As of Wednesday, it’s been six days since my last orgasm. Mrs. Lion may be ready for me to come again soon. That will be fun. My necklace came on Monday, and I started wearing it on Tuesday. It wasn’t much of a problem sleeping with it on. Mrs. Lion hasn’t commented on it. I’m not sure whether she likes it on me or not.

We’re planning a trip to Hawaii early next year. It’s a combination vacation and visit with Mrs. Lion’s oldest son. He’s been there for the past year, completing his physician assistant internship.  I’ve booked us a whale-watching trip and a Luau. It will be fun to take a week away.

It looks like I will be reviewing the Mature Metal micro Watchful Mistress. This is a radical design for a male chastity device. The cage is only one-half-inch long. That’s half the length of my Jail Bird and considerably shorter than the Holy Trainer Nub. I think it’s possible to wear this comfortably. It presses the penis straight back into the body. There is more than enough “flex” to allow this compression. I think this model will be invisible under clothes, even a tight bathing suit. Wearing this device is pretty close to having no penis at all.

It will be interesting to experience such a radical device. I expect that it won’t be uncomfortable to wear. It will be very easy to keep clean. I’m not sure about that yet. With so much compression, getting unlocked once or twice a week may be necessary to clean under the head. I guess I’ll find out.

Mrs. Lion is remembering to put me in panties without a reminder. She let me go wild (no undies) on Monday. That felt nice. Wednesday was a pink thong. Even though made for a woman, there is plenty of room for my cock and balls. I don’t mind the strap nestled in my crack (no one asked if I mind, just saying).