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I am spending most of my time taking practice FCC tests for my ham license. My scores are good, and I’m hopeful that I will pass my tests on Friday afternoon. It isn’t so much that I have a compulsive need to become a ham as much as I think the process of being licensed is good for my brain. It’s being forced to acquire a lot of new information. This sort of activity is important if I want to keep what wits I have as I age. I’m also sure that being set up with radios that are independent of the cell towers is important when disaster strikes. Every single natural and man-made disaster has found ham radio operators a big help in saving lives. We live in a relatively unpopulated area subject to wildfires, earthquakes, and the occasional volcanic eruption. Add to those hazards the occasional flood, and you can see the benefit of being prepared.

All this new hardware and knowledge acquisition help distract me from the reality that I can’t get hard without help. A lot of the stuff that we have enjoyed becomes much more difficult when I need to give myself a $10 injection to get hard. Spontaneity is a thing of the past. Anything that requires me to be hard has to wait for me to inject Trimix and wait the ten minutes or so it takes for my erection. I find this very disappointing. Add the high cost, and you can see that we have very limited opportunities for sexual fun.

Maybe we need to bring back activities that don’t depend on a stiff weenie. The shock collar doesn’t care if I’m hard or not. Nor does it matter if I’m aroused when we play spanking games. For that matter, anal play doesn’t require a stiffy, either. On the occasions that I do inject the Trimix, my erection will last an hour or more (We haven’t gotten to the optimum dose yet, so we don’t know how long it will be hard). Since that boner doesn’t require much maintenance–I’m hard whether I’m aroused or not–Mrs. Lion can use that time for fun and games.

The challenge is going to be building new habits to replace the old. Maybe we need the dreaded Box O’Fun again. I always depended on being aroused for fuel to get me through more difficult play. I’m not sure exactly what will happen now. Does my loss of the ability to get hard also mean I am unable to be sexually aroused? Do I have to be hard as a condition of arousal? I don’t know. I’m not even sure how to find out. I suspect that an erection is necessary for arousal.  However, with the injection, arousal is not necessary for an erection. Interesting, no?

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My vision has deteriorated over the last few years. I have glaucoma and have lost most of my vision. This has made me very sensitive to how our website appears. For example, I have a lot of trouble seeing changes in type color. Links on our pages are shown in blue type. I have a lot of trouble detecting that. Other sites that do the same thing drive me nuts. I like how a page looks without the classic underlined links. Recently, I changed our style to underline links. I still don’t like the look. I found a solution!

Page accessibility icon. Click this icon to get our accessibility menu.
Accessibility menu. Click icon and get this menu of choices to improve accessibility.

If you look to the right, you will see this icon (Left). It is for our usability toolbar. Click it, and you get the menu (Right). There are choices to improve the visibility of our site for people who need a little help. You can change the appearance to improve readability. Try them. I particularly like the ability to make the type larger and to change to a dark background with white type.  You can underline links with one click! I wish more sites would do this.

no spankardy on tuesday night

We didn’t play Spankardy on Tuesday. I’m not sure why we didn’t, but it was fine with me. I suppose we’re both still pretty tired. I also owe Mrs. Lion a cheat sheet with the rules I suggested. I also wasn’t looking for sex. I don’t know why, but I’m not all that horny. Of course, if Mrs. Lion wants to take out the massage table or offer oral sex, I’m not going to say no. If she’s in the mood, I’m ready to participate.

She suggested that she get me off after work and then play Spankardy later, after dinner. That will make it more interesting for me since I will have no interest in arousal at all. Spankings hurt more that way. Sexual arousal is a terrific anesthetic. I had that demonstrated when Mrs. Lion gives me a racing stripe. If she plays with me and keeps me hard and aroused, the burning sensation is much more tolerable. If she doesn’t, the pain is nearly unbearable.

I hope the update to our site helps people like me. I’m also doing some behind-the-scenes work to help people who can’t see. Also, our posts are available as podcasts anywhere podcasts are presented.

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We had a good time watching the playoffs on Sunday. I always root for whoever is playing against Philadelphia. I have no use for that team or its city. Sadly, they won. More sadly, I received 418 swats during the game (eleven swats per point scored by either team). My bottom was hot and felt leathery in spots. Still, it’s fun to play our NFL game. We have one more chance in about two weeks when the Superbowl is played. The Chiefs are playing the (ugh) Eagles. I’m rooting for the Chiefs.

Later Sunday evening, Mrs. Lion surprised me with oral sex. She got me very close to orgasm, but no happy ending. I’m writing this on Monday afternoon. It’s been six days since my last orgasm, and I’m hoping that one may be coming soon (pun intended). Mrs. Lion tied up my balls before she started. That added some extra zing to the action.

While she was tying my balls, she commented that I wanted her to put IcyHot on my balls. I reminded her that she doesn’t give me a choice in the matter. IcyHot is very unpleasant down there. She said that I keep buying it for her. Sheesh! I just want her to have the latest and greatest. OK, maybe I do want her to paint a racing stripe on my balls. I suppose it’s like spanking. I find the idea exciting, but the reality is horrible. Maybe she’s right. I guess in my own perverted way, I want it.

My balls turn red as IcyHot burns them.

The first time I experienced that particular hell was a few weeks after my former girlfriend, and I discovered BDSM. It was many years before I met Mrs. Lion. Anyway, this woman liked to read and found The Leatherman’s Guide, a rather comprehensive how-to on torturing men. Apparently, there was an entry about BenGay on balls. One afternoon, she had me tied face-down on the bed. She had just finished spanking me. I felt her rubbing my balls.It was exciting. She stopped. A couple of minutes later it felt like they were on fire. She laughed when I yelped and told me what she had done. Every partner since then has put hot stuff on my balls. It’s my own fault because I tell them about the activity. Stupid Lion!

That has to be significant. Why in the world would I tell every woman who tied me to the bed about hot balls? Why was the first kinky thing I asked Mrs. Lion to do was to spank me? Yes, I know, our first date was anal sex, but neither of us thought that was kinky. She’s right. It’s all my fault.

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We were both well enough for my punishment day spanking on Thursday night. A little while later, Mrs. Lion did some under-the-covers fondling. It had the usual lack of results. I just don’t do well with that particular activity. It didn’t help that it was rather late, and I was tired. I slept through a lot of the TV shows we were supposedly watching.

Mrs. Lion is determined to find her velcro collection. That seems to be the play item she wants most. No, I didn’t hide it. She has a boatload of other CBT toys, but I get it; the velcro is quick, easy, and painful. I have no idea where it is. Oh, well. [Mrs. Lion — It’s also been a long time since we’ve used it.]

The Giants play tonight (Saturday). Our NFL game is on, and I get ten swats per point. Mrs. Lion uses a leather paddle for the Giants’ points. She has a mean wood one for the other team’s scores. I may have trouble sitting on Sunday. Those wood-paddle football swats really hurt. I better moisturize before the game.

It seems very difficult for Mrs. Lion to reshuffle her schedule to move sex earlier in the day. This is true on weekends as well as weekdays. I’m not sure why this has become such a problem. I’ve learned that my ability to enjoy sexual activity diminishes the later it becomes. We’ve known this for some time, yet we have only managed one or two sessions earlier in the day. We have clear schedules all weekend. Mrs. Lion has chores to do, but they don’t have to be scheduled at any particular time.

I used to blame this on Mrs. Lion not considering sex for me as a priority. I don’t think that’s true. It seems to be that she has a lot of trouble getting out of a routine.  I’m hoping that if she makes herself do things with me, perhaps before dinner, we can have a new routine that works for me.