Lion has been trying a new masturbation machine. He said it wasn’t as good as I am. Just to be sure he doesn’t forget that, I gave him a blow job. It didn’t require the massage table. I just had him lie across the bed as usual. And then his very own, live masturbation machine went to work.

The machine may have different settings and suction levels, but so do I. The difference is that he doesn’t have to adjust the settings. I do that as I listen to his noises and feel his movements. In all fairness, with the air conditioner on, it was difficult to hear him. I had to rely on movement. I think I did a pretty good job. I got him all the way to an orgasm. I know he hadn’t waited all that long between orgasms, but he doesn’t always have to. I wanted to see if he would give me some cream filling. In addition to having a satisfying orgasm, he did give a little taste of cream filling. Yum!

His past few orgasms have been “weird”. I don’t know exactly what that means. He wasn’t able to explain it. All I know is that it could have been better. Last night’s was. I hope that means he’s back to normal with regard to orgasms. I like his cream filling and I want him to enjoy coming.

Our excessive heat warning is set to expire tonight at 9 pm. However, tomorrow is going to be 86. While it’s true that’s seventeen degrees cooler than the 103 it was yesterday, it’s still pretty hot. I’m not sure it will be cool enough in the pantry to wax Lion. We may have to wait another day. This time around, it will take longer because I want to wax Lion’s legs too. I don’t mind his hairy legs, but they’ve taken on a life of their own. The hair is very thick, and it looks out of place with his naked body. It may even take two days/nights to get done. Normally, his back side doesn’t take long at all. But with the addition of the legs, it will take a lot longer. Legs are a pain in the neck to wax. Let’s tentatively schedule it for Tuesday night and Wednesday night. It will be cooler and both nights mean I don’t have to rush to get it all done.

[Lion — I never cared much about removing my leg hair. My thighs always look a bit unnatural when the hair just starts a short distance from my balls. I agree that I look better with bare legs. What do you think?]

Lion is still down in the dumps. I don’t know what to do to help him other than being there for him. I sent him an email earlier that just said, “KISS.” He responded with, “Lick”. We’re silly. Emailing back and forth was how we communicated when we were at work. It stopped when I started working from home because there’s nothing stopping us from talking, but doing an email is a nice way of saying you’re thinking about someone. We should start it again.

I waxed him yesterday. He had a few hairs that I must have missed last time. I’m not sure how I missed them, but they were a little too long to have grown in. I know I don’t do a professional job. I do the best I can, but I will miss hairs. I’m sure I did it this time too. But I did make sure the get the ones that tickle my nose and Lion said he feels bare. That’s all I can ask for.

When I first started waxing him, I’d start with the front, figuring that was the most important and if I ran out of steam, at least that part was done. However, now I start with the back side so I can end with my weenie. The back side doesn’t take much time at all anymore. I guess I’ve scared the hair away. He was never really furry there to begin with. This time I spent a little bit more time playing in his crack. I let my fingers explore. I didn’t linger too long because the best part is the front.

After I was done yanking hair out, I cleaned him everywhere but my weenie. I saved the best for last. I made sure he was nice and oily and set to work jerking him off. I remember wondering last time if I should have taken my gloves off first. I didn’t do it this time either. With all the oil, I’m not sure if he’d notice one way or the other. I changed from one hand to the other as I got tired. I massaged his balls at times. I even stuck a finger, or two, into his crack. Eventually, he had his orgasm, although there was no cream filling for me. It’s just as well. I couldn’t have eaten it mixed with oil. He did say it leaked out as he was heading for the shower. Oh well. I’ll keep trying for my cream filling.

The truck is home again. It turns out the tires forgot how to talk to the system, so they couldn’t report pressure. Stupid things. I thought technology was supposed to make things easier. I guess it depends on the task.

Speaking of tasks, Lion needs to be waxed this weekend. I don’t care how much easier it’s gotten over time, I still don’t like doing it. Would I rather have my nose tickled when I suck him? It really doesn’t bother me. I think I only notice it now because there’s usually no hair. If there was hair, I’d get used to it. The real draw for me is the cleanup when I get to play with an oily Lion. An oily weenie is a happy weenie.

I still have to clean out the camper and the truck. The truck is easier. There are a few big items and then the rest gets thrown out or tossed in a bag. The camper still has quite a bit in it. The thing that kills me is the stairs into and out of the camper. I toss as much as I can out the door so I don’t have to deal with the stairs as much. I’ll be so glad when the camper is gone. I look forward to having an empty hole where it used to sit.

Lion is looking for the spanking I owe him. He mentioned it last night. I figured it was so long since I said he was getting it, that we might as well forget it. I know he needs one every few weeks, so I guess that logic won’t fly. I’ll drag the bench out tonight. Once I light his butt on fire, he’ll be happy. Well, happy isn’t exactly the word he’d use. He will be content once the initial pain wears off.

Saturday was filled with adventure and pain. Well, I got the pain. We ordered a large Aerogarden, indoor hydroponic “farm.” It arrived Friday afternoon, and Mrs. Lion assembled it on Saturday. We ordered the tallest version to permit room for tomatoes to grow. It’s huge! She assembled it with a minimum of growling. Mrs. Lion is quite vocal when frustrated. We set it up and planted tomatoes, lettuce, and a couple of herbs. It will take a week or so for them to sprout. Hydroponically grown veggies mature five times faster than those grown in the ground.

After our farm was planted, Mrs. Lion dragged out the spanking bench. I was not in the mood to be spanked. She didn’t inquire if I wanted to be spanked or not. With no fanfare, I was invited to ride it. I held my tongue. Grumbling would only make it worse. Based on her post yesterday, she knew I wasn’t happy about being spanked. I never am. She didn’t strap me down. I wish she wouldn’t skip that step. I know I moved around a lot. She had no problem finding her target.

I’m writing the post at noon on Sunday. Mrs. Lion will be waxing me later this afternoon. She’s getting much better at this craft. It takes her a lot less time, and the results are better. Part of the reason is that the hair is growing back less and less. She’s scaring it away. She uses light mineral oil to clean away any remaining wax when she’s done. She’s especially careful with my cock. She uses a lot of oil there. Invariably, it swells. Last time I had an orgasm—a waxy, oily, happy ending.

In her post, Mrs. Lion indicated that I’m high maintenance because I don’t like burnt pizza and have sensitive skin and nose. I can’t help those things. My skin can’t be that sensitive the way she beats me. You’d think she couldn’t wait to give me away. It doesn’t matter. There’s no waiting list for used lions. [Mrs. Lion — We’re also past the warranty period.]