I did a Costco run yesterday and then mowed part of the lawn. I was tired and achy, but not as tired and achy as I usually am after doing that much. Maybe it’s because I’m normally more tired and achy now anyway. When I was ready to settle in after my shower, Lion suggested watching a documentary series about New York City that we started last weekend. I don’t know how many parts there are, but we’re learning a lot even though Lion lived deep in the heart of Manhattan for most of his life. We were snuggled in for the night, and we didn’t do anything sexual.

Assuming the stew meat thaws enough (I just took it out of the freezer a few minutes ago), we’ll be filling the house with yummy stew smells. Most of the work is letting it cook on the stove or in the oven, so there will be time for Lion attention. Even if he has to wait until after dinner, he’ll get some action. I should have looked for the restraints over the weekend when I had more time, but I didn’t. I have a rough idea of where they are, so finding them may not be too hard. I don’t want to promise I’ll be tying him down tonight.

Part of me wants to entice him with talk of an orgasm. The past few times we’ve played, he hasn’t been able to make it to the edge. I wonder if he’d go charging up the hill with the knowledge that he’d be king of said hill. Perhaps he needs me to find those restraints first. Nothing seems to turn him on more than being tied up. I guess I’ll need to make time to find them for tonight after all. Spread-eagle and blindfolded. Who needs stew when you have a yummy Lion?

I don’t really dislike anal play. I know I wrote that I do. I think the problem was, way back when, I said I wanted to be able to fist Lion. We worked toward that for a while and then we stopped doing anal play very often. Any time we picked it up again, Lion jumped right back on the bandwagon of my wanting to fist him. It felt like a lot of pressure to do something I didn’t care about doing anymore. He had no way of knowing I changed my mind. He never really pressured me. He just wanted to move forward with what he thought I still wanted. Once again, miscommunication bit us in the butt.

Of course, the other issue with anal play is that we don’t have our sling up anymore. I’m not even sure Lion could manage to get into it. Having him on his knees is also difficult for him. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable, which is silly given the fact that I’d be shoving something up his ass. He’s bound to feel some discomfort. It’s bad enough I have to have him on his knees for the short amount of time it takes to wax his crack. I’m sure there are other positions that would make anal play possible. [Lion — Pillows under my stomach would get me up high enough, I think.]

Another topic in Lion’s post was restraints. In the past, we were able to leave the ropes attached to the bed. Our old dog left things alone. Actually, I did have to remove the ones from the foot of the bed because they got in the way and the robot vacuum tried to eat them. There’s no way this dog will leave things alone and the vacuum will still try to eat them. I don’t want to say the restraints are more trouble than they’re worth, but it feels that way. Obviously, they aren’t worth much to me personally, but I can make a greater effort because I know how much it means to Lion. I’ll see if there’s a way to keep the ones at the head of the bed out of the way of the vacuum and the prying jaws of the dog. The ones at the foot of the bed are easier to reach whenever we want to use them.

The restraint problem is potentially solved. Now, all we have to do is solve the anal play issue.

Admittedly, it was not early, but I did try to get my weenie aroused last night. I wasn’t successful. There could be any number of reasons for this. Maybe it was still too late. Maybe he wasn’t in the mood. Maybe he needed something more than my trying to arouse him by fondling his penis. Maybe he’s still thinking that I don’t want to give him sex because I don’t want sex. Maybe he didn’t want me to “have” to give him attention. For the record, only the first three are acceptable reasons. Unless I’m exhausted from work or chores, and even sometimes when I am, if we’re both feeling well and ready for action, he should get some action.

I’m sort of embarrassed to admit that I forgot all about the restraints he bought recently. This is despite the fact that I have to keep moving them out of the way. I know he likes being tied up. It’s a sure-fire way to turn him on. I just don’t seem to know what to do with him once he’s tied up. I know that sounds stupid. Technically there’s nothing I can’t do to him tied that I couldn’t do untied, except giving him a blow job. He normally lays across the bed for that and I don’t think the restraints would work in that direction. I’m also not as nimble as I used to be, so climbing around him isn’t as easy. It isn’t just me who isn’t as nimble. Aside from moving across the bed for a blow job, Lion doesn’t move as easily either. Of course, he’s never moved much.

This morning, Lion asked if we could use the restraints. He said they’re good ones. Hint, hint. The straps are already sitting on the bed. We’re halfway there. All I have to do is hook him up.

Technically we’re still under a flood warning through Tuesday. However, it’s not raining so far today. That may give me just enough time to get the small fridge I’ve been trying to get. One good thing about having a pickup is that you can pick up things. One bad thing about having that pickup in the northwest in fall/winter is that it rains (a lot) and picking up things without getting them wet is very difficult.

Picking up balls is somewhat of a specialty of mine–Lion’s balls, that is. I tied them up pretty well last night. It’s been a few days since I promised to do it and I was glad to see Lion was amicable. His tummy had bothered him earlier in the day, but he was ready, willing and able to get aroused by evening. I’m sure having his balls tied helped his erection along. I was able to edge him by hand. I haven’t done that in a long time. I usually run out of steam and my shoulders hurt so I have to switch to my mouth. Last night I played through the pain. It was just a matter of changing positions a few times.

It was nice to see Lion’s face while I was jerking him off. It’s been a long time since my hand has worked for edging him. I think he just likes my mouth better than my hand. I told him that if he can get another wonderful erection tonight, he might just have the Lion ride he’s been waiting for. His balls won’t be tied. That would be too much pressure on them. Of course, I won’t see Lion’s face when I ride him. We do reverse cowgirl because it’s more conducive to an orgasm for him. I see his feet. Obviously, they aren’t as cute as his face. However, they are pretty expressive. His toes start to curl when he’s close. If all goes well, he’ll have a toe-curling orgasm tonight.