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Lion’s new cuffs

Shhh. It’s a secret. Rather than tearing things apart (the puppy is doing a good job of that all by herself) looking for restraints, I decided to buy some more. I reasoned that you could never have enough. So I went on Amazon and found some wrist and ankle restraints. Actually, I think they’re for an exercise machine, but they looked like they’d work. I also bought some straps with ratchets to secure said restraints to the bed. The ones we had are red. The new ones are bright green. I guess that’s so you don’t lose your Lion once he’s tied down.

I haven’t told Lion I bought them because we’ve both been so tired. He nods off more than usual. I even nod off, and I don’t usually do that. Darn puppy. It’s like having a baby: three o’clock feedings and diaper changes. I want to be snuggled. I want to play. She needs to figure out the difference between day and night, just like a baby.

New straps.

The reason I bought restraints is that I know myself. I’ll say I’m going to look for the restraints, and I won’t. It’s easier to buy more. When they came the other day, I was prepared to show them to Lion. A whole bunch of snoozing later, I decided it wasn’t meant to be. Tonight I’ll bring them out and tell him he’s being strapped down. If he’s tired, he can just snooze in that position.

Last night I gave Lion a choice between having his “just because” spanking or pushing it off till today with two minutes added to the timer. I don’t know if he pushed it off because he was tired (he kept saying he was tired) or if he thought I wanted to push it off. I would have done it if he had chosen last night. I wasn’t that tired. Tonight is just as well. I get to add two more minutes of whomping time. Of course, I can swat for longer than 12 minutes. I may go for overall redness and some bruising. That should wake him up.

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Yesterday, I was undecided about locking Lion up when the cage arrived or waiting until after we played last night. Our Ring doorbell announced someone at the front door as I was writing my post. I told Lion when my post was ready for him to read then I went to retrieve the package from the porch. It was the cage. Lion hadn’t read my post yet. He was in a hurry to take pictures of the cage. Initially, I thought he was going to just take a picture of it, but then he wanted it on him to take the picture.

I was conflicted. I hadn’t decided if I wanted to lock him up right away or not. Why did he need it on right that second? As I’m sure you’ve guessed, it’s hard to stop a bulldozing Lion. I mean, I guess I could have told him to back the train up. He’s not in charge. Instead, I put the cage on him for the pictures. Afterward, he asked if I wanted it left on or not. Well, it’s kind of late for that decision. It’s already on. It might as well stay on. And, I thought, since he’s made the decision for me, maybe it should stay on until Sunday.

It turns out that I didn’t need to unlock him anyway. My tummy was in charge and it said run to the bathroom every so often. I’m never sure what pisses it off but it dictates activities for a while. We ate our standard noodles-for-upset-tummy dinner and I waited to see if all hell would break loose. Obviously, I didn’t want to be sucking Lion and suddenly need to make a run for it so we didn’t do anything. Lion snoozed a bit. I was feeling a little better but if the day had taught me anything, that could change at a moment’s notice.

Lion asked if I like the cage. Actually, he asked if I like him in the cage. Then he said I probably don’t even notice. That’s true, but I don’t notice the pinky finger on his left hand unless I happen to be looking at it. I don’t tend to notice his balls unless they’re hanging down when he bends over. I wonder how much he notices about me. I know it’s more difficult now that his vision has deteriorated, but did he ever really notice my boobs or butt on a somewhat regular basis? [Lion comments — I did and still do!] When we walk up to each other from behind we do tend to rub each other’s butts rather than draping an arm around each other. The cage is small, comparatively. I don’t notice it unless I notice it.

Realistically, I usually only notice it when I go to play with my weenie and find it’s locked away. Normally that annoys me. I want my weenie accessible when I want my weenie accessible. Dammit! It’s my weenie. Now I have to find the keys (which aren’t hidden because I don’t know what I did with the lockbox now and unlocking the things used to unlock my weenie is particularly annoying) and unlock him which ruins (for me) any kind of mood I was trying to run with. That’s what happens when I forget the cage is on. When I remember, it’s less annoying.

I understand Lion’s wanting to be caged. Well, as much as Lion understands it. It’s a bondage/power thing. I’m in charge and I’m stopping him from playing with himself. He doesn’t have permission to play with himself. The cage is the guard making sure no one tries to break in. Of course, it also keeps me out until I unlock him. Is it possible the cage really holds the power?

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Our area is under a smoke advisory until early next week. This smoke is from Oregon and California. Last week was from eastern Washington. We’re surrounded. Yesterday, we ventured out into the smokiness to get things from Costco. It was pretty thick when we left and even worse by the time we got home. We removed the window fans and closed the windows. Luckily it wasn’t very hot. Our air conditioner, with the outside air closed off, kept us comfortable. Luckily, we have things we can do indoors.

Lion is still snoozing a lot. He slept while I made dinner. He’d told me earlier in the day he was horny. I guess he’s got his mojo back. Today is his twelfth day of waiting. Now that I know he wants to wait longer, I’m trying to get him more hot and bothered. I’ve been edging him mercilessly. He’s been panting and it takes him a few minutes to get himself together when I’m done with him.

Ironically, since we’ve been doing more snuggling before sex so Lion doesn’t feel like I’m rushing him, we haven’t been doing much playing. I did fig him the other night and last night I swatted his balls, but most nights he’s excited so we go for oral sex fairly quickly. I don’t know if it’s just because he’s hit his stride or if the snuggling actually works. I’m not opposed to playing. I should toss in some rope play or clothespins every so often just to keep things interesting. I know being horny doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy/doesn’t need to play.

The new cage was delivered today. I’m not sure if I should put it on him right away and leave him festering until tomorrow or if I should make him wait until after we play today. (I know, I use the word “play” in different contexts all the time.) Maybe making him wait will create anticipation. He’s been looking forward to being caged again. I guess, for now, I’ll dangle the idea of tying his balls up before oral sex. That should get his motor running. And then I’ll lock him up when I’m done with him.

My weenie will be safe inside the cage by bedtime. All tucked in, the way it should be.

[Lion comments — As soon as the cage arrived I asked Mrs. Lion to lock me in. I wanted to photograph it for our posts. She hasn’t said if she will leave it on. She has the keys, so I’ll find out when she decides to take it off.]

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There are a few givens when you live in the Pacific Northwest: approximately nine months of the year are cloudy/rainy and there will be wild fires in eastern Washington. Occasionally, that smokes blows to the west. It can create some beautiful orange sunsets and sunrises, but it can also lower the air quality dramatically. I’m certainly not detracting from the suffering of the people in the immediate area of the wild fires. A coworker had a close call on Saturday with fire very near her house. It’s just unusual for us to feel the effects and we’re not equipped for it.

Needless to say, we didn’t sleep well last night. Between the smoke smell and having the windows all closed, it was a difficult night. We had the portable air conditioner going so that helped a bit but also pulled some smoke in the house. By morning, the sun was bright and the wind was gone, but the smoke stayed settled in for a few days. Lion had some trouble breathing last night. My eyes, sinuses, and lungs are not happy. I hesitate to say it’s the cherry on the crap sundae that is 2020, so I’ll just say it’s at least the whipped topping. I’m sure the year still has some sprinkles, if not the cherry, left to go.

Lion was already tired before the smoke rolled in. There was no joy in Mudville. I’m fairly sure there won’t be any sex happening until the cage arrives. I realize the irony of that statement. The cage, instrumental in male chastity, will restart our sex life; well, Lion’s sex life. I realize it’s still just a theory, but I believe Lion needs to be caged in order to be horny. Sure, he’s horny much of the time, but in order to be horny enough to make it to the edge consistently, he needs to prevented from having random erections. The very thing that outwardly signals a male is horny needs to be prevented.

It’s really not that simple. The cage doesn’t just stop an erection. The fact that it’s locked on is, I theorize, what contributes to making him horny. It’s a bondage thing. It’s a power thing, or lack thereof actually. He has no power over his penis. I’ve taken it away by locking it up. I guess, if you want to know who wears the pants in the family, you have to know who wears the cage. Yes, we split things fairly equally in most aspects of our marriage. We both decide what’s for dinner, when we need to go to the store, where we’ll go on vacation, etc. but when it comes to sex I am in charge. Assuming neither of us is ill or tired, I decide when Lion gets play and/or sex. It may not always go well. Depending on his horniness level, he may not make it to the edge. He might not become fully erect. I think this is where the cage helps.

I’m sure there are other factors, but I bet once the cage goes on, Lion will be hornier. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I’m anxious to put my theory to the test again. This time we’ll make sure the dog doesn’t chew Lion’s cage.