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.]

As far as I know, we have no plans this weekend. I’ll run out in a little while in search, locally, for some huckleberries and that may result in some jam if we can find a recipe, but at this point, there are no plans. That means we should be able to play earlier. I am famous for saying we’ll play early and then never doing it. I am famous for saying we’ll do X or Y and then we never do it. Talk is cheap. But today I have a good feeling that things will be different.

I have plans for Lion. I have plans for his balls. My weenie is nearby and will suffer too. Regardless of the huckleberries and any possibilities of jam, Lion will be wearing the prickly jock strap again. By the time this post publishes, Lion will be in the jock strap. For how long? I don’t know. I assume it will be at least an hour. In case that doesn’t seem like a lot, imagine tiny little spikes stabbing you in your most intimate of areas. Every time you move, stab. Even if you don’t move, the points that have already found their way into you are still stabbing. It’s uncomfortable. I don’t think I could handle it even long enough to have the straps tightened. Luckily, I don’t have to.

When I started this post, I was going to say I’d decided to give Lion a punishment spanking just because. It wouldn’t have been a maintenance spanking. Those don’t work. I was going to give a full on punishment spanking. He hasn’t had one in a while. That’s good news. And it isn’t. Lion’s been behaving himself. But then he’s forgotten what it’s like to be punished.  Sometimes he needs to be reminded. But then I remembered my idea of having him wear the prickly jock strap. I’d much rather do that than give him a punishment spanking when he hasn’t earned it.

I know they’re not the same thing. The spikes do not equal a punishment. They aren’t supposed to. Ultimately, I was looking for a way to get things back to normal. Lion needs to want sex again. I know he’s horny. I have to help him be horny enough to make it to the edge. When I told him to snap out of it the other day, I didn’t mean he had to do it by himself. I’m hoping a spanking or the prickly jock strap will get us at least part of the way there. I’m not giving up. I hope he won’t either.

Mrs. Lion took my request to heart to unwind before beginning any activity with me. It meant she started later, about an hour after dinner. It was worth the wait. She started by putting clothespins on my nipples. She was using the wooden ones lined with abrasive tread tape. Those sharp little rocks hurt! She didn’t stop with my nipples. She moved south and put some on my balls.

The wooden clothespins without the tread tape aren’t too uncomfortable. When Mrs. Lion applies one to a particularly sensitive spot, it hurts a lot. She knows where all those spots are and makes sure she puts a clothespin on each one. With the tread-tape version, the discomfort is magnified. Even when applied to less sensitive spots, they hurt. It’s more fun for her if I feel each one.

She masturbated me between the application of each clothespin. I was very hard and aroused. That distracted me from the discomfort. I’ve noticed that if I’m very aroused I feel less pain. It’s much easier to accept Icy Hot and other painful play if I am very aroused. That’s one reason why I don’t like it when Mrs. Lion starts before enough foreplay to get me ready.

You could argue that it’s fair for her not to arouse me first. That way I will get the full effect of whatever painful activity she is performing. This is where we get into the murky area of who is supposed to have fun. Mrs. Lion insists that all this is for my entertainment. Shouldn’t that mean she should restrict her tortures to things I enjoy or at least tolerate?

I’m pretty sure she would disagree. Does that mean she should maximize my discomfort when she “plays” with me? This question is answered differently as Mrs. Lion continues to grow into her role. Lioness 1.0 definitely stuck to minimizing discomfort. She was rather timid and her play and spankings were not very painful.

She evolved to Lioness 2.0 when she consciously aimed for the spots she knew would hurt the most. She was willing to spank me hard enough to make me yelp. Her punishments became increasingly severe. 2.0 wasn’t willing to use the tiny dollhouse clothespins. She wouldn’t punish me for annoying her. She stuck to a small number of household rules.

Lioness 3.0 arrived when she stopped reacting to my screams and yelps during a spanking. She is more than willing to use those nasty little clothespins on the head of my penis. Instead of just two, she starts out with four. She also seems ready to repeat this often until I learn to manage the pain and take more. She prefers more intense play. As a treat, she will use the plain clothespins or just tie up my balls. Lioness 3.0 play is much more uncomfortable for me.

You might think that I would yearn for the good old days of 2.0. Everything was much more manageable then. I don’t. 3.0’s change of focus is what I wanted from the start. When she spanks me, she looks at the physical changes to my bottom. She wants a certain deep red color. She would like some bruises too. I feel bruises for a couple of days after I’m punished.

It doesn’t matter what she wants to see. What matters is that she is deciding what’s enough. I no longer have a vote. I can scream and cry all I want. She isn’t interested. The only way I can stop a spanking is to use my safeword. If I do, she will stop at once. I will only use it if I am in genuine distress. I know that spankings are supposed to hurt a lot. I don’t like that, but I’m not supposed to.

She is only just starting to apply the same sort of control to play. The last time she put a menthol rub on my balls, she made me leave it on for a certain amount of time no matter how much it burned. It isn’t harmful, just really uncomfortable down there. The same was true last time those nasty little clothespins ended up on the head of my penis. She didn’t keep them there very long but told me they were staying on until she decided to take them off. I let her know that I wanted them off NOW! Too bad. She told me I could take it.

When it comes to lesser tortures like the tread-coated clothespins, I don’t beg to get them off. I can endure with only an occasional grunt of pain. As 3.0 evolves, this activity may move into the “treat” column. This evolution doesn’t upset me. Mrs. Lion has observed that I am very aroused and ready for sex when she finishes even my least favorite play. As she correctly points out, I obviously like it.

It’s hard to deny that observation. I do get excited when she gives me advance warning of the night’s play. Go figure!

I am particularly happy that she is punishing me for annoying her. Well, I am not happy I am being spanked. I am happy she is finally letting me know when I upset her and she is willing to go to the trouble to help me change. I won’t admit it when I am in the spanking position, but I am happy she is willing to increase the intensity of my spankings. I am also glad she is less interested in pleasing me when we play. The fact that we play pleases me. What she does isn’t supposed to.

Somehow we are already on our fifth day of six days off. I was supposed to wax Lion either yesterday or today. However, I didn’t realize that four of the last five days would include trips to farm stands to procure pickles and berries, and five of the last five days would include pickling and/or canning. Excuse me if I don’t seem excited to use my last day off bent over a table, yanking hair out of Lion. On the plus side, we have a lot of pickles and quite a few jars of raspberry and blueberry jam, as well as some frozen raspberries, strawberries and blueberries.

Needless to say, but I need to say it anyway, we didn’t play early last night. Our impromptu trip to get more berries and pick up dinner from Applebee’s on the way home, had us playing about the same time we would on a normal week night. Lion didn’t last very long with his tiny clothespins. He made it to three before he was begging to have them taken off. I knew the first one was on there good, but the second two didn’t seem bad. Either the first one did him in right away so the second two didn’t matter or he couldn’t take the combination. At any rate, he needed them off quickly.

Despite the early removal of the clothespins, my silly weenie was still hard. I swear he has no sense. I can understand his excitement when it’s the balls being hurt, but this was him being hurt. The tiny clothespins were pinching his head. Ouch! But no, he’s standing there tall and proud and ready for more.

Don’t worry. Lion got more. Not more pain, though. So far he hasn’t passed up an opportunity to be sucked. I know I got him close. I’m not sure if it was two-more-strokes-would-have-been-too-much close or not, but it was close. And I know he’s horny. Poor thing.

I may be reading too much into his sighs again, but I think he was a little annoyed that I didn’t jump into action to lock him up again. He said he’d put the ring on when I told him to. Of course, I didn’t tell him to. I forgot. When he asked, I said he should put it on. He told me it was on and I didn’t move. Sometimes I wait until he takes his lenses out and it’s time to do his eye drops. Then he sighed. It was a fairly loud sigh. I asked what was wrong and got the “oh, nothing” answer that, if a woman did it, would mean “if you don’t know, I’m certainly not going to tell you”. I assumed he was annoyed I hadn’t caged him yet. So I locked him up. I don’t know if he really was upset or not. Or maybe he was upset but not about that. Or maybe he wasn’t upset at all. He just needed to sigh loudly. I get that. Sometimes I need to sigh loudly even though nothing specific is wrong. Out with the random frustrations so new ones can take their place.

As I write this it’s 1:15 pm and the temperature at our weather station (I named it Willard Scott) is reading 94 degrees. Granted, it’s in the middle of the yard in bright sunshine, but we wouldn’t want it in shade. We don’t normally get our high temperature until late afternoon. Yup, we’re baking around here today. Good thing we have fans and portable air conditioners, otherwise I’d be sitting in the car right now. Time to retire to the coolness of the bedroom.