I went out to the camper yesterday. My goal was to take our puppy Willow into it so she could get used to it before we were all suddenly living in it on our trip. She was understandably confused. I pulled out Daisy’s toys so she’d be more comfortable. Maybe she’d be more comfortable when Lion was there too. Change is difficult.

Lion needed to go into the camper to get the Directv ready. When I came into the house, he said he wondered about the trip. As much as he wants to go, he worries about how difficult it will be to get in and out of the camper. It’s also difficult for him to get in and out of the truck. He asked me how I felt. I agreed it was hard for him, and I was also worried about how the dog would do. We decided to stay home. I suggested a trip in the near future to a dog-friendly hotel. It will probably be easier for all involved.

Since we’re staying home, I can wax Lion next weekend. He’s gotten furry again. It’s been at least four weeks. He’s not too furry, but I’ve started to notice. Next weekend is perfect timing for another session.

Lion wondered why we didn’t do anything Friday night. I was making up his pill packets. It takes a while, but it’s also sort of uncomfortable sitting in a weird position. Saturday night, he was sleeping a lot. We both slept a lot yesterday and could probably have slept a lot more today than we have. He woke up around 8:45 last night. He asked if I wanted to snuggle and wanted to know if I was okay. In his mind, it was two days of not doing anything. But he’d just woken up. He said he’s been awake for a while. Forgive me. I was letting him get his bearings before I pounced.

Earlier in the day, we fixed up the restraints I got some weeks ago. Lion has been looking forward to using them. There’s been so much on the bed because we have to keep it away from an inquisitive and chewing puppy that I decided the restraints were out for the time being. However, I could always tie his balls up. That’s also bondage. Lion likes bondage. He didn’t argue with the idea.

I normally tie his balls, make them bounce a bit, untie them and proceed to sucking. To mix things up a bit, I left him tied while I sucked him. I was able to make them bounce, and I tugged on them as I sucked. I’m not sure it made things more interesting or not. I could feel him getting closer. I got a little bit of an appetizer. He wasn’t making any noises, but I knew he was close. Without the benefit of panting, it would be difficult to stop short. I decided to charge right up the mountain and over the top.

Afterwards he said it had been 12 days, as if that’s a long time. Technically it is for him, but I could have (and maybe should have) made him wait longer. Maybe I will next time.

We had a late lunch yesterday, and then we took the car for an oil change. My stomach was complaining before we left and complained even more after we got home. I suggested quesadillas for dinner even though I wasn’t sure my stomach could handle it, and I wasn’t very hungry. We both took pretty long naps and, since Lion’s tummy was unsettled too, we had egg noodles for dinner. It was after 8 before the noodles were ready.

Between the late hour, my stomach hurting, and my being tired, I told Lion I needed a pass on festivities. I think he was ready, willing, and able. I was not. The puppy woke me up at 4 this morning, so I’m not feeling all that energetic today either. However, I am determined to be ready for adventure tonight. As I recall, we’re back to oral stimulation. Yum! Even if he doesn’t have an orgasm (he won’t), I still like the taste of my weenie. I know, there’s not much taste unless there’s pre-cum. I just like having it in my mouth. If you ask me, that’s where the real power comes into play.

Think about it. He may have a big, powerful hardon, but he’s vulnerable. I’ve got his manhood in a potentially dangerous spot. I can bite or suck or lick to my heart’s desire. You can’t tell me it won’t hurt if I chomp down. I nibble him sometimes, but I’ve never bitten him on purpose. Mostly I suck or lick. I’m very nice to him, even if I do leave him frustrated most of the time. Poor Lion. Isn’t that what he signed up for?

Even though he doesn’t have a piece of metal guarding his fun zone, we still practice male chastity. He can’t come until I say he can. Of course, he could resist coming when I want him to come. I don’t think he’s ever purposely stopped an orgasm. Usually, I get him right to the edge as many times as I can and make him sweat. Then I stop everything and tell him it’s not his night. He may pretend to grumble. He may tell me how mean I am to leave him hanging. He may tell me he’s still interested, and I can finish the job, but he has no real say in the matter. I still have the power of the key even when the key doesn’t have anything to unlock.

We are uncoordinated. We do tend to trip over non-existent things, but I mean we can’t seem to be ready for sex at the same time. My back was sore for days. Just when I was ready, Lion had a problem with my weenie. There was a sore spot. I couldn’t see anything, except for lots of hair which will have to be addressed. He put some antibiotic cream on it and it felt better instantly. He thinks it may have been dry. This morning he put moisturizer on it.

His other theory was that it was atrophying due to disuse. Poor thing. I don’t want it to shrivel up and fall off. Luckily, I think I’m ready to resume normal weenie play if he is. I know Lion doesn’t get enough attention as it is. Between my back and weenie hurting, he’s been ignored even more. I don’t know how he’ll recover. It will probably take a lot of sucking to bring my weenie back to life. Poor, poor Lion.

Last night, Lion told me that it no longer seems to work when I play with my weenie while we’re snuggling. He doesn’t get hard. That may be true to some extent. Other times it’s fine. I told him my weenie was needy and greedy. We heard that line on The Big Bang Theory rerun over the weekend. My weenie wants what he wants when he wants it or he’s not playing. Silly weenie. He might get more than he bargained for. I’m pretty sure my weenie was just thinking about his neighbors being tied up or having clothespins placed all over them. But there’s also IcyHot and I think Lion is due for a “just because” spanking.

Assuming my back is still functioning when I get home, Lion will get that “just because” spanking. I’m sure I’ve missed him interrupting or annoying me in some way. I wish I had an example for him. I think it works better when he knows what he’s done to deserve his whomping. On the other hand, I can always paraphrase John McEnroe. He was notorious for fighting with the referee. One time the ref told him he’d be fined if he yelled at him again. McEnroe lost a point and went to yell at the ref, remembered the threat and said, “If you only knew what I was thinking!” I can tell Lion, “If you only knew how many times I bit my tongue.” Of course, I don’t know how many times myself, but it’s a nice catch all phrase for a “just because” spanking.

I managed to wax the front half of Lion yesterday before my back was shot. It’s not unusual to do the waxing in two parts. However, today I am sore. My body is angry about trimming the hedges. I feel like I usually did in the first days of soccer practice. Even if I ran all summer and did ball handling skills, those first few days of practice kicked my ass. When Lion asked if I was finishing up waxing today, I told him I was pretty sore. He said it probably didn’t matter anyway. He sounds like Eeyore when he says things like that. “Thanks for noticing.” I love Eeyore. He’s depressed and depressing, but that makes him more endearing. In Lion’s case, it just makes him sound pathetic. I guess I’ll start the wax so I can finish Eeyore’s backside.

lion being edged

While I was rubbing oil in to loosen the remaining wax, I rubbed my weenie. Lion was very hard. As I rubbed him with a towel to get the wax off, I also rubbed my weenie. I’m sure Lion thought I was done every time I stopped, but I kept going back. Each time he was hard. I told him I should bring the oil into the bedroom to continue later. I think we did that once. We got oil all over the place. It’s not worth the mess, but it does work a lot better than any lube we own. [Lion — It’s light mineral oil we get on amazon.]

I thought I could get him to the edge last night. I was going to give him an orgasm. Then I decided that he’d only been teased once to the edge since his last orgasm. I’m sure he’s horny, but I haven’t exactly frustrated him yet. Unfortunately, my neck started hurting. If he had been closer to the edge, I would have kept going. I can power through the pain sometimes. But he wasn’t anywhere near the edge. He apologized. It was my fault. I should have taken Tylenol so I felt better. I’ll have to take some before waxing and, if the timing is right, I’ll take more before we play. I can’t let tiredness and achiness win all the time.