We have an osmosis filter under our kitchen sink. I hate it. The water is great. There are no nasties in it. But: a) I’m always afraid it will leak, and b) when I changed the filters – with lots of grumbling – something happened to the feed for our ice maker. Since Lion can’t crawl around on the floor, I have to do it. I hate anything associated with home improvement. My ex-husband and I did a lot of home improvements. We fought constantly while we did them. We fought constantly anyway, but particularly when we did home improvements. Thus, I don’t want to crawl around on the floor while Lion offers suggestions as to what the cause of the ice maker’s problem may be.

I started writing this post before we attempted to fix the kitchen light. It’s a fluorescent fixture with four bulbs, two of which worked, and a ballast that buzzed like crazy. The other day, for some reason, all four bulbs came on and the brightness was cut in half. Lion decided we needed to fix it. He’s done electrical work in the past, (I have too in the home improvement hell of my first marriage) and he was sure it would be an easy fix. Ha! I believe in Murphy’s Law. However, Lion was right. The only problem was that he kept telling me to tuck wires that didn’t seem like they’d be in the way and there was nowhere to tuck them until I put the shroud back up anyway. Wires stripped. Wires connected. Shroud up. Wires tucked. Bulb in. Bulb tested. Repeat three times. Cover up. Done. Dare I say it was easy?

As we ate lunch by the light of the newly wired kitchen fixture, Lion conceded that the ice maker is working fine. It may have slowed down, but there are no crimps and there is nothing to do. Is that my second win of the day? I’m getting light-headed. The only chores left today is maybe some laundry and watching our football team attempt to look like they know how to play the game. Yesterday’s chore was much more fun. [Lion comments — Spanking me is also on her list.]

While I dislike waxing Lion, there are some fringe benefits. Number one is, of course, having a naked Lion in front of me. Since he’s normally naked, that may not seem like a fringe benefit, but he’s not normally on full display on a waxing table. And part of the waxing process is oiling him up so the wax doesn’t stick to his skin so much. The obvious fringe benefit there is that my hands don’t stick to him so much either. As in, they glide ever so smoothly over my weenie and the boys. There may not be a lot of hair on my weenie but I made sure the wax wouldn’t stand a chance of sticking. A little side trip to hand job-ville is always fun. You might say he got more of a benefit out of it but I’m not keeping score. I was distracted from the chore of waxing for a few minutes. I think we both took advantage of the situation.

Sometimes Lion thinks playing with him is a chore. I suppose, when it takes a long time to get him to the edge, I might see it as more of a chore than other times. In general, it’s not a chore. Besides, if playing with a hard weenie and making a Lion squirm is a chore, sign me up. It’s as much of a chore as giving a hand job to an oiled up weenie. I’d much rather play with Lion than do a load of laundry. Some chores are obviously more fun than others.

Admittedly, I never knew Lion as a young stud. He says he supposes he was very good looking since women fawned over him. I’ve never been attracted to the drop dead gorgeous hunks many women think are gods. I guess I’m more of a personality girl. That’s not to say Lion isn’t a cutie. And, truth be told, I think he’s better looking now than he was when he was younger. Of course, I’m only seeing pictures. I’m sure he would have been attractive to me back then too.

My point in bringing up the past is that Lion appears to be back in young stud form lately. I can’t say it’s the cage for sure, but he’s definitely been easier to arouse since his last orgasm. I’d bet there’s a combination of things at work here. I’ve been snuggling him more before we move on to the main event. Ironically, BDSM play has fallen off except for our spanking games. For all I know, the spanking has reset his clock as if we’ve gone back to the beginning of our relationship and my pathetic attempts to spank him. I don’t know how he hung in there. I hit him softer than I swatted my kids on diapered bottoms. He could also think I’m not rushing him, although I’m not sure what gave him the impression I was rushing him in the first place. Or maybe his hormones are chugging away. Whatever it is, I’m glad.

It’s definitely more fun to give attention to someone who enjoys it. I’m thinking a man has more fun with a woman who participates rather than just laying there. On the other hand, sometimes it’s difficult to tell. Neither Lion nor I are big noise makers. It’s more in the way we move. Lion tenses in a certain way that thrusts his hips up. I know I’m on the right track then. When he starts bucking? Well, then I’m positive he’s having a good time. It’s just a matter of making sure he has enough of a good time without having too much of a good time. That’s the balancing act.

I think we need to think about a scoring change for Spankardy. Currently, Lion gets two swats for a wrong answer and one if he fails to answer at all. Additionally, he can wager swats for Daily Doubles and Final Jeopardy. He did answer a lot of questions right, but he only wound up with 50 swats. That’s hardly worth breaking out the paddle. Lion did suggest adding swats for an incorrect answer for Daily Doubles and Final Jeopardy. However, how do I keep the smarty pants from answering so many questions correctly?

It stands to reason it will even out over time. He’s bound to hit more categories he doesn’t like. I’m not sure how often we’ll play. We could either plan on a specific night per week or play it by ear like we’ve been doing. Of course, it’s all for fun. Lion likes to be spanked and this gives him an opportunity to get non-punishment swats.

I gave Lion the option of playing or not playing last night. Many times, he’s uninterested for a few days after an orgasm. I don’t want him to feel pressured. He was hard fairly quickly. And he stayed hard for quite a while after I started sucking him. I thought he might even start bucking a little bit, but I guess it was just his way of telling me it felt good. I think it was about ten minutes later when he told me he was done.

The fact that he was hard almost immediately is a step in the right direction. I can’t say it proves my cage theory. I can’t point to any specific reason for it. It just happened. Obviously I’m not going to let him roam wild just because I can’t say the cage did it. I’m sure it helps. Knowing you can’t get hard goes a long way toward making you want to get hard. I never wanted spicy food so much as after I was diagnosed with an ulcer many years ago and told to avoid spicy food. It stands to reason my weenie would want to get hard while locked away.

The question now is how long do I want to make him wait this time? Twenty days again? Ten? Thirty? The possibilities are endless.

Today is day seventeen of Lion’s wait. If anything, he’s getting hornier. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the cage or not. He was doing pretty well before the cage arrived. My guess is that it has more to do with us snuggling and touching beforehand. Tying his balls, Icy Hot and even those lesser tiny clothespins may help, but I think Lion is just in a super horny phase. I’m certainly not complaining. I love it when my weenie is very hard.

It takes almost no time to get him to the edge. Every little move seems to make him gasp. I don’t think I’ve gotten him close enough to be in danger of giving him a ruined orgasm, but he’s certainly having fun. Sometimes he tells me ahead of time that I have a horny Lion. Sometimes he lets me find out for myself. Either way, I’m happy.

I’m not sure if I don’t push him far enough to get to the bucking stage or if he’s just not horny enough. He tenses his pelvis and that sort of thrusts up in the air, but it’s not like bucking. That’s more urgent. I wonder if he’s holding back from bucking. I don’t mind it. I might have to make a few adjustments to accommodate it. I don’t want to risk biting or scraping him with my teeth. From time to time, I do pretend to nibble on him but I don’t try to do damage. If we hurt my weenie, we might not be able to play with him. That’s no good.

At some point, Lion might lose his horniness. He’ll hit a plateau where it will be a little more difficult to get him excited. At least, that’s what’s happened in the past. I’m not sure if we’re at that point or not. If we’re past it already, maybe it won’t happen. Maybe it’s yet to come. Whether it happens or not, we’ll press on. I don’t think Lion’s done waiting just yet. If Lion wants to wait 45 days, so be it. (He hasn’t told me if he has a wait time in mind.) Maybe I’ll even make him wait 46 days just to be cantankerous.