Without offending the intestinal gods, I’m going out on a limb to say that maybe Lion and I have kicked our issues. Neither of us was sick last night. I’ve got my fingers crossed that this continues.

After my shower, I brought out the Box O’Fun. Lion accidentally chose two cards. I was prepared to do the top one and return the second, but the top one was figging. I thought I’d removed those since we don’t have any fresh ginger right now. I guess it’s a good thing he picked two cards. The second card was ball bondage. Oh boy! Lion loves ball bondage.

Lion’s tied balls.

I stretched his balls out as I wrapped the rope around them. I made them nice and tight, but not too tight. My weenie was already excited. For a few minutes I stood beside Lion and stroked him. Then I told him to lay across the bed for some oral action. Jackpot! Lion loves oral attention.

I know he said he didn’t think it was time for another orgasm but I was toying with the idea of giving him one. I wasn’t trying to skew his stats or anything. I just thought, with all his tummy troubles, we could celebrate the potential end with an orgasm. It turns out, he wasn’t ready for one even if he wanted it. I gave it the old college try. He was having a good time. It just wasn’t meant to be. That’s certainly not a problem. I’ll keep going until I get him to the edge and then decide if I want to take him over.

Since I’m not really concerned with how long he waits, I can give him an orgasm any time he’s able and I want to. Let’s say he’s able tonight, but I don’t feel like it. No orgasm. Obviously, it makes it harder if I want to give him one but he’s not able. I mean, I have pressed the point in the past and given him an orgasm when he’s not ready. It’s very difficult and not really worth the effort. What fun is it if he doesn’t want one?

What I love is when Lion is really hard and is making his “oh this feels so good” noises. I like to know he’s getting close and aching to have an orgasm. Then I can decide if I want to be mean and leave him wanting more or if I want to be nice and take him all the way. In the back of my mind I guess I do try to take into account how long he’s waited, but I never really keep track. Unless he’s mentioned it to me I usually have no idea. Mostly I just base it on how much he seems to want it and whether I want to be mean or nice. There have been times that I thought I was being nice and Lion wanted to wait longer. I guess his body was willing but his mind thought it was too soon. That must be an internal failure to communicate.

Tonight we’ll find out what the Box o’Fun has in store for us. Come on, Velcro!

Ever since the day of Lion’s last orgasm, I haven’t been feeling quite right. I’m not sure if it was really light-headedness mixed with some slight stomach involvement or what exactly, but something was off. That may have had more to do with my not making it very far mowing the lawn than the heat and tiredness. Whatever was going on, it hit full force yesterday. It almost felt like Lion’s stomach issues had become mine. I was not happy.

Despite telling Lion how I was feeling, I swear he attempted to ask if he was getting any action. He’s lucky he got dinner. The bed hasn’t been changed in quite a while, but he asked if I felt well enough to change it. Um…no. Then he said we needed to vacuum the crumbs from the middle of the bed. It’s a side effect of eating in bed so much. But, no, I didn’t feel up to doing that either.

I admit it. I did get annoyed that he wanted me to do things when I didn’t feel well. How long have I taken care of him and not asked him to do anything? Can I just have a few hours to be on death’s door myself? I know he’s not able to do a lot so I’ll wind up doing things anyway, but maybe don’t add things to the list.

The good news is that today I feel much better. I’m cautiously optimistic about not wearing a path to the bathroom. I do, however, remember that Lion would start the day out feeling well and by the end of the day, he’d be running. Enough about health issues.

We had torrential downpours on and off yesterday. There wasn’t any more thunder but I’m not sure why the house didn’t float away. I guess the lawn just needed more water to grow. It’s like this every year. I fight a losing battle with the lawn until the beginning of July when it doesn’t rain for a few months and I gain the upper hand on the grass.

Lion mentioned the other day that he needs to be “mowed” too. I didn’t think so but the other night I felt fur. I was actually planning on manscaping this weekend, but then the stomach thing hit. Maybe I can do some on the weeknights. It’s easy enough to turn the wax on during the work day and check on it from time to time while I’m working from home. As soon as I “punch out” I can usher Lion into the room and start waxing. We can start with a Brazilian and his pits since those areas seem to be bothering him the most and go from there as time permits.

On Wednesday, Lion is having another shot into his shoulder joint to alleviate his pain. He was due for it more than a month ago, but things were shut down. It takes a while for the shot to take effect but then he should be good for a few more months.

In the meantime, the Box O’Fun is still available. Assuming we’re both able, we can make use of it tonight. Maybe he won’t select spanking again. I’m thinking if he does, I’ll institute my own do-over and have him select again. I don’t need to give more swats any more than he needs to get them. Besides, we’ll be starting maintenance swats tomorrow. He doesn’t get any then because he was spanked last week for forgetting to set up the coffee. If he’s good all next week, he’ll get a maintenance spanking a week from tomorrow.

[Lion — I wasn’t asking for play yesterday. I knew Mrs. Lion wasn’t feeling well. I also didn’t expect her to do chores. I’m still having the stomach problem so last night we both were running for the bathroom. It has been 6 days since my last orgasm and I don’t expect one today. I am horny. Mrs. Lion likes that and loves to keep me that way.]

My phone alerted me at around 7:30 this morning that a storm was coming. I guess the dog knew already since she’d had me up at 7 to go out. By 8:15 I heard the rumbling. Lion said I slept through some very loud booms. It’s too bad. I love thunderstorms. We listened to the storm for a bit and then we both fell back to sleep. The next thing I knew, it was after 9 and then we both woke up somewhere around 11.

I’m glad we got extra sleep. Obviously we needed it. Sometimes we just need a lazy Saturday, or Sunday to recharge our batteries. I was so tired I think that affected my ability to mow the lawn yesterday. I only got the front done and somehow I managed to lose the gas cap along the way. It’s probably somewhere obvious, but my exhaustion wouldn’t allow me to see it. We ordered another one and I’m sure the original will show up as soon as the new one gets here. My father’s Yankee ingenuity helped me fashion an impromptu cap out of plastic wrap and a hair tie.

When I mentioned mowing the lawn, Lion said I shouldn’t. I knew rain was coming and I wanted to be one step ahead of it. It needs to be done and I’m the one who needs to do it. His argument against it was that it takes so much out of me. This is code for my lack of energy for sex later on. It always bothers me when he says things like that. I have a chore that I’d really rather not do because it does wipe me out and makes me sore, but I have to do it and he’s worried about sex. He’ll say he doesn’t want me to be sore because he doesn’t want me to be sore, but the underlying reason is there. [Lion — I wasn’t thinking about sex. I didn’t want Mrs. Lion to be uncomfortable.]

By the time I dragged myself out to do the dishes from dinner, put away some packages that were delivered, and took my shower, it was already 8:30. The later it gets, the less likely it is that Lion will be available for play. He snoozed while I let my hair dry a little bit. I brought over the Box O’Fun and Lion made his choice. Ironically, it was spanking. Oops. He’d just had a punishment spanking and he was still feeling a little sore. I suppose I could have allowed him to choose again, but we haven’t really had this situation before so we continued on. I don’t think I anticipated his getting in the punishment position. He’s always just rolled over on the bed for a play spanking. There was nothing wrong with his position. I guess maybe it affected me more than him.

It’s been a long time since I’ve wailed away on him with my bare hands. I have to say, it was uncomfortable. My palms were stinging and I hadn’t even really gotten up to full force yet. I used a few implements on him to save my hands, but I should be able to spank harder and longer with my hands. I think I’ve done myself a disservice by picking spanking for punishment. I’m way out of practice with play spanking. We’ll have to figure out a way to rectify that situation that doesn’t get in the way of punishment spankings.

The thought that occurred to me as I was spanking him, other than my stinging hands, is that he wasn’t really able to enjoy a play spanking so close to a punishment spanking and maybe I need to put a “Do-over” card or two in the Box o’Fun. If he pulls one of those cards, he can redeem it for a different pick. It can be sort of a get out of jail card. If he has a “Do-over” card he can trade Velcro for another chance at something else. Theoretically, he runs the risk of picking the same thing again, or he can get something equally as distasteful to him. (I mistyped “distasteful” as “disteasteful” which sounds like a word Lion would coin) The “Do-over” card would have no expiration date and could be used for any card in the Box o’Fun. Obviously, he can’t get out of a punishment. I think it’s a good idea to give him some say in our play. If he knows he won’t enjoy a play spanking, why do it?

Another way I could give him a do-over is to reward him for the good things he does. I’ve struggled to find rewards for him so maybe that’s the answer. If I give him that as a reward he wouldn’t be at the mercy of the Box o’Fun. I think I just talked myself into it. A reward it is!

Mrs. Lion loves games; the kind she plays on her iPad and computer. I am not fond of them at all. I like sexy games where the outcome is spanking, wanking, etc. She doesn’t seem to care for them. Too bad.

She may have a good reason not to enjoy those games. This game is “Heads or Tails”. We have not tried this game. Play is very slow. First we make a move, then take the time to deliver the result. For example, if we play “Spank Or Wank”, first she tosses a coin. Then if it’s heads she wanks me for an amount of time. This can take some time since the timer wouldn’t start until I’m hard. If it is tails, I get spanked. Again, I have to get into position, and then when the timer starts, I get spanked. There is more activity with me than actual gameplay.

shock collar under my balls
Collar in place under my balls. Just touching a button on her phone delivers a painful jolt.

Zapardy! is a game that Mrs. Lion used to like. This one moves along and doesn’t take much effort on her part. The way we used to play it, we would watch “Jeopardy” together. I would answer questions I thought I could get right. If I got it right, nothing happened. If I got it wrong, she would zap me with the shock collar. Before we started I would strap the collar on around my cock and balls. Mrs. Lion recently said she wanted to play again, but hasn’t.

I think we may need to modify the rules a bit. In the past there was no penalty for not answering a question. In a way that is fair, but I can escape any zaps simply by remaining silent. Maybe I should get zapped for every two or three questions I don’t answer.

Another “game” we have played in the past was Box O’Fun.  Mrs. Lion has a small wooden box in which she’s put cards with things to do to me written on them. The cards are folded in half so I can’t see what they say. The activities range from clothespins on my balls (Link to picture) to bondage and Icy Hot on my balls. As far as I can tell all of the activities are cock and ball torture.

When we played, each night I would pick a card, and Mrs. Lion would do what it said. There are duplicate activities in the Box. After I pick a card, she retires it in another box. The idea is that eventually I will pick every card and suffer every activity. Then she would put the cards back in the box and start again. At any time she can add new activities to the box.

tiny clothespins on penis head
The absolute worst card in the box has this happen to me with at least two clothespins.

This game assured we would play regularly. It also added an element of suspense for me since I know that some activities are very unpleasant, like dollhouse clothespins on the head of my cock.

We used to play our NFL game. This game is very simple. We watch a game together. Every time either team scores I get 2 spanks for each point. Touchdowns are 12 swats, field goals 6, etc. If our quarterback is sacked, I get 3 and 3 if our team fumbles. Sometimes Mrs. Lion would hit much harder when the team we were not rooting for would score. At the end of the game, I had a sore butt and we had fun.

It seems that unless we do these things regularly, we just stop. It’s too easy to just slip back into inactivity. I’m hoping we can decide to consistently play again. Maybe we can find new games to play. Do you have a favorite?