It’s been a weird week. Things were naturally busy after a shortened Thanksgiving week. Then yesterday, I couldn’t log in remotely. In truth, we all log in remotely to our cloud server in the sky. It’s that cumulonimbus floating by right now. See it? I don’t have many details, but it sounds like somewhere along the way, we were hacked. I don’t think it was us specifically. I think it was one of the programs between us and that puffy white void. Apparently, it’s ransomware. There’s no real estimate of when we’ll be up and running again. And then we’ll have to notify our clients that their personal information may have been compromised.

I was sort of lounging around today, playing games and not really paying attention to much. We ate lunch and Lion asked if I’d written a post. Nope. Not yet. I went back to my desk and forgot all about a post. Lion is writing his for tomorrow morning so I thought I’d write my own. I don’t have much to say. We didn’t do anything last night. I was achy and tired. And cranky. But the crankiness might be due to the achy and tired part. Or maybe not.

I take a serotonin-norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor. I asked for something for anxiety many years ago and, as it happens, this drug also helps with pain. Unfortunately, that class of drugs also messes with libido. I had no idea. When I went to the doctor, she said it’s the likely culprit. However, I can’t just stop taking the drug. Aside from the fact that you have to taper off, I still need it for pain and anxiety. The compromise we came to was to add in a non-serotonin-norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor and back off from the evil one. The additional drug does not help with pain. And don’t I know it.

My nieces have asthma. When they were younger, they had to be rushed to the hospital a lot for severe asthma attacks. On TV, they always tell people having an asthma attack to calm down. I’ve always thought that was impossible. If I can’t breathe, I’m going to panic. And if I panic, I’m not going to be able to breathe. I feel the same way with this drug change. Am I anxious because I’m in pain or in pain because I’m anxious? Do I just need to get used to the new dosage or does my body need the higher dosage.

To be clear, the pain is not debilitating. It’s not constant. It’s insidious. It’s always there, waiting for me to screw up. Oh, see? You moved wrong. Pain. Did you really think you could mow the lawn without feeling like you’ve been run over? Nope. Sorry, but thanks for playing our game.

Ironically, exercise can help. It also causes pain. I keep thinking I can start walking to get some exercise and then we go to Costco and I’m wiped out. Sometimes, and this sounds weird to say, I’d like to trade for big pain. You know, just to change it up. The big pain, like a broken leg, would eventually stop. The nagging pain doesn’t.

Okay. So that’s my story for today, boys and girls. Tune in tomorrow for another exciting read.

Last night we went to pick up Lion’s glasses. Ordinarily, the trip would take about 20 minutes each way. Unfortunately, the main road closed on Monday so we had to take a detour, behind a slow driver. It took 45 minutes. The trip back was shorter. I guess we managed to hit rush hour.

By the time we got home and ate dinner, I was done. I think the medication change is bothering me. I’m achier and more tired. I’ve had a headache off and on for the past four or five days. I hope these issues will resolve once my body get used to the meds. I just don’t know how long it will take. I’m willing to tough it out for about a month before I send up a flare to the doctor. In the meantime, I’ll manage the best I can.

Lion was a little disappointed I wasn’t able to give him any attention. He understood, but that doesn’t take away from the disappointment. I mean, you can understand why you can’t have X but you can still be disappointed. As it turns out, Lion’s shoulder started hurting while we snuggled. He may need to go back in for a steroid shot. We’re both just falling apart at the seams.

Tonight, I have to pick up more of the dog’s medicine and change the bed. Once that’s done, Lion can probably have some fun. I don’t want to disappoint him two nights in a row. I know I might not get him to the edge so soon after an orgasm, but I need to try. He might surprise me. He’s been hornier than usual lately.

He did ask for some attention for his butt too. It may not happen tonight, but it will happen. As I was cleaning up over the weekend, I found a multi-color dildo we’ve never used. It might be a bit big for starters but I’m sure he can take it with a little practice. He might even be ready for it before the weekend is over.

My theory that I caused Lion’s sore spot appears to be correct. I’ve wondered if I injured him with my teeth when I did my Hoover impression. Since I was sucking so hard, I think I nicked him with my tooth and caused the bruise. I can’t explain why it turned from bruise to weird white spot or why it morphed into an apparent scar. However, as I sucked him last night, Lion noticed that my tooth does occasionally hit that spot. I told him I’ll get dentures so I can gum him and we won’t have an issue in the future. (In college, my roommate used to file her teeth down. I don’t know if she had similar issues biting her partners.)

I haven’t been sucking Lion as hard. That one time was it. I’m not even sure why I did it then, but I guess it was a bad idea. He did ask me the other night to not suck as hard. I wasn’t aware I was sucking hard but I loosened up anyway. I don’t want to hurt him again.

Despite the fact that it was late (after 8:30), I was able to get Lion to the edge easily. He reset the wait time. We’re at three days today, I believe. I’m happy he was horny enough to get to the edge after only two days. That hasn’t been the case lately. When I was done with him, he was still spread eagle across the bed for a few minutes. It took him some time to catch his breath. Job well done!

Of course, I’m not sure if his horniness stems from the punishment spanking he got for forgetting to set up the coffee pot. So far he’s remembered to do it since his blunder the other day. I asked him if he was trying to avoid more swats. He is. Good boy. He seemed a little thin-skinned while I was swatting him. Maybe he needs more practice taking swats. A maintenance spanking may not do much for his mind, but I think it helps his buns remember. Perhaps we’ll have to do some experiments in that area.

Maybe I should only post when I am horny or in trouble. After all, I am a sex blogger who also practices domestic discipline. What do I have to say when I don’t want sex and I’m not getting spanked? Would the blog be more popular if I reduced my output this way?

That’s a serious question. My life isn’t all that interesting right now. A couple of years ago I learned I had cervical spinal stenosis. Disks in my neck were constricting my spine. One small “whiplash” incident could make me a quadriplegic. I was rushed into surgery to fix it.

beware of Jean-Christophe A. Leveque, MD

The surgeon refused to tell us about the recovery from this operation. Because opening up the spinal canal would allow a sudden flow of spinal fluid, my spinal cord would be shocked, much the way it feels when a clothespin is removed from a sensitive spot. It hurts more coming off than it does going on.

This sudden flow created problems for me. My balance was impaired. Right after the surgery, I could hardly move. I couldn’t even pee. I needed a catheter. I could only stand with help. It took a long time for me to learn to get around with a walker. Mrs. Lion and I had no idea this would happen.

The surgeon is a lying bastard. Despite direct questions from both of us, he covered up the seriousness of the surgery. He works at Virginia Mason Hospital in Seattle. His last name is Leveque (Go ahead and try to sue me, you fuck!) If you are referred to him, run like a thief.

Now, two years later, I’m still impaired. Walking can be difficult for me. My balance is better, but not perfect. Literally, at the same time, I developed Glaucoma. Before it was under control I lost most of my peripheral vision. I haven’t tried driving since this happened.

None of this is intended to garner your sympathy. I have no need for that. It’s just to let you know that my ability to experience the world has constricted substantially. Fortunately, most of me works quite well.

Mrs. Lion and I have adapted and our male chastity and domestic discipline have continued unabated. We share our adventures with you. Every single sexual experience since February 2014 has been faithfully reported here. A sex researcher could have a field day with our blog.

Four sexless days

Yesterday is the fourth day since my last orgasm. Even though Mrs. Lion asks me if I am “interested in anything” every day, I have politely demurred. This isn’t deprivation, just lack of interest. I’ve been following my rules and doing my chores, so no spankings either.

Even if I made a slip, I’m not sure Mrs. Lion would punish me. My mood is too dark. I rarely remember my dreams. In the last few days, I’ve had a couple that I haven’t forgotten. Both had me doing “normal” things.

In one, I was driving through the countryside on a two-lane road. My vision was perfect and I loved driving. In my dream, I was surprised that I wasn’t on a road-racing track. I loved my times on the track. The other had me walking with Mrs. Lion through the geyser fields at Yellowstone National Park. We had done that about a decade ago.

Both dreams were rated “G”. I think they underline the contrast between my life just a couple of years ago and now. No wonder I’m sad. I decided to share this because it might give you some perspective on why, after nearly 5,000 posts, I’m having second thoughts. I know my interest in sex will return. My vision won’t.

Once I’m horny again, I will probably try to push aside the sadness in favor of our tried-and-true fun. It gets harder to push aside. Maybe I shouldn’t write until I succeed.