Lion is loving his green light to nag me about things being on flat surfaces. I suppose I should have specified that it starts once the flat surface is clear, but it’s not really a big deal. The fact that he’s looking at things that might be his on the table is excellent.

I finally agreed that he deserved to be punished for his remarks about my hair cutting ability, or lack thereof. He insists he doesn’t flip out about things, but I think he does. He was pretty upset about his hair. Yes, it’s short in one spot in the front. Yes, it calmed down a little after his shower. My feeling about bad haircuts is that it’s just hair. It will grow back. If he wants to get back at me, he can give me a haircut. He won’t. He likes my long hair.

Anyway, he earned a punishment. I should have given him his swats before dinner. I like to separate punishment from sex by a few hours. If I punish him after dinner, there’s not really enough time to separate it. Oh well. We do what we can. And what I did was whomp his buns with a rubber paddle. He said the rubber paddle from the other day could have been used all by itself to cause bruises. I picked a different one, but it had the same effect.

I started out slowly because I know the rubber paddle is harsher. Once I revved up to full strength, I could already see bruises forming. In all fairness, he had the beginnings of a bruise the other day. I didn’t want to keep whomping on bruises so I had to stop. I’m sure he learned his lesson. Then he said next time I should use a different paddle to warm up and then use the rubber paddle for bruises. But didn’t he just say…? Yup. He did.

While I was at work yesterday, and we were doing our emails back and forth, Lion alerted me that if I didn’t allow him to orgasm last night he’d only have two orgasms for August. I don’t normally care how many he has in a given month, but I hastened to point out that his having an orgasm isn’t entirely up to me. He hadn’t been able to get to the edge for a while so I had no choice but to make him wait. However, I offered to help things along by applying Icy Hot. When he objected, I asked if he’d rather have tiny clothespins. He didn’t. Of course, I figured the punishment he had coming would do more than the threat of Icy Hot. And it did.

It took some doing but Lion got to the edge and then some. I was rewarded for all my hard work with a nice mouthful of cum. Yum! I guess the wait was worth it.

Monday night, Lion was awake a lot. He watched TV. I don’t know if it was particularly loud, but it did wake me up at a few points. I was tired yesterday. Lion snoozed a bit in the afternoon. By quitting time, I was ready for a nap. But, true to my word, I played with Lion early.

At first, he said he wasn’t sure if he was in the mood. I figured I’d give it a shot and see how things went before abandoning him. Once I got him excited, I tied his balls up. Tell me again how you don’t know if you’re in the mood. My weenie had other ideas. He was excited whether Lion was or not.

Once I started sucking him, he was certainly excited. I vary the speed to keep things non-boring. Yesterday, I tried to get as close as possible to the speed he bucks. I figure that’s his natural rhythm so it probably works best. It did. It still took a while, but after one edging that wasn’t really an edging, I got him all the way to orgasm.

Not in the mood, my butt.

I’m assuming it was a twelve day wait this time. I’m basing that on the ninth day being a few days ago. I may be off by a day or two. It doesn’t really matter anyway. I probably should have waited until he was really horny again, but I wanted to prove a point. I don’t care if he thinks he’s in the mood or not, I can take an orgasm when I want it.

The cage maker, Evotion got back to Lion this morning. He’ll be without the cage for three weeks. I guess that means I have to lock him in the Jail Bird. I don’t think he wants to be wild for that long. (I’m fine with it, but he wants to be locked up now.) I think he’ll be annoyed when he sprays pee all over the place. I know I will. Normally, when the Jail Bird goes on, he wishes he had it back off. That didn’t happen with the printed one. I guess it really is the most comfortable cage he has.

I am happy to report that our jam is a success. We sampled some this morning and it’s wonderful. I’ll freeze the rest of the blueberries and we can either use them in pancakes or make another batch of jam in the future. Today I have to sandblast the kitchen to get all the pickling and jamming residue off the walls and floor. It’s amazing how far bubbling jam flies.

Yesterday was hot. We got our kitchen activities out of the way early and then we vegetated for the rest of the day. We both snoozed a bit. I braved the heat to make dinner. After I did the dishes, Lion was snoozing. By the time he woke up fully it was nine o’clock. I asked if he wanted to play or if it was too late. He said it was too late and that he had hoped we’d play earlier in the day. Yes. He had wanted that. I forgot. I was hot and tired and I forgot he wanted to play early.

I’d hope we’d make a trip to get my medications today, but that was when Lion waxing was tentatively scheduled for Saturday or Sunday. Once I get done writing I’ll start the wax and clear off the waxing table. While the wax melts, usually at least three hours, I’ll tackle the kitchen. It’s still supposed to be hot today but “only” mid-eighties. Hot wax on a hot Lion sounds steamy. When he’s done being waxed, he’ll take a shower to get all the oil and wax off. And then he should be ready for love. I have no idea when that will be but it will most likely be earlier than we normally play.

I don’t have any specific plans for Lion. I’m not even sure he’ll get an orgasm. It all depends on how horny he is. If he seems like he really wants one, he might just get it. On the other hand, what fun would that be? If he really wants it, shouldn’t I make him wait? We’ll see how nice I’m feeling later on.

On Tuesday night I had to stop giving Lion oral sex because I was hot and tired. I’d just come out of the shower and couldn’t see getting myself all sweaty again. Last night was another matter. I work from home on Thursdays and I don’t always take a shower Wednesday night. It didn’t really matter how sweaty I got.

The Magic Wand was all charged up and ready to go. Unfortunately, it didn’t have much of an effect on Lion. I’m not sure why. It’s worked in the past. We tried for a bit but it didn’t seem to be getting any better. I decided what he needed was oral sex. If you ask him, he’ll say that’s usually the case.

I knew Lion was having fun. He went from being pretty hard to not very hard, but I knew he was still enjoying himself. That’s my criteria until one of us cries uncle. At a certain point, I didn’t want to stop because I was afraid he was almost there. Here it is. Nope. Maybe now. Nope. Almost. Nope. Afterward, Lion said it was apparent I wasn’t going to stop. He’s right. I’d decided that I’d put too much effort in not to come away with an orgasm so, dammit, I was going to keep going. Eventually he had one. It was a nice one. He was happy. I was drenched in sweat. And happy.

Before I even started, I decided if he had an orgasm, I was going to lock him back up. I wanted to test out the theory that he’ll get horny faster if he’s locked up. And then he got under the covers because he was cold and I was trying to get cooled off. And I didn’t lock him up. I thought about it a few times before bedtime but I didn’t do it. As we were hunkering down and the lights were going out, Lion said he was wild. I don’t think it was a reminder. I’m not sure if he was surprised I hadn’t locked him up. He certainly wasn’t asking me to do it. I think it was just a statement. As I think of it now, I could always tell him to meet me in the bedroom so I can lock him up. I think I’ll wait till after his shower. I’m fairly certain he won’t be horny tonight. We can start the clock then.

I’m actually interested to see if the cage has anything to do with his horniness level. I guess it makes sense. He can’t help but notice he’s locked up. He has no access to his favorite toy. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I’d think it would make him want to play with himself more simply because he can’t. We shall see. [Lion — I’m not allowed to do more than get myself hard. (rolling eyes)]