I looked up my predictions for Lion’s recovery. I thought at the one week mark he’d be answering emails and taking phone calls. Not quite. I thought he wouldn’t feel so helpless once the sling came off. Nope. The sling is still on and he doesn’t feel so helpless. And I thought it would take till the four to six week mark for him to feel frisky. No way!

It’s a little difficult to snuggle since there’s so much in the middle of the bed. Lion sleeps on the right side and since his right shoulder is out of commission, everything has to be accessible from his left side. In the middle of the bed. All the remotes, the tissues, cough drops, iPad, everything. When I want to snuggle, I have to move a storage container full of stuff out of the way. Good thing Lion is the prize on the other side or it wouldn’t be worth it.

So last night, I backed the U-Haul up and moved the barricade. Once we got started he was hard in very little time. And then he was ready to go. It crossed my mind to just edge him and get started with enforced chastity right away. He won’t be in his cage for a while still, but the cage isn’t necessary to keep him from having an orgasm. Then I thought, since he’s been in so much pain lately, I could be nice to him and give him an orgasm. So I did. It wasn’t the most spectacular orgasm. I’d only edged him two or three times. I hadn’t swatted his balls or really pinched his nipples. He wasn’t sufficiently primed. He didn’t even produce any semen. But it still felt good and that’s all that counts.

Afterward, he made a comment that the semen wouldn’t have been good to eat anyway since it would have antibiotics, anesthesia and pain meds in it. If that’s the case, perhaps he needs an orgasm a day to clean the pipes out. That was my idea, not his. I’m not sure he’s up for that right now anyway. Actually, he wasn’t up for it months ago when I suggested an orgasm a day. No problem. He’ll have as many as I want to give him. Maybe a few more before we go back to any sort of waiting. It all depends on how his recuperation goes.

Lion was in considerable pain yesterday. Friday night, he must have twisted wrong and hurt his back. A week ago he hit his elbow hard on a door. And, of course, his shoulder is wounded. Throughout the day he took Tylenol or heroin (as he likes to call his opioid prescription) and it was helping. I thought for sure he’d be in no mood for fun. Wrong. He was horny. Very horny.

The past few times we’ve played, I’ve given him an orgasm after edging him four or five times. I figure I never know when he’s going to be horny because of the pain so I have to strike while the iron is hot. Last night I was planning on edging him and leaving him high and dry. So what if he’s not horny today or tomorrow? There’s always the next day. But I went too far. As I let off the gas he told me he was going to come. I had no choice but to keep stroking him. Well, I could have left him with a ruined orgasm, but we both hate those.

He’s concerned that he didn’t have very much semen. He says after eight days he should have produced more and he thinks he’s a broken Lion. I don’t think so. There could be any number of reasons for it. Maybe he didn’t drink enough. Maybe I didn’t get him excited enough. Maybe the drugs played a role. It’s not like he never has a lot of semen. He’s always had fluctuations in the amount. I guess for a man whose body seems to be giving out all over, it’s easy to assume he’s broken.

I’m not ready to trade in my old, broken-down Lion on a newer model. I’ll keep repairing this one until I can’t find parts. Luckily, medicine keeps figuring out how to repair Lions.

Lion wonders what today will bring. Well, we talked about diapers. Lion has a problem with keeping his pants up. You see, he has no butt. None. So his pants try to slide right on down. No matter how tight he pulls his belt, his pants do not cooperate. This is sometimes amusing, but generally he needs to keep one hand free to grab them if they start to go. I thought a diaper would escalate this problem. They have a somewhat slippery exterior. I turns out, the bulkiness may actually help the pants situation. So Lion will be wearing a diaper today.

As soon as we get ready to go out on our errands, Lion will put his diaper on. When we get home, he will continue to wear diapers. He will have to wear one for two pees and change just before the third pee so he’s always in a wet diaper. I know they don’t necessarily feel wet, but they sag when wet and that’s what I’m going for. Because he’ll be wearing diapers, he does not need to wear his training collar. He forgot it yesterday anyway. I’ll punish him at some point today for that transgression.

We continue to learn/talk/plan for his shoulder surgery. Last night, after he said he was horny all day and I decided to give him an orgasm because it’s been a few days and he needed something good to happen, (how’s this for a run-on sentence) I hit upon the idea of the Lion show. I didn’t call it that last night, but it fits. I presented Lion with the idea of asking for play, edging and/or orgasms while we wait for surgery and during his recovery period. He’s the only one who knows how much pain he’s in. Rather than having me pester him with unwanted advances, he can decide what he wants and when he wants it.

This idea may fly in the face of female led marriage, male chastity, and domestic discipline, but we’re all about experimenting and deciding what works for us. Other people may have had shoulder surgery or other surgeries, but people are different. Lion may be able to take more or less pain than someone else. It may depend on the type of pain. He may be able to endure a punishment spanking, but the shoulder is killing him. Perhaps a broken toe wouldn’t be much of a problem, but a tendon tear is excruciating. My mother once said that a cracked kneecap was the worst pain she’d ever experienced. This woman has had more broken bones and other pains than anyone I know.

So, from last night until I decide he’s out of pain sufficiently, Lion will ask for play, edging and/or orgasms. That doesn’t mean I necessarily have to grant them. It also doesn’t mean that I can’t offer to do them. My job is to take good care of Lion any way I can. Right now, he’s scared and worried. I’ll do anything I can to help.

Sometimes things just seem to fall into place. With all the turmoil lately, it’s nice to have something go smoothly. Even though our night was interspersed with surgery talk, Lion managed to have a good night.

I decided to choose my own paddle for Lion’s punishment. He said I picked the meanest one. I think he could have said that about several of them. This one has a long handle with a small circular head. Lots of leverage. It’s actually the cousin of possibly the meanest paddle we have, which is made of bloodwood.

Before I started swatting, I wanted to test a theory I had. It’s been a long time since he’s been swatted, but there’s a spot on his right cheek that tends to bleed even if I don’t hit it directly. I wondered if I put some paper tape on it before I started, if it would keep it from bleeding. The fact that it was even hard to find the spot probably meant it wouldn’t bleed.

I tried the tape anyway. I don’t know if it didn’t bleed because it just wasn’t going to anyway or if I didn’t hit the spot, but the tape might have been a success. I’ll need to keep trying it to see if my theory is really correct.

A while after his punishment, we snuggled. I’m never sure if he’s receptive to attention until I try. I don’t think he is either right now. Once my weenie was at attention, though, I knew we were onto something good. I hadn’t really planned ahead of time, but I wanted to give Lion some oral attention. I can’t remember how I gave him his last orgasm, but a blow job is usually welcome. Now that I know how to edge him orally, he never knows if he’s actually getting an orgasm or not.

Afterwards, he said he was hoping for a blow job. It must have been ESP. He was thinking it and I must have heard him. Or it just could have been that I know he loves blow jobs and I love giving them to him. Whatever the case, he was a happy Lion. He said he wondered if he’d have an orgasm. It’s still within our window of an orgasm a day experiment. Why not? He has two more shots for orgasms. Our experiment ends Wednesday night. Who knows how long he’ll have to wait after that?