For a long time, I’ve asserted that Lion’s wait times are wrong. He says he’s been waiting X number of days based on his last orgasm. I say he shouldn’t count the few days after orgasm because he could care less if he has sex or not. Suddenly, the other day he came around to my line of thinking. Of course, he didn’t say he was agreeing with me. He just made a statement. What the heck? It sort of gave me flashbacks to arguments with my ex. We’d be yelling for hours and then realize we were both saying the same thing. It was so frustrating. Obviously, the level of frustration with Lion was far less than with the ex, but the concept of saying the same thing was there.

Naturally, counting from the orgasm date gives a more concrete number. I have no idea when Lion begins to get horny unless he tells me. On the other hand, I don’t really care how long he waits. I take my cues from him and then I decide when I feel like giving him an orgasm. I’ve been known to give him an orgasm the day after the last one just to keep him on his toes. That hasn’t happened recently because he’s physically not ready for one that soon. When he was having stomach issues, I think he waited over twenty days between orgasms. Does that mean he waited over twenty days? I don’t think so. Yes, physically, he didn’t have an orgasm for twenty days. But most of that time he was trying to get his stomach and intestines to stop playing ping pong. He wasn’t thinking about sex. He wasn’t really waiting.

So how long was he waiting? That’s the problem. I have no way of knowing. I’m not sure Lion does either. If there was one day in the middle of all the turmoil that Lion felt horny, does that start the clock? Or is that day just counted as a day along with the random Tuesday he felt a little better or the following Saturday that he thought he might get lucky? It will be incredibly hard to quantify things.

The other problem, which isn’t really so much a problem as an observation, is that some ten-day waits are worse than others. I don’t know if it’s hormones, the amount of reading he’s done, the way the planets align or what, but sometimes Lion is hornier than other times. Sometimes he wants an orgasm. Sometimes he really wants an orgasm. And sometimes he really, really wants an orgasm. After some waits, he’ll say, “Well, it was an X day wait.” Yes, but for three of those days, he didn’t care. Does that make it a seven day wait? It’s a little too subjective to fully figure out. And, in the end, does it really matter? We’re not going for the record or anything. I just frustrate him for a few days (sometimes more) and give him an orgasm. Done.

The thing that was important to me over this past week was making up for the ruined orgasm he had. We hate those. Lion told me not to worry about it, but I wanted to do a reset to his system. I know it sounds silly. I just wanted, I don’t know, to apologize to his body for the less-than-stellar orgasm. Of course, there have been other orgasms along the way that were less than stellar, but I don’t normally cause them. I mean, I cause the orgasm, but the lack of stellar-ness is not my fault. When it is my fault, I feel the need to correct it. Consider it an I’m-sorry-your-dinner-was-not-to-your-liking-so-I’ve-taken-it-off-the-bill situation. I basically made up for crappy service.

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Damn NFL draft! I hadn’t counted on it foiling my plans for Zapardy! I have no idea how many rounds there are nor how many will be televised. It’s quite possible we’ll have to wait till Monday to play our game.

In the meantime, I am currently warming the wax so I can de-fur Lion. He’s been hinting for a week or so that he needs it done. I’ve also noticed the hair on the base of his penis giving me a mustache when I do a blow job. It doesn’t really bother me but it’s a sure sign he needs to be waxed. I’m thinking I’ll do the front today and the flipside tomorrow. I’ll see how ambitious I am before I decide on his legs. I can certainly do from his upper thighs to his neck, minus his arms of course. Depending on my energy level, I can do his legs when I do his back since, thankfully, there’s less hair there.

Just because we didn’t play Zapardy! doesn’t mean Lion didn’t have fun. Actually, he had his fun before Zapardy! was even supposed to be on. I think it’s fortuitous that Lion has somewhat lost interest in handjobs and I’ve found them more difficult to administer than blow jobs. Last year, if you recall, I wanted to bring the number of oral orgasms even with handjob orgasms. I failed miserably. I’m not sure what the numbers are this year but I’d guess I’m closer to 50-50, if not favoring oral. [Lion — So far this year Mrs. Lion has made me come with 5 handjobs and 8 blow jobs!]

We didn’t “play” in Lion’s sense of the word. I might have playfully pinched at his nipples, but I didn’t linger. I simply told him I needed him across the bed and he complied. It would be very silly of him not to comply. I was offering his favorite activity.

I knew we were up there in terms of days since his previous orgasm, but I wasn’t sure if it was day thirteen or fourteen. I wasn’t even sure I was going to give him an orgasm. He’d said he wasn’t sure how he felt about getting one. At least that’s what I read. He was playing semantics with me while I was playing with his nipples. He said he knew exactly how he felt about it. Well, I knew exactly how he’d feel about it in a few minutes. If all went well, he’d be desperate for one.

He said I got him “dangerously close” to an orgasm when I edged him. I knew it was close but if I went too far I wouldn’t have let it be a ruined orgasm. I would have finished him off. It’s rarely fun to let it be ruined. As it turned out, it wasn’t ruined at all. He had a very nice orgasm and I was rewarded with very nice cum. He says it makes sense there would be more because it had been a long time between orgasms. I say there was a lot because of my skillful ministrations. I have no idea which of us is right. It’s possible it has nothing to do with either.

At any rate, Lion is a happy boy and he’ll be even happier after he gets waxed. I think he can stifle his disappointment at missing out on Zapardy! for a few days.

[Lion — Zapardy is a game we play while watching “Jeopardy” on TV. I answer questions along with the contestants. If I get one wrong, Mrs. Lion zaps me with the doggy shock collar. Nothing happened if I get one right.]

Tender9zer paddle on lion's buttThursday night I ended up getting a ruined orgasm. Mrs. Lion didn’t intend that to happen, but it did. At one moment I was very aroused and feeling that I was getting close. She stopped stimulating me, but my arousal continue to grow. It felt like a switch was thrown inside me and I was over the top.

This is new. Generally, I can tell when Mrs. Lion has gone too far. It will take a while, as much as 15 seconds, before I actually ejaculate. However, I know it’s coming. This time it was a surprise to both of us. It was a sneak attack; no warning at all. This has happened once or twice before. I can’t detect any pattern. When it happens neither of us gets any warning. She was disappointed that she went too far.

For some time I’ve produced very little semen. The common wisdom is that as long as there’s any semen left, it’s possible to immediately stimulate the penis for additional ruined orgasms. That’s not true in my case since I have a tiny, almost-nonexistent supply. I wonder if my ability to come the next day is improved because the orgasm was ruined? I doubt it, but I am curious.

My sexual response has become less predictable. I can’t understand why. I suspect it may be related to the surgery I had in March. After all, my spinal cord does connect my penis to the brain. It may be the surgical disruption is affecting me. I’m not really happy about this. However, we still have fun.

Slowly but steadily I am working off my punishment backlog. Thursday night Mrs. Lion raised some welts with her tenderizer paddle. She only used the smooth side, but that was enough. She let me know that I can expect daily spankings until I’ve worked off the entire backlog. I’m glad I have a tough hide.

Yesterday, we got an interesting comment from one of our readers, Juan Carlos:

“I think the FLR or WLM is a bad business for the woman. She now has more work with your penis and your narcissism.”

That’s an interesting observation. My recent post, “The Submissive Mystique” talked about how much work being dominant can be. It pointed out that a disciplining wife doesn’t just sit around eating bonbons. It also pointed out that all of the services the so-called submissive performs would be done without the power exchange. This prompted Juan Carlos to decide that a female lead relationship is bad business.

I can understand how he got that impression. People who love one another unselfishly do things to make their partners happy. Mrs. Lion is my disciplining wife because she knows I’m a happier critter when she is strict with me. She has no illusions that she needs to be that way in order to get me to do things for her. With or without our FLRD, I’ll do anything she wants because I love her. She does all the extra work of dominating me because she knows it makes me happy.

The simple fact is that we are both happy. I can’t speak for her, but I believe she doesn’t consider herself overly burdened by the tasks associated with our FLRD. I’m absolutely sure she doesn’t consider playing with my penis to be a distasteful chore. I think she likes it.

I don’t think she particularly likes spanking me. She also isn’t too fond of cooking. She does both because they are needed. In the past, I did almost all the cooking. Since my surgery I haven’t been very stable on my paws. So, working in the kitchen is challenging and somewhat dangerous for me. Mrs. Lion has taken up the slack. As I regain my equilibrium, I’ll pick up more of the cooking. Of course, she’s stuck with all the spanking.

She’s been thinking about other ways to punish me. I don’t believe anything has come to mind she feels could replace application of her paddle. If she does, I’ll be the first to know and you’ll be the second. I’m being careful to avoid commenting on ideas she may express in posts. I don’t believe I should have any input in how she punishes me. That doesn’t mean I don’t have an opinion; I just better keep my mouth shut.

Mrs. Lion is very collaborative by nature. She is always interested in my input. Sometimes that even extends to how I am to be punished. In the past, I’ve offered many suggestions. I suppose if I come up with a new idea, I’ll share it. Otherwise, she has all the information she needs. I know she’s not afraid to experiment, so I will be her willing subject when she wants to try something different.

I earned all of the punishments last week by spilling food on my shirt. I just couldn’t help myself. I wonder if it wasn’t a neurological glitch as my spinal cord settles into its new spot. I can’t explain it any other way. Since last weekend, I haven’t done any spilling. I didn’t do it on purpose. I just felt less coordinated.

It was fortuitous that I did get food on myself. I think we’re getting back into our old pre-surgical FLRD now. Mrs. Lion is no longer inclined to spare the paddle. She’s not accepting any excuses for infractions.

I’m not sure how many more punishments are in my backlog. I’ll find out when Mrs. Lion tells me we are up-to-date.

I didn’t feel all that great last night. Sometimes a medication puts my gut through hell. But I was determined to catch up on some of the punishment swats we’ve been putting off. I still owe Lion for at least two spills and a forgotten punishment day reminder. He’s been very good for about a week and if I had steadfastly whomped him every day, I think we would be done by now.

I haven’t been counting swats. Well, I count ten swats on each cheek. I just haven’t been counting how many sets. I’d guess Lion got somewhere between 200 and 300 swats. And at the end I only did five slow, hard swats on each cheek. Still, it was enough to raise a tiny blood spot and maybe the beginning of a bruise. As we head into the weekend I’ll have more opportunities to swat him multiple times per day. Obviously I could whomp him immediately after I get home and then after my shower, but I haven’t. I could, just as an example, swat him morning, noon and night on Saturday and Sunday. That would go a long way toward getting caught up. How many swats do I actually owe him? I never know how many swats I’ll give him for any specific infraction. I’ll know when he’s paid his dues.

Lion was wild from Wednesday night so it couldn’t have been the cage that made him horny. Perhaps it was the spanking. I do know that he’s been very hard lately. And, dare I say it, maybe even a little thicker. It’s a very strange thing. Could the new cage be making him thicker? I don’t know why it would, but it seems to be. From the first time I unlocked him, he’s had sort of an urgent erection. That sounds weird. What I mean is he had helmet head (marks from the bars of the cage) and he almost sprang out of the cage. I don’t remember that ever happening with the Jail Bird. He’s had helmet head before, but his erection practically launching the cage off when it was unlocked is new.

He was very horny again last night. Unfortunately, I must have hit the turbo button because he had a ruined orgasm before I was able to edge him. One second he was on his way to the edge and the next second he was in orbit. I knew he was excited, but sheesh! Give a girl a warning. I think it surprised him too. It’s happened before but, thankfully, it doesn’t happen often. Neither one of us is thrilled with ruined orgasms.

A little while ago, the new, custom cage came in the mail. As I went downstairs to write my post, Lion was heading to the bedroom, presumably, to put it on. It looks very small to me. Too small. But I know Lion will try his best to get in there. I have no doubt it will fit with some persuasion. How comfortable it will be is another matter. I’m sure he’ll let you know.