We are in our new house. The movers finished last Thursday. We are living in a sea of boxes. Mrs. Lion has been working to get us unpacked enough to function on a semi-normal level. My office is a cacoon of boxes with my desk and computer in the middle. Our technology is almost fully installed. Our VOIP phones are working, and both Internet services are up and running.

Between looking for a new house and moving, our more personal activities have fallen behind. I mentioned that I hadn’t been spanked in a long time (42 days), and she replied we hadn’t done other things, either. She’s right. It’s been 21 days since my last orgasm. I suppose the math suggests that I need a spanking twice as much as I do an orgasm. My imagination has been going on both subjects. Of course, Mrs. Lion has to be up for doing something. She’s been sore from packing and unpacking. There’s also the matter of finding where the paddles and Edex are packed. Mrs. Lion mentioned that the paddles are in cartons marked “Personal,” but she hasn’t seen any sign of them yet. Edex is also buried somewhere.

If she wants to spank me, Mrs. Lion can improvise with my hairbrush, I suppose. The spanking bench is conveniently located at the foot of our bed. There is plenty of room to use it right where it is. How convenient for her!

The priority has to be getting our new house set up. Still, it’s getting more difficult to avoid getting grumpy over the lack of below-the-waist attention. Yes, I know it isn’t a priority, and I accept this reality. I’m doing my best to accept it gracefully.

I’m not sure I ever got a hairbrush paddling. I have a paddle-shaped hairbrush that I’ve been using for years as a hairbrush. I’m pretty sure it can deliver a good spanking, but will require more effort than Mrs. Lion’s too-efficient paddles. I’m confident that one way or another the spanking bench will be used in the near future.

 

We have been streaming the “West Wing.” This series, which ran from 1999 to 2006, is truly timeless. The writing is incredible, and the acting is excellent. The storyline is as relevant now as it was over two decades ago. I’m loving every episode. We watched three last night. We didn’t have any sexual activity. An errand took up the time after Mrs. Lion finished work until a late dinner. After that, we ran out of steam.

Mrs. Lion has been under a lot of stress. We are getting closer to our move date and there is a lot to do before the movers come. She’s also been getting additional training at work. That always causes her stress and worry until she masters the new skills. No wonder sex is being put off. I’m feeling the stress too. I’ve been dealing with our landlord, who I think believes he can use our security deposits to restore the house to move-in condition. In our state, the law is clear that isn’t the case. He isn’t allowed to charge us for carpet cleaning, painting, or any other work that can be considered normal wear and tear. He sent us a “move out checklist” that demands we do the work that is his responsibility.

Meanwhile, we are moving some stuff ourselves. We took possession of the new house on February 1. Our actual move in isn’t until the 20th. That’s less than two weeks away and the house is still pretty much the same as it has always been. No wonder my lioness is so stressed.

It’s going to be a while before things get anywhere near normal in our lives. We are both pretty grumpy about the situation since we didn’t expect to have to leave for another four years. Another big stresser for me is that we have a lot of stuff we can get rid of that just keeps riding along with us wherever we go. One project for me this weekend is  to go down to our basement and suggest items to go. It makes  no sense to keep paying to move things we never even bother to unpack.

Mrs. Lion gave me an oral orgasm on Friday night. It was unusual from the start. First, the Edex didn’t get me as hard as usual and it took longer for me to get aroused. Then, the orgasm itself was a bit of a downer. There was no fluid, and I didn’t feel the usual intensity. Instead, I found myself getting more and more aroused, then when I should have hit the peak, sensations leveled off and then faded. It definitely felt like a small orgasm. Mrs. Lion said I just got very aroused and then lost it. We agreed to try again soon.

I’m losing my desire to relentlessly pursue orgasms. I like them, but sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth the effort to have them. A good part of this may be because Mrs. Lion isn’t interested in sex for herself. I miss her participation. Another part is that I just may be entering a phase of low libido. I’m not going to worry about it.

We are both stressed by the upcoming move. We’ve scheduled the movers for the last week in February. Mrs. Lion ordered moving boxes that we’ll get today or tomorrow. It’s all getting very real. To make matters worse, I read reviews of the property management company that handles our new house. They get one star on Yelp and the Better Business Bureau has four complaints against them. That’s not too bad, considering that they’ve been in business for twenty years. Still, it’s something else to worry about.

The most serious consequence of this unexpected move is the dent on our savings. Moving fifty miles away is expensive. There is some good news on the economic front. Gasoline, electricity, and water are all considerably cheaper than they are here. Gas prices here are in the $5.50 a gallon range. They are only $3.50 in the new location. Electricity goes from 11 cents a gallon to just eight. The rent is about $100/month higher, but the savings on other stuff offset it.

Maybe all of these new issues affect my ability to orgasm. It makes perfect sense that they would. Life isn’t always easy. Regardless of the move and other stuff, I love every minute I spend with my lioness. I’m incredibly lucky to have found her and bamboozled her into loving me.

We found a new home. It’s a nice, modern house in an older housing development. The house was built about 25 years ago on a quiet, residential street. This is new for us. Until now, we’ve lived in older homes far from developments. We aren’t used to houses being close together. The house itself is a nice, three-bedroom rambler; that’s what they call one-level ranch houses in these parts. I won’t have any interior stairs to manage.

The last few days have been filled with the typical transitional details that one has to handle when moving. I had to transfer utilities and locate a mover. The move will take place at the end of next month. It’s going to be a stressful time as we prepare and then move. We’re both excited about our new house. It’s a lot nicer than the one we have now.

As a result of all this turmoil, Mrs. Lion hasn’t gotten around to either spanking or sex. I’m pretty sure that she will correct this omission very soon. I’m also sure that I will not be happy when she sets up the spanking bench. Speaking of that, I’m not sure where that piece of furniture will be located in the new house. There is a kitchen counter with a breakfast bar. The spanking bench is probably the right height for that. Maybe we can hide it in plain sight. We plan to visit the house this weekend to measure and plan our move.

Mrs. Lion made it clear that spanking comes before sex, so I suppose it makes sense to remind her. I know that the upcoming spanking is going to go at least ten minutes. I’m still owed punishment for interrupting Mrs. Lion. On the BDSM/sex side, I replaced Mrs. Lion’s IcyHot maximum strength spray. She enjoys spraying that on my perineum and balls. It burns like hell. Being aroused reduces the pain, so when she masturbates me after spraying, the burn isn’t too bad. When she stops, oh boy! Please don’t stop! Please!