Yesterday Lion and I both went to our family doctor. I found out that my health is improving thanks to cutting out a lot of the junk I was eating. Lion found out that anesthesia can have a much longer effect than he thought. He got another medication to help him sleep and off we went.

When we snuggled, Lion was in some pain but he was willing to give things a try. He suggested he might need more heavy duty stimulation than just my hand. I assume he meant the Magic Wand but I asked if we could give my mouth a shot first. What could it hurt? And it certainly didn’t hurt. My weenie came to life.

I edged him a few times. I told him I wasn’t giving in that easily. He didn’t mind at all. Eventually took him over the edge. I was rewarded with about the same amount of creme filling I got pre-surgery. Not a huge amount, but a decent amount. I was happy to get it. Lion was happy I got it. He kept saying it meant he wasn’t broken. I never thought he was, but I know he was worried.

Lion took one of the new pills the doctor gave him and said, if the doctor was to be believed, he should be asleep in a half hour. Sort of. He was snoozing. Unfortunately it wasn’t the deep sleep he needed. He was still in pain and not able to find a comfortable position even if he could sleep. Needless to say, I wasn’t sleeping soundly either. Then the dog had a seizure which woke me up the rest of the way.

Last night was the equivalent of Lion’s first few days after surgery in terms of pain and difficulty sleeping. I can understand why people with chronic insomnia can sometimes overdose on sleeping pills. One doesn’t work. Let’s try two. Nope. Let’s add this other drug into the mix. Nope. How about this one? Nope. And at some point they hit the combination that let’s them sleep, but then they can’t wake up. I’m not saying Lion would ever do that. He’s very good at managing what pills can and can’t be taken together. I’m just saying I understand the need to try anything to get to sleep when you’re pushed to the limit.

I don’t know what the answer is, but Lion needs a good night’s sleep. Actually he needs a string of good night’s sleeps. Lack of sleep isn’t helping his recovery at all.

The weekend’s here. Last night Mrs. Lion gave me another orgasm. There was a trace of semen. I’m not convinced that pain killers are responsible for my dry orgasms. I have no idea what is behind this unwelcome change. Yesterday, I had my weekly physical therapy. It was not as painful as I expected. It still hurt.

Neither of us is back to normal yet in terms of our power exchange. I’m glad right now because it’s really hard for me to think about much beyond work and my recovery. I hate being dependent. I think Mrs. Lion is having some trouble with having to do everything around here on her own. I feel guilty as hell about that. It will be at least another six months before I can lift more than a couple of pounds with my right arm. Mrs. Lion knows this and lets me know she will take care of me no mater how long it takes.

So, neither of us has a lot of extra energy right now. I still fall asleep if I lie down to watch TV. It’s rare that I get more than two or three hours of continuous sleep at night. Last Monday night all this sleeplessness caught up to me. I got to sleep at about 2 AM. Mrs. Lion couldn’t wake me at 6:30. I woke by myself at 11:30 AM. That’s the latest I’ve slept in many years.

All this isn’t an excuse. It’s just a progress report. We’re both committed to male chastity and domestic discipline. We’ll do it. Our blog is still not up to normal. We have about 1,200 posts that are as yet not restored. The problem is being worked on. I’m hopeful that we can get everything back before too long. There are some very good people working on it.

There is good news. My libido has returned. I may not ejaculate, but I want sex. I’m also gaining range of motion with my right arm. While I can’t lift anything, I can now reach up and scratch my head. I’m able to drive and will probably be able to commute next week. Recovery from the surgery is much like the way our male chastity and domestic discipline has grown. It’s been slow, bumpy at times, but steady. I don’t think we are different from others doing the same thing. Kink is very hard to sustain 24/7.

I think that my recovery is bringing us closer together. Mrs. Lion and I get closer when we work together. I am incredibly lucky that she loves me.

I took the night off last night. By that I mean we didn’t play. I didn’t explain anything to Lion, but he was snoozing a little again so I guess he got the idea. Or he didn’t care. I was a little overwhelmed with chores that needed to be done when I got home. Plus traffic was bad so it delayed my arrival. And both of us forgot it was punishment night. Lion reminded me this morning. I guess it was just an off day for both of us.

Tonight we’ll do better. I need to start off with some swats for missing punishment night. From there I’ll do some edging. I haven’t decided if I should march headlong into making him wait at this point, or if I should give him an orgasm to make sure his semen production is indeed back to normal. I’d say I know which he’d vote for but sometimes I’m not sure. When I think he’d love an orgasm, he’d rather wait. That’s okay. He can’t figure me out either. He’ll say he’s sure I’ll want to do X, but I really want to do Y. I guess with all our talk of communication and knowing each other, we’re still pretty much a mystery to the other.

Along with the chores that come with a weekend, I think we need to get back into some sort of rhythm when it comes to playing. Not that we had any real schedule to begin with, but weekends usually have some extra time to play. We should at least snuggle more. I know it’s my fault that we don’t. I keep my nose buried in the iPad too much. While Lion recovered, I lost myself in my stupid games. Now that he’s getting better, I need to get better too.

Well, now Lion has a little more to look forward to the weekend.

Last night was the return of the porcu-Lion. I put twenty-one clothespins on my balls. He always looks like a porcupine when I do that. It was, by no means, the most clothespins I’ve gotten on him. The record is somewhere in the fifty-something range. I wasn’t going for a record. I was going for a happy Lion.

While I was putting the clothespins on and taking them off, I was stroking my weenie. I even edged him a few times. I noticed it was a little difficult to tell when he was getting close. Apparently I’ll need more edging practice. Lion doesn’t think I do, but he’s willing to take one for the team and allow me to use him as a test subject. What a guy!

Perhaps the best news from last night is the return of Lion cum. It was only a little and it was somewhat watery, but it was there. Yay! At first he didn’t think there was any, but he was convinced when I fed it to him. He is definitely on the mend. I guess it really was the narcotics that stopped his ejaculations. Now that he’s weaned off of them, we’re back on the right track.

I know Lion was wondering if he’ll go back in the cage once he’s producing semen again. I think being in the cage is tied more to his physical well-being that his sexual well-being. Can he maneuver himself well enough to accommodate having the cage on? I think not. He’s barely able to maneuver himself without the cage on. I don’t have an exact date or milestone in mind, but I think his recovery has to be further along than it is for the cage to go back on. However, I believe all other rules can be reinstated. Uh oh. Poor Lion.