I didn’t wax Lion yesterday. I had the wax melting, and we were doing stuff with the garden when I decided I didn’t really feel up to waxing him. Not that it takes all that long. I was feeling dizzy on and off. It didn’t seem like a good idea to bend over and move around any more than I already did with the garden. We sat down to watch our football team lose its season opener. Instead., to our utter amazement, they actually won the game.

The football game didn’t look good in the beginning. Our quarterback was sacked something like six times. Lion kept saying it was a good thing we weren’t playing our football spanking game. His buns would have been on fire. [Lion– I get extra swats if our quarterback is sacked] It wasn’t a high-scoring game, so that would have saved his tushy a little bit. We were resigned to another losing season. However, they gave us hope in the second half. And then they almost blew it again. I swear, this team loves giving me a heart attack in the fourth quarter. I’m not saying they’ll have a winning season overall, but right now, they have one. Given the fact that they haven’t won a season opener in five or six years, forgive us for being hopeful.

After we ate dinner and Lion snoozed a bit, I washed the dishes and snuggled in with him. I was lazily playing with my weenie when Lion paused the TV. Mr. Weenie was getting excited. I told Lion I wanted to suck him. It’s amazing how fast he moves when offered a blow job. I knew he was excited. However, I didn’t know how long he’d be excited. Sometimes he fizzles after a while. Not this time. I had his full attention.

He didn’t give me the recent cues that he was getting close. He has been tightening his thigh next to me. This time I could tell by his breathing. And I stopped moving. He sighed. No more fun for Lion. And then I started again. But then I stopped. Damn. He just wasn’t going to catch a break. I don’t know how close I got him, but I teased him three or four times before I told him he was out of luck. It’s been a long time since I’ve teased him that much.

Poor boy. He loved it.


I started to write a post yesterday. It would have been late, but it would have been in here. It was about Lion’s inability to get hard the night before. And I was writing it at a very stressful point in the day, which is why it never made it. There have been many stressful points in many days lately. When I went to the doctor, I mentioned being under stress lately and she said everyone is. Thanks. That’s very helpful. Anyway, last night I just needed to vegetate, so we didn’t play.

Tonight, I’ll finally give Lion his haircut. And, since he’ll look so sexy, I’ll make sure I get him turned on enough to make it to the edge. A rerun of one of our favorite television shows mentioned tantric sex last night. Every time we see it, I think to myself that I can’t imagine anything worse than being left hanging like that. Why Lion wants it is beyond me. I guess it’s different for women since we tend to be able to have multiple orgasms. There’s no real reason to stop because the next one is right there.

It’s been a while since I got Lion to the edge and denied him an orgasm. We’ve been hit and miss when it comes to getting him anywhere near the edge. When I do get him there, I’m afraid to edge him because I might not be able to get him back to give him an orgasm, so I’ve been going for the orgasm. We need to work back to edging more. I don’t know if it makes the eventual orgasm more momentous or not, but he likes it.

When I was in the shower last night, I thought about soaping Lion’s mouth. I guess the little sliver of soap reminded me I haven’t done that to him in a long time. We never used it as punishment. It was always an add-on or dessert. I could either use it as an add-on for the punishments when he interrupts or is a know-it-all since they involve talking. Or it might be a way to ease into the idea that he needs to be punished for interrupting and being a know-it-all. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get myself to do it. It definitely isn’t easy. [Lion — It’s like the old joke, “How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice.” It’s funny that Mrs. Lion mentioned soaping. I had the same thought last night when I put a new bar of soap in the shower. None of our slivers are big enough for mouth soaping. Maybe we need a new bar just for the purpose.]


I can’t tell you how good it was to get home last night. The dog went nuts. She couldn’t run around fast enough to show me how much she missed me. I think it was on my layover, when I was talking to Lion, he put me on speaker and she looked for me when she heard my voice. But nothing compared to the chaos of actually walking through the door. Lion tried to come out of the bedroom to greet me, but decided it was better to wait for me rather than have the dog knock him over. She wouldn’t have done it on purpose. She almost knocked me over a few times in her frenzy.

I stopped and grabbed dinner for us on the way home. I didn’t think either of us would want to cook or even figure out what to eat. Burgers and fries sounded good. It wasn’t the food that mattered. It was the company. I was tired. I’d been up since 7 am, which is 4 am west coast time. Obviously, whatever time it said on our bedroom clock, my body said it was three hours later. Despite that, I managed to make it till after 11 before we went to bed. And we woke up at 7. And then we went back to sleep again. I’m still tired but it’s more of a normal tired.

Based on Lion’s post from this morning, I’m not sure if he wants an orgasm or not. Maybe he wants an orgasm, but he doesn’t want me to tell him when he’s getting it. I was going to give him an orgasm whether he wanted it or not just to “reset” the clock. I don’t think he wants that. So what do I do? If I try to arouse him and it doesn’t work, do I just give up for the day? He seemed to like the idea of being tied to the bed, but seems to want more than that. He doesn’t want wham bam thank you ma’am. I can understand that. He also said he knows he’s a chore, which I’ve told him a million times he’s not. But if I think I’m not doing wham bam thank you ma’am and he does, we’ve gotten our signals crossed again.

I’m pretty sure he won’t tell me what he wants, except that he wants me to be in charge. I guess I’ll just do what I think I should do and see if that lines up with what he wants. Yeah. That won’t end poorly. I’m going to cross my fingers and go in with a positive attitude. We’re going to have fun. I’m going to get Lion excited, he’ll make it to the edge, and he may or may not have an orgasm. It’ll be my little secret.

[Lion — I think Mrs. Lion was very tired when she read my post from yesterday (Link). I said that a businesslike jerkoff is an expected activity. I also didn’t say I would be unhappy if I got to ejaculate tonight. I think it would be very nice. Perhaps a re-read of the post is in order.]

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I asked Lion if he was horny. He said he might be. Why do I bother? I just went around and unlocked him and told him I was going to suck him. I know he likes it better when I tell him what I want, but I’d like to know if it’s got any chance of working before I order him across the bed. I mean, if he’s not interested at all, it makes no sense for me to do it. From his point of view, I guess the mere act of ordering him might be the thing that flips the switch. I hope he’d give me a genuine head’s up if he wasn’t feeling well or knew it wouldn’t work.

However, last night it worked. Of course, Lion didn’t think it worked completely because I didn’t give him an orgasm. I knew he wasn’t getting one. I’m pretty sure I said in my post that he wasn’t getting one. A lion can hope. I got him very, very close a few times. I think that’s a big win. He was very excited and very disappointed he didn’t get his happy ending. I’d say tonight is another night, but there’s the matter of punishment to deal with first.

As I said yesterday, Lion didn’t sleep well Tuesday night. He was tired yesterday and slept after his shower. He blames that for forgetting to set up the coffee pot. If I was going to fall for an excuse, that wouldn’t be it. The problem is that he fell asleep after his 5 pm deadline to set up the coffee pot. He walked past me a few times. My desk is in this sort of not-a-hallway, not-a-real-room area between the bedroom, his office, and the rest of the house. I wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, but he had ample opportunity to do his job. The other excuse he tried was that he was writing. Yup. And I was making dinner when I took a minute to put the pieces together and put water in the reservoir between stirring this and not burning that. Life goes on.

Maybe a sore butt will turn him on more. Let’s see how sore I can get him tonight.