We’ve Been A Little Under The Weather
We have been a little under the weather for the past few days. I’ve been snoozing in the afternoon and evening. Mrs. Lion has also been less than bouncy. She is still working on unpacking. We probably have at least 80 cartons still awaiting her attention. I’ve also been revising my book. I decided to take another shot at getting an agent. Being a novelist has to be one of the most frustrating jobs in the world. Why the hell did I think I could write a book and get it published? Ego and stupidity!
It’s been a while since my last spanking. Mrs. Lion is having enough trouble working and dealing with thehouse without worrying about bruising my bottom. However, on one of her expeditions into the boxes she is unpacking, she unearthed the leather paddle I made many years ago. This particular paddle isn’t very pretty, but has the potential to bruise my bottom. I made it out of three layers of full-thickness cowhide. It is what I hoped the paddle from 6-Whips would be/ I have a feeling that when Mrs. Lion feels better, she will be using her discovery on me.
Earlier in the week we did an Edex injection and Mrs. Lion used her mouth to get me off. I just couldn’t get over the top. We were going to try again on Monday night, but neither of us were up to it. I’m hoping our energy is coming back enough for us to go for the gold tonight or tomorrow.
I still owe a review of the Mature Metal waist chain and micro chastity device. I’ve been experimenting with both. They represent a departure from my usual approach to male chastity. The base ring with waist chain solves two problems that some men have: It prevents pull-out regardless of how small the cage is and provides a strong sense of control by the man wearing it. More when testing is complete.
It’s Not COVID
Lion and I have both been feeling yucky. We both have different symptoms, but we’ve been out of commission. I’ve been trying to unpack and I can only get so far before I feel wiped out. I’ve made a certain amount of progress but there is still a lot to go.
I was doing okay today until my sinuses decided to smack me in the face. I’m waiting for the drugs to take effect and then I should be good for round two of Lion’s orgasm try. I don’t remember what day it was, but he did an injection, I put some clothespins on him, and then gave him some oral sex. I thought he was getting there but things came screeching to a halt. I said we could try again the day after, but that’s when we both started feeling yucky.
Every time I start feeling rundown, I give it a few days before I do a COVID test. We have a lot of them, but why waste them. It was negative again. I guess I shouldn’t be disappointed not to have it, but if it’s not that, why do I feel so bad? At least if it was COVID I’d have a reason. It would probably be too late to take the drug, but I’d know what was wrong. No, I don’t think going to the doctor is the answer. I have flu-like symptoms which is a catch-all for “we don’t know what’s wrong with you”. One of my favorite diagnoses is “malaise and fatigue”. That just means I feel bad and I’m tired. Checkaroo. It’s the truth.
Anyway, if we both manage to make it to late afternoon without feeling horrible, maybe we can do another shot. I know I should spank him “just because”, but that seems like such a lot of effort. Let’s concentrate on an orgasm. If we can accomplish that, we can move on to spanking.
I May Get Porcupine Balls
We are having a quiet weekend. Mrs. Lion didn’t feel very well on Friday and Saturday. We slept late, and she took it easy. I slept until 11 on Sunday morning. That’s very unusual for me. Mrs. Lion felt better on Sunday and caught up on unpacking and laundry. She is also excavating in our still-packed boxes for our stew pot. We have the makings for beef stew. i’m hoping to make some. It’s cool and damp out; perfect weather for beef stew. We have a great recipe for it.
If Mrs. Lion and I have the energy, there may be some BDSM fun later. She unearthed the toy bag that she used in our trailer. She said, “There ought to be some clothespins in there.”
Uh oh. Sounds like an Edex injection and lots of pinching clothespins on my cock and balls. OK, we both like those clothespin sessions. I think Mrs. Lion’s record is 45 covering my tender bits.
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I’m Not Just A Member Of The Small Penis Club; I’m The President
Does size count? I hope not! There’s no getting around it; my penis is barely adequate. Some time ago Mrs. Lion made a silicone cast of my weenie. Looking at the disconnected likeness of my cock was a disappointing revelation. I’ve been handling it all my life. It felt just fine when pumped up. But my little six-inch weenie isn’t much in a world of eight-inch monsters. None of the women who have handled it laughed or commented on its size. The didn’t gasp or whisper, “Oh my God!” either.
I’ve never given size much thought. I’ve measured and have been measured when soft. That’s the only way to get a male chastity device that fits. My flaccid length is definitely on the short size, barely two inches. When hard, it grows to about six inches long and one-and-a-half inches in diameter. I’ve been told it looks cute. Cute? Sheesh!
My penis isn’t exactly a secret. Over five million people have seen it in various poses that range from soft and”cute” to hard with clothespins attached. I’ve only received one comment from a guy who said it looked cute and suckable. Only one comment in ten years and over five million views. I didn’t expect to have a fan club, but still…
What promted this painful memoir was a picture that popped into my Twitter feed. Holy shit! Is that what women want? I don’t have it if they do. No wonder Mrs. Lion lost interest in sex. She has a life sentence with my tiny dick. When I was locked in a male chastity device she didn’t have to deal with my low-rise erection. Maybe we should go back to locking me up.
double whammy
My sex life has become very difficult. The biggest issue is that I’m the only one in this marriage interested in sex. Mrs. Lion is done with sex for herself. She kindly gets me off. Sex is all one-way. Foreplay is limited to what Mrs. Lion wants to do to get me aroused. This has been going on for a very long time: nearly half of our marriage. She deserves a lot of credit for taking care of my needs. Let’s face it, sex isn’t something she wants; it’s a service she gives me. Foreplay is almost impossible. When both of us were interested in sex, our foreplay increased in intensity as we both got more and more aroused. That doesn’t happen now. I miss it.
My ability to get hard has also suffered. I need to get an injection of Edex in order to get a full erection. The process of preparing the solution and then injecting it into my penis is about as far from foreplay as you can get unless you are into medical scenes. To make matters worse, Edex is expensive so there os pressure to make every shot count.
Given all this, it’s amazing that there is any sex at all. Now that Mrs. Lion has discovered that hand jobs work again, she seems inclined to jerk me off as soon as the Edex gets me hard. I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but this is not what I want. A handjob is fun at the end of some BDSM, but just jerking me off as soon as I get hard feels impersonal and not much fun for me. I guess that from Mrs. Lion’s perspective, sex is just another chore she has to do before she can go play on her iPad. I’m grateful she takes the time to get me off.
I don’t know what we can do about this. I know that Mrs. Lion can have orgasms; she just doesn’t want them. I don’t understand that, but it’s how she feels. The problem is that activities like kissing and petting have also stopped when sex became one-way. I miss that, too. The only intimate activity we do that doesn’t involve directly stimulating my penis is spanking. I want to find more we can do.
