I don’t want to brag but I’ve packed three boxes today. Actually, that was only an hour. I’ve been using boxes we’ve gotten from Amazon to pack so far. I’ve been able to pick a size that matches what I’m packing. It also helps limit the weight. In the past, I’ve loaded up a big box with books. Try and lift that! Ha!

We do have some leftover boxes from our last move. I just ordered more boxes this morning. They’ll be delivered later today. Then I can really get packing. As if the lack of boxes was standing in my way. I’m standing in my way. But I am making progress. I just hope I’ll continue to make progress and be ready for the movers. I have to be.

After dinner, Lion asked if we could do an Edex shot. Sure. I thought he didn’t want to do anything because he hasn’t mentioned it before then. No problem. I got the dishes out of the way and helped aim the needle. It’s a little tricky because you have to avoid veins, it has to be far enough toward the base, and at about ten or two, so just left or right of center. Even with the lights on all the way, it’s sometimes difficult to see what I’m doing. I think, however, we’ve only missed a time or two.

When I was helping him along with my hand, he was getting hard. My Apple watch thought I was exercising. It asked if I wanted to start an elliptical workout. Anyway, he was hard and then we moved into blow job position, he was pretty limp, but I love feeling him get hard in my mouth, so that wasn’t a problem for me. He didn’t get as hard as he was initially, but I soldiered on.

At one point, I sort of grabbed his balls. It wasn’t like a yank or a squeeze. I just grabbed them as if I was using a rope. Well, I tried to do that. I never actually got a hold of them. He started moving like that was the thing he needed to get over the edge. If I ask him afterwards, he always says he has no idea what I’m talking about, but it seemed to spur him on. In a few minutes I felt his balls retract and he was on his way to an orgasm. Or was he?

On my end, it seemed like a ruined orgasm. All systems go and then I stopped too late. Except I didn’t stop. It just seemed like he hit a brick wall. He said it was weird too. Between not getting very hard and the strange orgasm, I wondered if we got the shot in the wrong place. I don’t know why that would matter for the orgasm. I also don’t know why he was hard at first and then didn’t get that hard again.

He said maybe we can try again soon. Absolutely. I want my cream filling.

We finally did the boner shot last night. I say “finally” because it’s been a while and Lion was more than ready. Unfortunately, he wasn’t really ready. He was hard. He seemed like he was getting closer. I swear he bucked into me. But he didn’t come even after my left arm had gone numb and my right shoulder hurt. I’d also worked up quite a sweat. He said he didn’t think he’d be able to come. He was still horny, but he worried about me. We agreed to try again today/night.

This time, I’m bringing out the clothespins or rope or restraints. I have to get him even more ready. I don’t really have to, but clearly, he wasn’t really ready last night. If he’s really ready, maybe he’ll get super hard. When this happens, he looks like he might burst from a gentle breeze. It doesn’t happen often. If memory serves, it happened the first time he used Trimix. I guess all those weeks of not having an orgasm and the prospect of having one made him more than ready. A few orgasms ago, he told me he didn’t need any BDSM, so we went right for the gold. I didn’t take that to mean he’d never need BDSM again, but we haven’t done any lately. I’m hoping it helps.

He also wanted to be waxed this weekend. I told him I would do it. It’s almost 4 pm on Sunday. I’m not doing it today. I know it doesn’t take long anymore. I just don’t like doing it. The pantry is still a wreck, so I have to drag the cart into the bedroom. Then I have to squeeze the other massage table into an area that isn’t really big enough for it. There is no area big enough for it. I guess we’ll have to find a house that has room for an impromptu waxing studio. If the living room is big enough, it shouldn’t be an issue. I’d even be okay with backing the car out of the garage to set up the table. Of course, I still won’t like waxing him, but I won’t have to wrestle with the massage table.

While I was rooting around, looking for something to torture Lion with, I happened upon an older pair of panties. They are bright red thongs with fringe across the back. Give him some shiny white boots that go up to his knees and he could be a go-go dancer. (Google it, kids. You’ll laugh.) Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy.

He wonders if I notice him in panties. He’s usually sitting at his desk or hunkered down under the covers. When he is walking around, he’s had a T-shirt on. This is allowed, but it tends to detract from panty viewing. If he didn’t have so much trouble walking (he has to make sure the dog and her toys are out of the way – no small feat sometimes), I’d suggest he hold his T-shirt up and strut his stuff as he passes my desk. Maybe, in the morning, he should give me a little show when he goes into his office. This morning he could have shimmied the fringe at me.

Last night, he did another shot of Edex. He had a theory that I wasn’t getting much cream filling because he wasn’t hard enough. He increased the dose this time. I can’t say for sure if it made him harder. I think there’s a natural fluctuation to his erections, even though there’s nothing natural about them. Pre-boner juice, he’d sometimes be very hard and other times not so much. I don’t know what caused it then, and I don’t know what causes it now. You’d think hard would be hard with the drug boosting morale. Anyway, he was a little harder, and I did get more cream filling. More experimentation is needed to see if there’s a correlation.

A package was delivered a little while ago. Lion said it was for me. He’d ordered it a while ago. Uh oh. More Zestra or something else to make me horny? Nope. A new paddle. Don’t we have enough? Yup, probably. But this one is different. On one side, it’s flat. On the other side, it’s got a bump. I likened it to a fist providing a punch with each swat. Weird. Maybe it will help with bruising. We’ll have to test it out sometime.


In typical Lion fashion, he’s going overboard with panties. Since he’s started wearing them every day (and I don’t remember initially committing to every day, but it’s okay), we have received at least one package of new panties each day. That’s a lot of panties. We already had some. I think there’s more stashed away somewhere.

His defense is that he’s not sure if they fit or if they’ll be comfortable. Does comfort matter? Think about women who wear high heels and sexy lingerie. High heels are not comfortable at all. Sexy lingerie isn’t necessarily comfortable, either. The bra may have underwire that pokes. It may push her boobs up and together. Yuck. So why should Lion’s girly panties be comfortable? For starters, he has fairly sensitive skin. And he’s not necessarily trying to look sexy for me. The whole point is for him to be humiliated. Would it be more amusing to see him in a skimpy lace thong? Maybe, but when he takes the thong off, it’s not sexy to see areas where the lace irritated him. I only want him to feel pain when I want him to feel pain.

As Lion mentioned some time ago, he bought Zestra for me. It’s supposed to rev up my engine. It didn’t seem to do much. When I read the ingredients, it showed “flavor.” Naturally, I had to see if it had any. It did not. Well, it tasted bad. If that was the flavor they were aiming for then they hit the nail on the head.

What I did notice on my tongue was a warming, tingling sensation after a while. I assume that’s what I should have been feeling in my naughty bits. I don’t know if it was the tiny taste test or absorbing it through my skin, but while I was sucking Lion, I felt like I was closer to him and further from him at the same time. Yes I was moving, but not that much. It struck me as a psychedelic thing like they show in movies where the camera zooms in and out. It was weird.

Lion asked if I thought I’d be interested in sex after he’s gone. How would I know? I don’t know why I’m not interested now. It’s not like I’ll flip a switch. I won’t be rubbing my hands together saying, “Okay. Lion’s gone. Let’s find some sex.” For all I know, I won’t ever have sex again.

The other issue is Lion riding. I’ve been thinking about trying it again. We’ve lost weight. It might be easier now. But he wants me to have an orgasm doing it. I feel if I want to do reverse Lion riding so he’ll have an orgasm, I should be able to do that for him without worrying about having my own orgasm.