Weekend Non-Plans
Here we are at another weekend. On the one hand it marks the end of a long week and I’m glad to have two full days to spend with Lion. On the other hand I always plan to do a lot of things on my weekend and I never seem to get very far through the list. One big item on this list is Lion. I plan and plan to play with him but it rarely happens.
Not that we don’t play. It’s just not as elaborate as I envision it being. We’re tired or run out of time. He can’t get in the sling yet. One of us isn’t feeling up for X, Y or Z.
Last weekend we did a lot of shopping and then I just sat my butt down and didn’t want to move. Lion did too. Neither one of us was motivated to do much. To make matters worse we’re coming into football season. I could spend all day Sunday watching football. I don’t care who’s playing. It’s rare that I can’t find someone to root for or against. It’s just another way to waste time.
Lion doesn’t like when I don’t follow through on something I suggest in a post. He’d rather be surprised if I actually do it. I can’t understand that. Lately I’ve just been promising punishments that I know I’ll actually do. Still, I may decide to delay them because one of us isn’t feeling well.
I can promise that if Lion’s allergies permit, he will go back in the cage at some point this weekend. The MRI is done. The only excuse now is allergies. I can also promise that there will be snuggling. That’s a safe bet on most days. We usually hold hands while we watch television. Snuggling also depends on the allergy situation. And my achiness.
I’m sure we’ll make some time to play but I won’t commit to exactly when or how. I don’t want to disappoint Lion.
It Doesn’t Echo Inside A MRI
I went for a MRI yesterday. It’s the second one I’ve had. The first uncovered my rotator cuff tear. This one is to see if the surgery worked. Based on my poor progress in physical therapy and the pain I still feel, last week the surgeon proclaimed that the surgery failed. Being me, I wanted a little more than his educated guess. So, I asked him if I could get a MRI to confirm his suspicion. He pointed out that nothing changes either way; I still need the same physical therapy.
But I have to know. He may have performed thousands of these surgeries and is infallible in his proclamations. But you know me. I just can’t leave things alone. So yesterday afternoon I spent a miserable half hour inside a giant magnet. This MRI is different than the one that I visited the first time. The tube is larger and it is three times as powerful. That means the magnet is three times stronger.
I was allowed to wear my street clothes, including shoes, in the first procedure. Yesterday, I had to strip to my underpants and put on scrubs. I had to take my shoes off too once we got into the magnet room. Julie snarked yesterday that I should have been put in panties for the MRI. It wouldn’t have mattered to me. I had much more on my mind. I was massively uncomfortable. The position on the table made my shoulder hurt. Each time they ran a scan, I swear the pain increased even though nothing, including me, moved.
Today I see the surgeon and we will look at the results. I hope that the scan proves him wrong. It probably won’t.
If you’ve been reading our posts for a while, you know that my curiosity often gets me into painful trouble. I helpfully suggest things Mrs. Lion can do to handle me. They’re always painful and most of the time, I’m sorry I opened my big mouth. Who bought almost all of her paddles? Yup, me. Who suggested domestic discipline? I’ll give you a hint; it wasn’t her. I’m the architect of my own demise. Sadly, I’m a very good architect.
The same curiosity that drives me to provide Mrs. Lion with new ways to torture me, drove me to get this second MRI. I just need to know. I can’t simply accept the doctor’s opinion. I need to know the same way I need to feel the fresh hells I discover.
In this case, if the MRI confirms that the surgery failed, I think I can accept the news. The main reason I wanted the operation was the nearly-continuous pain my injured shoulder gave me. I had gone through two cortisone injections. Each one gave me about three months of pain relief. Two was the limit. So, I agreed to the operation. That horrible pain is gone. I still hurt some of the time, but nothing like I had before. So, from that perspective the operation succeeded.
Repaired Lion
Lion did not want to be spanked last night. Earlier in the day I told him maybe I could come up with a reason not to punish him. And then I promptly forgot about it. When I was ready to swat him he asked about the reprieve. Oops. I said I hadn’t come up with any reason he shouldn’t be punished.
I’m not sure what would have made me not punish him. I guess if I’d walked into the house to a bouquet of flowers or a spotless kitchen I might have been tempted to let him off the hook. I’m not saying that will work in the future but it might have last night since I’d suggested the possibility of a reprieve.
At any rate, I spanked Lion and told him to stand in the corner. I’ve found that it’s more torturous for him if I mute the television. First of all it leaves him with nothing to distract him except the pain in his buns and thinking about why he’s standing there. The second reason is that Lion can figure out how long he’s been standing there by how many commercials go by and the length of time it takes for the show to progress. I don’t want that. He can’t be preoccupied figuring out how long he’s been standing there. He just needs to stand there.
When I “rescued” him from the corner he said, to his amazement, he started to get hard in the corner. He wasn’t sure if that would translate into a boner later on or how long said boner might last, but maybe the plumbing wasn’t actually broken. I didn’t think it was. I never do when he thinks it is. He’s positive he’ll never have another erection when he enters one of his slumps.
He had no trouble getting hard when I started playing with him. And I think he was harder than ever. Nice! I love it when he’s horny and really hard. I teased him for a while and then left him hanging. I told him it looked like everything was working fine and asked if he was satisfied. He said things didn’t quite work out as he’d hoped.
I sucked on him until he was close again and left him hanging. He wanted an orgasm so badly. I decided to give him forty strokes orally to see if he could get there. He did and I was rewarded with some yummy goodness.
A little while later I asked if maybe he was turned on because I’d threatened his doctor in my post. Don’t mess with my Lion. He said he liked that but he thought it was the punishment and corner time that had done it. While he didn’t like the spanking, he liked that he had no choice in the matter. Duly noted.
I Want To Be Tamed. That’s My Secret
I had a post written for this morning. I wrote it yesterday afternoon. It was all about whether chastity is rational if I had no libido. I concluded that it still worked since enforced chastity isn’t so much about sex as it is about control. All that is true. I suppose with some editing, that post would still work. But then, after her shower last night, Mrs. Lion said it was time for my spanking.
I replied, “Didn’t you write in your post that you would think of an alternative punishment?”
“Did I think of one?” she responded.
“Oh.”
She walked to her paddle rack and selected a leather paddle. It’s medium-weight and can be a lot of fun in a play spanking. I noticed her selection and felt a little less concerned about what was to happen.
She did a nice job of warming me up. Mixed in with medium swats were some real stingers. I yelped each time one landed. Eventually, she stopped and returned her paddle to its place.”Time to stand in the corner,” she announced. I sighed audibly. I got up and moved to the corner. She muted the TV and told me to stay. I said I would.
She went to the kitchen to take care of some chores. I stood there looking at the wall.
The strangest thing happened. I could feel a stirring. I looked down and my penis was slightly hard. Wait a minute! It’s been a week since I got an erection and now I get one because I am standing in the corner? No, that’s not how it’s supposed to work.
I know what you’re thinking. You think I got hard because I’m really submissive and that erection was unmistakable evidence of it. No, that isn’t the case at all. I’m not submissive by a long shot. If you don’t believe me, ask Mrs. Lion. What I am is…complicated.
I spent my corner time contemplating that semi-erection. What exactly does it mean? I wasn’t a bit horny when Mrs. Lion told me to roll over for my spanking. I was absolutely not thinking about sex when she finished. But yet, not five minutes into corner time I was sporting the beginning of a woody. I realized I had to write a new post. I had enough time to consider what was going on.
Eventually, Mrs. Lion released me from the corner. We had some watermelon and then snuggled. I told her about my resurrected penis. She began fondling it. It responded. It didn’t take very long for me to sport a full erection. She edged me a few times and observed that things were working fine. Then she took me in her mouth and I had a great orgasm. Son of a bitch! I’m not broken.
If I’m not submissive, how do I explain my reaction to being punished? The answer is simple: I get turned on when I feel that I am controlled. That is very different from wanting to submit. It’s almost the opposite. I want control taken from me. Tie me up. Spank me. Make me stand in the corner. I want to feel your power over me. That’s the turn on.
Of course. My sexual fantasies have always contained an element of being forced. Submitting is just the opposite. I want rules that are enforced by punishments that force me to obey. I don’t live to obey. I have a dominant personality. Mrs. Lion knows that. Now, so do you.
