Salvaged Orgasm
I’d like to say this morning was the earliest I’ve been awake in a week, but I was awake the other day at 6:30 to take the dog out. Before we even left, I told Lion I wanted him to take the dog out more often on our trips. Even at home she defaults to me. For some reason I open the door better, I guess. Lion did take her out a few times, but I was still the primary dog walker. It’s true that he’s normally naked, but even when he’s not, I wind up taking her out. I think a rule change is in order. There’s no reason I should be the only one with the awesome job of scooping poop.
As Lion said, we’ve had some issues with our blog. It completely missed my post the other day. Don’t worry. It wasn’t anything earth shattering. I think I said I was going to make sure we played while we were away. And then we didn’t. However, the hornier Lion made sure we played last night. Even though it was late. He gave me that sideways look and I knew it was on.
I’ve decided to create a new category of orgasms. We already have scheduled, bonus, ruined, and now I’ll add salvaged to the list. This is an orgasm that happened because I went too far but I didn’t want to leave Lion hanging with a ruined orgasm so I restarted stroking to finish it off with a full orgasm. I wasn’t going for an orgasm. I certainly wasn’t going for a ruined orgasm. We both hate those. But I got a little overzealous and started the process. If I realize it in time I’d rather take him the rest of the way.
I guess I think of ruined orgasms as sort of a punishment. I don’t know if they actually hurt, but they don’t look like fun. And they don’t seem to serve any purpose. There’s no real release. They’re just annoying. I see them as a failure to stop in time. I’ve screwed up. I’ve gone too far. Me. I did it. Lion suffers the consequences of my wrongdoing. That’s not fair. I’m not sure I’d ever use them as an actual punishment. I just don’t like them. Period.
The problem with last night’s salvaged orgasm is that it resets everything. Lion didn’t feel like playing while we were gone anyway. Was the because I gave him his orgasm early in the trip? Was it because he doesn’t like playing while we’re away? I don’t know. In his post he said he didn’t want to tell me he didn’t feel like playing. When I asked him why he said it was because I said it was up to me to decide when we play. Well, yes. But what I said first was that Lion should remind me he wants to play. Then I said I shouldn’t rely on him to tell me. I should put on my big girl panties and do it without a reminder. I didn’t say he couldn’t tell me he didn’t want to play. That may not stop me from unlocking him and fondling. I’ll probably still do that unless he has a sore spot. That’s just part of snuggling. I’d rather have Lion tell me if he’s not up for play. If I know ahead of time I can change the agenda from play to snuggle. And if snuggle is too much, then we can hold hands.
Bottomish
If you’ve noticed that it takes longer to load our blog, there is an issue I haven’t been able to diagnose yet. I can’t find any server issues, but it’s taken way too long to get to any pages here over the last couple of days. Please accept my apology if you are experiencing this as well. Also, our posts haven’t loaded on time either. My post yesterday should have published at 7 AM PDT, but when we stopped for lunch it hadn’t been released. I published it manually. The same thing happened with Mrs. Lion’s post as well. It may be related to the slow loading problem we are having. Never fear, our daily posts are going to get out one way or another.
We got home late yesterday afternoon. We share the driving. I took the first shift and Mrs. Lion, the second. We each drove about two hours. The drive is fairly monotonous. Even though the scenery is spectacular, after a while it gets wearing. My thoughts kept turning to sex. Aren’t you surprised? Well, actually that is a bit of a change. Since my orgasm five days ago, I haven’t been in the mood for much action. I didn’t say anything to Mrs. Lion, of course, but I hoped she wouldn’t want to play. We still snuggled and she did a bit of fondling. I didn’t get hard. This morning when I woke up, I was hard and excited. In short, I am back to my old self.
My sexual thoughts have turned to the last orgasm I received. It was great oral sex. On the drive home, I replayed that session in my mind over and over. This is unusual for me. I don’t often have graphic daydreams that feature my orgasms. If I have them, they usually center on some BDSM activity and my orgasm is not usually included in the scenario.
On the way to and from our vacation, we pass through a town called Toppenish. As she drove through it on our way to the vacation, Mrs. Lion said, “I’m Toppenish and you’re bottomish.” It gave me a chuckle and also a twinge as well. Despite the fact I have been bottoming for a few years now, admitting to myself that I am, indeed, a bottom still isn’t natural. Whether I like admitting it or not, I am a bottom to my lioness. There is no question about who is in charge and whose bottom is spanked when needed. Yup, I’m bottomish.
Pet Project for My Pet Lion
Today is travel day. We’re on the way home. We’ve had a lot of fun on our week-long getaway. It’s true we didn’t do much of note, but we have our own special brand of fun. Lion just remarked the other day that no one else would think what we do is fun, but that’s OK. We’re the only ones we have to amuse.
That’s also true of our version of enforced chastity and female led relationship. We’re the only ones it has to work for. And what works for us won’t necessarily work for anyone else. Look at us as your crash test dummies. We’ll test things out. They may or may not work for us. They may or may not work for you. But we may give you ideas you never thought of. We may have issues you never thought of. That’s the purpose of this blog.
We tend not to play on our travel days. By the time we get home and ferry everything from camper to house, we’re tired. And there’s always something that needs to be taken care of at home. Errands to run. But I’m trying to snap out of our no play days. It’s my call and I’m going to make it my pet project to play with my pet more often. I’ve got to get us back into the swing of things.
Time To Go Home
(Monday, July 4) I did it again. Sunday night I got spanked for getting food on my shirt on Sunday. A couple of hours after the punishment, Mrs. Lion asked if I had forgotten something. I said, “No.”
She said, “Uh Oh. Did you thank me for the swats?”
“Um, no I didn’t.” Monday is punishment day. Who am I kidding? Living with 2.0, every day is punishment day. Tonight there will be fireworks inside as well as out.
Sunday, we visited a “local” casino. The billboard advertising it said, “Left at the next traffic light.” That light was over 40 miles away! We knew that, of course. It makes us chuckle at the absurdity of the message. The 40 mile ride is a ride on a beautiful road that travels over a mountain pass and through a desert. The entire 40 miles has no sign of civilization beyond the road and some high-tension power towers.
The casino itself is very large. We were surprised. We expected a tiny building with a few slot machines in such an underpopulated area. We took the drive just as an excuse to go somewhere new. We like wandering around learning about where we have made camp. Once we find a place with enough cell service to upload our posts, we will go off again with no particular purpose. We will get back to the camper for dinner and a swim for the dog. We probably won’t go out to find some fireworks. The nearest display is over 50 miles away.
Sadly, we will be on our way home as you read this. Our week of vacation is over. Mrs. Lion goes back to work on Wednesday and I return to the job hunt. Time just flies by when we are together. By contrast, it drags when I am home alone. The best thing about vacations, or life for that matter, is that I get to spend it with my lioness. There are many things people might not understand about our relationship; enforced chastity and female led relationship being a couple. But we figure out what works for us and stick with it.
