There are times that Lion overwhelms me. He doesn’t mean to. He just gets so excited. So darned excited. No, I don’t mean that kind of excited. He gets something in his head and off he goes. He really is like the little kid in his post. I see the toy. I want the toy. I need the toy.
Although I ended my last post saying I had two weeks to make up my mind what tasks he could do to earn time off, I haven’t actually decided he’ll wait two weeks. I’ve told him that. To no avail. He’s got it in his mind that he’s waiting two weeks. And he’s already playfully grumbling about it.
I also never said he would have to hold back an orgasm until I gave him a signal. I said I was thinking about it. But now he’s all riled up worrying that he’ll have to endure painful punishment swats. Maybe he should get swats for getting so excited.
The biggest problem with Lion steamrolling me is that I start to feel like I’m not doing enough for him. I know he’s happy. He tells me every day how well I’m doing. But I know he wants more. And that’s a daunting feeling. Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus, pushing the boulder all the way up the hill only to have it roll back down. I do something for him, he loves it, and immediately asks what’s next.
Of course it’s not that bad, but I do have to guard against it because if I’m not paying attention it can mess with my mind. And aren’t I the one who is supposed to be messing with his mind?
So maybe (do you hear me, Lion? MAYBE) he’ll get swats when he starts to steamroll me.