Lion isn’t the only one not interested in playing lately. Last night I took the key out with every intention of unlocking him and then almost willed him not to ask about playing because I wasn’t really up for it. The past few days have been annoying money-wise. I know banks want their money but you can’t get blood from a stone. It took me till this morning to snap out of yesterday’s funk.
On the way to work I was thinking about Lion and rediscovered the idea that money doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re together. I know we’ve said that a lot over the past few months. It’s just easy to get sidetracked by the bills and forget the important stuff. Lion is still my number one priority. Making him happy is my goal. Not that I can’t take a night off from playing every once in a while, but it needs to be for the right reason. Is one of us tired? Is one of us sick? Being emotionally sick and tired should not keep us from at least snuggling at some point. It’s us against the world, not each other.
This doesn’t really have anything to do with chastity or FLM. But if the person in charge isn’t acting like they’re in charge then chaos ensues. While the cat’s away the mice will play. So I need to step up my game and keep Lion in line. (Not that he’s been out of line.) I need to be more in charge. I need to tell him he’s going to have pink toes or wear a diaper. Did you just hear that gasp? That was Lion realizing he’s going to have a rough weekend. Well, maybe not rough. Just eventful. And now he’s smiling in anticipation. I like that.