I want sex. I really do. At least I think I do. Sunday night Mrs. Lion unlocked me and we snuggled. She played with my penis, but it wasn’t responding. Based on my history, I should have been at peak horniness. I wasn’t. This, I think, is completely due to unemployment stress. I’m bothered by the fact that something as primal as my interest in sex can evaporate based on stress.
What bothers me most is that at this point there is no reason for undue stress other than the very unsettling memories of my last period between jobs. I have to get under control and allow life to continue without being colored grey by all those glum thoughts. I know. I know. It’s easier said than done. I’m trying. Of course, you knew that.
For the last several days, Mrs. Lion has waited for me to ask her if I should put on the chastity device ring before saying anything herself. I suspect this is part of her effort to let me manage my lock up as part of the way to help me through the stress. I appreciate that. But I think it would be better if she followed her own inclinations about when I should be locked and unlocked. Just sayin’. I also think that during this stressful time she might need to use more intense forms of stimulation to get me hard. Last week, on one day she used the Magic Wand, on another, her mouth. Both worked amazingly. Nothing like intense sexual stimulation to get my motor running.
I have no doubt we will get over the sexual difficulties fairly soon. We always manage to do that. In the meantime, I’ll do my best to maintain my perspective and good nature.