This morning Lion posed a fairly innocuous question: what time do I plan on playing with him? Hmmm…
He assumes I have a plan.
And a time.
But I know he wasn’t asking for details. He was wondering because he wants to make sure his boner pills are operational within the correct time frame. It’s a valid request. I just hadn’t thought about it at that point.
While I was feeding the animals I was running down the list of things that need to be done around here. Although it’s been sunny and dry for a few days, I’m not going to mow the lawn. It will wipe me out and I won’t have any energy for playing. The other chores are not so labor intensive. With that in mind I’m shooting for 3 pm. It doesn’t have to be right on the nose. I just need to give Lion a window to aim for. It takes X time for the pill to kick in and it lasts for Y time, so he’ll take it at Z pm.
Now, on to what actual plans I have for him. I was thinking about that last night as I was edging him. At that point I wasn’t sure of anything other than a blindfold. And if I use a blindfold it would be stupid of me to give away the rest of the plan because then Lion would know what to expect. The blindfold allows for the element of surprise. Menthol rub. Surprise! Ball bondage. Surprise! Tiny clothespins. Surprise! Did I give anything away? He’ll have to wait and not see. [Lion — Not that I can tell.]
The one thing Lion can be assured of is that he will have a happy ending. An oral happy ending. I have to improve my statistics. He may or may not be wearing the blindfold at that point. I haven’t decided, but I doubt he’ll care one way or the other once I start the oral ministrations.