Lion reacted to yesterday’s post exactly like I thought he would. He says he suggests a lot of play. He does. He says if he has to call the shots, it will be less fun for him. Less fun than no BDSM? I don’t think so. Anyway, we’re back to the same old story. I have to decide what we’re doing, when we’re doing it and then do it. I’m in charge, after all. Yay me.

By the way, I wasn’t suggesting he call all the shots. I just thought it might be nice to know what he’d like once in a while. He maintains he tells me when he suggests things. Fine. I also wasn’t suggesting he’s the only one who can pause the TV. I was merely saying he can signal that I have his full attention by pausing it. No problem. I can always give his balls a quick swat when I want his attention.

Before I went into the kitchen to take care of the dinner dishes, I told Lion I would be setting up the massage table when I came back. Yes, I said I’d do that every night when he went into the shower. Busted. Anyway, I think I surprised him, not only by telling him my plans and setting up the table, but also when I told him I wanted him face down and proceeded to shove my fingers up his ass. It’s been a long time, as he’s stated many, many times. When I was cleaning up on Saturday, I found a candy cane-shaped toy made of glass or acrylic. It’s very pretty. I used that on him too. It’s smooth and not very thick, so I didn’t think it would be a problem for his semi-virgin-again ass to take.

When I told him I was done with him, he grumbled that his front wasn’t getting any attention. Can’t make a Lion happy no matter what. He didn’t know, of course, that he was getting more fun in the bedroom. At first, I forgot about his sore. He said I wasn’t hurting it by sucking him. I don’t know if I really wasn’t hurting him or if the good outweighed the bad. Whatever the case, we didn’t get very far. That’s okay. We’ll try again tonight. Or maybe I’ll have something else in store for him. One never knows.

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