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Yesterday was a lot better than Saturday. We did less, so we were less exhausted. Lion wanted his manscaping done. I dread doing it, especially when I’m hurting. It’s a lot of bending, leaning, and awkward positions. It was a nice surprise when I noticed Lion is a lot less furry than he has been. Even in the hard to reach spots. I always have trouble shaving in cracks and other transition areas. The strobe light has no such problems. Zap! No more hair. It’s not completely gone yet, but well on its way. As a result, the time spent bending, leaning, and in awkward positions was minimal. I am grateful for that.

I left Lion wild after our manscaping foray. He cleaned the cage and took a wild shower. He hasn’t been super horny lately, but I don’t think I have to worry about him cheating anyway. He’s also been a lot more relaxed about where the key is hidden. If you remember, he bought a safe and I’m the only one who knows the combination. Well, that safe weighs quite a bit and it lives under the bed. Every night I had to drag it out so I could unlock him. I was just waiting for the time I’d lose my grip and break a few toes from the safe landing on them. The other day he said it doesn’t matter so much if the key is locked in the safe. Hurray! No more danger of broken toes. I wonder what changed his mind. When we got it he needed the pageantry of having the key inaccessible to him. It may just be that the reality didn’t quite live up to the fantasy of it. Perhaps if I had done more fanfare when unlocking and relocking the safe. I’m not arguing. I thought it was overkill from the beginning.

When I edged him last night I decided I was not going to go too far. We dodged a bullet the other night when the ruined orgasm didn’t kill his horniness level. I was not about to tempt fate again. That doesn’t mean I took it easy on him. I still edged him over and over again. He wanted me to go too far. Not to a ruined orgasm, but all the way too far. After I snuggled in close to him I told him it was not his night. He never knows when it will be his night, but it was definitely not last night. Is tonight his night? Not according to the calendar, but 2.0 doesn’t care what the calendar says. And she’s not talking.

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As Lion said, we got a lot done yesterday. By 7ish we were both sleep-watching TV. It wasn’t just me who was exhausted. Despite Lion’s hints that he was horny (and I know he’ll say they weren’t hints), I was in no shape to play with him. No spanking. No edging. No nothing. Poor Lion. With today being full of errands and chores, it might not look too good for him again. Somehow the weekends always seem to get away from me.

Last weekend I bought some new nail polish for Lion’s toes. My intention was to paint them red and then give them a black racing stripe so his toes would match his car. Yup, it was a silly idea. But then, the thought of Lion having pretty toes at all is silly. I don’t remember why I got sidetracked last weekend, but I did again this weekend. I’m now thinking I’m putting too much emphasis on the weekends. Why can’t I paint Lion’s toes on a Wednesday night? I could easily manscape on Tuesdays. Not every week of course, although we’ve turned Thursday night into Chinese food night and Friday is Lion’s deli night. The point is that waiting until the weekend is silly too. With all the chores and errands, fun stuff gets put off. We may not want to do dungeon things like the sling or fucking machine (when we finally get to that point) on a weeknight, but we can do more of the maintenance type things. After all, Mondays and Thursdays are punishment nights.

Luckily, I guess, it’s not such a nice day today. We can’t do some of the outdoor things on our list. That may salvage some time for manscaping and other more fun things. But going forward, I’m going to make an effort to do more during the week to free up the weekends for things that require more time and effort. As long as we don’t get too pigeon-holed. I know I need some structure so I continue to make strides toward our goals, but Thursday doesn’t have to be Chinese food night. (Lion would rather give up punishment on Thursday instead of Chinese food.) I just mean that we don’t have to make things boring and predictable.

Now Lion is worried about Wednesday night. Pretty toes. Feh! It could be worse. Nail polish doesn’t hurt like Velcro does.

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OK. So I talk a good game. The truth is, I have no idea what will happen this weekend. Lion wasn’t up for playing last night. Even with the enticement of being tied to the bed. And that’s fine. There’s never any pressure to play. There’s nothing wrong with having a lull. Sometimes I worry about Lion because I know he’s normally horny, but if there are extenuating circumstances, it’s perfectly normal not to be horny. Why would I push him? I’m not the whip cracking, leather-clad dominatrix of fantasy. I’m more the snuggle-up-next-to-him-and-tell-him-everything-will-be-alright kind of person.

As far as our weekend plans go, we’ll run our errands and take care of the chores and anything else will be frosting on the cake. I know I’m in charge, but for this I am following his lead. I can’t force him to be horny and even if I could I don’t think I would. Slip him a few Viagra? To what end? If his heart isn’t into it, what difference does it make if his cock is? I won’t be using it for sex for me. I still don’t care about that. So there’s no reason to push him. He’ll be ready when he’s ready.

That may sound definitively un-FLR, but for the most part, life is not FLR. It’s commuting and figuring out what’s for dinner and doing laundry and sleeping and a million other things that don’t pertain to power exchange or chastity. Sometimes the laundry doesn’t get done. Sometimes the commute takes longer. Sometimes Lion isn’t up for playing. Eventually we’ll have clean clothes, and get to work, and Lion will feel like playing again. I don’t want him worrying about it. You hear that, Lion? Don’t worry about it. [Lion — Yes Ma’am]

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This time I did it. This time I broke Lion. He said he was horny and I broke him. I used Velcro on him and we flew too close to the sun. Lion melted. Damn.

I know he doesn’t like the Velcro, but I didn’t know it would absolutely turn him off. I guess he wasn’t desperate enough for an orgasm to withstand those tiny little teeth biting into him. And I should have used the Magic Wand to recover him but I was too lazy to get up to get it. Not lazy, really. More uncomfortable. But that’s not the point. I could have helped the situation and I didn’t. With all my talk of baby steps, I jumped in with both feet before Lion was back to tree-humping horny.

I vow to redeem myself this weekend. No trips to the casino. Some errands to run and chores to do, but plenty of time to play with my Lion. We haven’t done any anal training in a week or so. I wonder if I could have gotten Lion horny if I had maintained some sort of schedule of pegging or anal play of any sort. Sometimes he doesn’t respond to that unless he’s horny. It’s too much pain or discomfort with none of the frills. Sometimes I play with his balls or his cock while I peg him. If he’s not interested, that wouldn’t help. I guess it’s a case of coulda, woulda, shoulda. It’s in the past now.

Looking forward to tonight, which Lion has already reminded me is punishment night, I could pull out the Magic Wand and see if that makes a horny boy a hornier boy. So far he has nothing on his punishment list. If he hasn’t earned any hard swats, he might enjoy some play swats. Tied to the bed, face down. I haven’t done that in a very long time. Yes, that’s a good plan. If Lion manages to get through the day with no infractions, he can have a long, slow buildup of play swats. That alone may redeem me from last night’s fiasco. Not that he won’t get play time this weekend. I just want to make up for my mistake last night. A nice spanking might just do the trick. Especially if he’s tied up. And now he has something to look forward to all day. You’re welcome, my pet.

[Lion — It’s not your fault. I’m just not functioning that well right now. Lots of stress looking for another job. I’m not sure that even if the velcro wasn’t taken out that I would have been OK. I hate disappointing.]