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That is the question. Even though Lion is not working, he likes to wake up and have breakfast with me before I go to work. I usually do the same thing if I’m not working and he is. It starts the day off right. Part of my normal Sunday night routine is asking if the alarm is set. Lion assures me it is and we go to sleep.

I woke up a few minutes before seven today. For some reason I was thinking that the alarm would go off at 7 and all would be right with the world. It wasn’t until it was actually 7 that I realized that the alarm should have gone off at 6:30. Crap! Lion was still sound asleep so I got up to feed the animals and get ready for work. No breakfast for me. No coffee. Just hit the ground running. I did manage to get some coffee in a travel mug and grab a muffin on the way out the door.

Just before I left I went to give Lion a kiss. I may not have had breakfast but I always try to give him a kiss. Even when I leave before he wakes up he always gets one. Sometimes it’s on his shoulder, but it’s a kiss nonetheless. The silly dog woke him up just before I could make it around to his side of the bed. He mumbled something about it being early and I said it was actually late.

I don’t know if the alarm did, in fact, go off but the volume was low or if it never went off. And I should probably set my own alarm anyway if for no other reason than a fail safe. But I’ve been sitting here wondering if this qualifies as a punishable offense. It’s not like Lion stayed up all night thinking about ways to wreck my morning. He didn’t purposely make the alarm not go off. It could have been avoided if I had just set my own alarm. And it seems like yet another piece of electronics is out to cause trouble in the house. The coffee maker leaking is the other one. We must have some bad ju-ju going on lately. Do ghosts migrate in the spring like birds do? Maybe that’s what going on.

So I’m leaning toward not punishing him for the alarm. We’ll just chalk it up to Monday morning. And ghost migration.

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In: Chastity hardware, Cooking, Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment

I’m sure you’re tired of hearing about Lion’s culinary skills by now. You’re not here to learn about cooking. But it’s part of who he is so we’ve included some posts about it. I think the best part of his new toy is that it gives him something to sink his teeth into – both literally and figuratively. It gets his mind off of not working. However, while he’s distracted by cooking, he is less interested in sex.

Last night was play night. He wasn’t much in the mood. His mind was elsewhere. We had just eaten some very yummy ribs and he was awaiting the time to start his brisket. Mr. Weenie just would not cooperate when I tried to get him hard. Oh well. I’d rather have him be less than interested in sex because he’s lusting after a giant piece of meat (beef that is) than because he’s depressed about being out of work. At least he’s happy with the food. And, worst case, I can slather myself with barbecue sauce to turn him on.

Lion has been wild since last night. He had a sore spot and I thought it was the perfect time to clean the cage in jewelry cleaner. The security screw we use instead of a lock,  has been getting stuck on the way out the past couple times. I knew there was gunk in the threads so I tossed it in the solution. A little soak and some scrubbing and it looks good as new. Lion does clean the cage from time to time, but for some reason the threads are just stubborn. I don’t really know why it would get stuck on the way out. It wasn’t a torquing issue. I tried wiggling it. I had to put it back in a little way before it would come all the way out. We’ll see if the cleaning helped. Lion says the sore spot is all better so later today he will be locked up again.

A few weeks ago I punished Lion for spilling water all over the kitchen counter. I thought it happened when he filled the coffee maker. He’s been doing much better since then. However, Friday there was another flood. The problem is that after he filled the coffee maker, the counter was dry. Then, hours later, there was water all over the counter again. He protested that he shouldn’t be punished. I had seen the dry counter. It wasn’t his fault. Gremlins were out to get him. (Okay, I added the gremlins part, but he was clearly trying to get out of a punishment.) And I have to agree. I did see the dry counter. And even after we cleaned it up, a little while later there was more water. We’ll have to investigate further. He won’t be punished for the mess. And then yesterday, while eating lunch, he dropped food on the table. Oops! He will be punished for that. When I mentioned his coupon good for eliminating one punishment from his list he said he might use it. I told him I’d just have to find something else to punish him for. Poor boy. Sometimes he just can’t win.

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In: Cooking, Mrs Lion Comments, Sex

As you’ve read, Lion has a new obsession. It shouldn’t surprise me. He’s usually like a kid in a candy store when he gets a new toy. He has to learn everything about it and talks about it constantly. I knew he’d love his grilling class. That’s why I practically pushed him out the door last weekend. I also know that a long time ago when he was out of work he binge-watched Food Network and taught himself to cook better. When he came home all excited about ribs and brisket I knew we had to buy some.

Lion left the decision up to me whether we could afford so much meat. The truth is I would have sold my truck to be able to buy him whatever he needed to cook his heart out. I’m happy to see him happy. And he smells yummy when he’s been outside with the smoker for a while. Applewood Smoked Lion should be a cologne. Luckily, we had a few gift cards that paid for the ribs and, if you consider how many meals the brisket is sure to provide, it wasn’t expensive at all. At some point in the future I wouldn’t be at all surprised to come home to find a side of beef hanging in the garage with Lion happily carving it into all the cuts that are perfect for smoking.

The other night when I gave him his orgasm, it was not his scheduled night. I didn’t care. I wanted to give him one. And, as Lion said, using the lube, I couldn’t taste it afterwards and I couldn’t feed it to him. This was purely an I-want-Lion-to-feel-good orgasm. And, yes, I did consider riding him, but I love to watch him while I play with him. Sometimes he looks like he’s concentrating so hard. Sometimes he sneaks a peek. Sometimes he looks like he’s very content. All without any sounds. Those don’t come until the very end, when his legs tense, his toes splay out, and he’s over the edge. Yes, I love watching him.

Last night he thanked me again for his orgasm. He said he feels happy. I told him it was just a bad batch of semen. Once I purged it from his system he was back to his old self again.

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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Mrs Lion Comments

As I’m sure you can guess, I have issues with being in charge. Generally I hate to make decisions. When I flat out don’t care about the decision I really hate it. When it feels like I’ll be disappointing Lion or if I’m not being listened to I absolutely hate it. The Pizza Hut fiasco was actually a Murphy’s Law kind of thing. And it all could have been avoided if I would just grow a pair and put my foot down. Sounds easy, right?

Um, no. I want Lion to be happy. I don’t care so much about me being happy. But sometimes it feels like he’s jumping up and down on my last nerve. Decide. Decide. Decide. From his point of view he’s just asking a question and is waiting for an answer. If I ask him for his opinion he’ll say it’s my decision. It’s all up to me. I’m in charge. What I say goes. When I feel pressured to make a decision, reminding me that I’m in charge is probably not the best thing to do. The “logical” thing to do is to punish him for putting me in that position. My logic doesn’t work that way though. My logic says “make a decision, any decision and then he’ll leave you alone.” So then we wind up at Pizza Hut and everything went spiraling out of control.

Lion admitted last night that he doesn’t make things easy for me. Not on purpose, of course. He’s unaccustomed to being in a non-power position. It’s difficult for him to relinquish control. I’m unaccustomed to being in a power position. It’s difficult for me to take control. So here we are, butting heads because he’s trying to give me control that he doesn’t really want to let go and I don’t really want to take. We’re quite a pair. I feel like the new hire who just got promoted over the veteran who knows all the answers. I don’t know what I’m doing or how I wound up with this job and the veteran resents me because he’s been in line for that job for years. Any time I assert my authority the veteran naturally pushes back. I can either be an ass and assign the veteran the menial tasks as punishment, or learn to work with the veteran. Guess which one I’d be more likely to do.

I don’t have an answer. Well, I do. I just don’t think I can do it right now. The answer is for me to grow a pair. That’s not going to happen quickly. At least not all at once.