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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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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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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.

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I’m not really a fan of making decisions. The other night we were sitting in Pizza Hut waiting for the waitress to come over. And waiting. And waiting. And Lion was getting antsy. He doesn’t like to wait. He asked if we should stay or leave. Stay or leave. Stay or leave. First of all it was Lion’s idea that we have pizza. I was fine eating anything at home. Why did we come here if we weren’t going to eat here? We could have ordered and picked it up and we’d have been halfway home by then. Stay or leave. I don’t care. But that’s not an option. I needed to make a decision.

I knew he was very close to making a rude comment to the waitress by the time she got to our table. Nevermind the fact that this particular Pizza Hut is always slow. Stay or leave. Fine! Leave. But first we needed to place an order. So more waiting. And then it wasn’t very good anyway. He said he always thinks Pizza Hut will taste better than it does. If only I had put my foot down and said I didn’t want pizza. The thing is, I didn’t care if we had pizza or not. I would have rather stayed home, but he really wanted pizza. Hindsight is twenty-twenty.

Last night was punishment night. He only had one item on his list. I didn’t tie him down. He was only getting four swats. Very hard, but still only four. The other night he suggested that more swats that weren’t as vicious might be better. Really? For whom? I give him a certain number of hard swats because that’s what I decided to do. Do twenty semi-hard swats send a different message than ten very hard swats? Will he feel the sting more if there are many regular swats than if there are a few vicious swats?

At one point he said more swats will leave a bruise. Then I should do a lot of swats but the last one should be hard to leave a mark. What if I don’t want to leave a mark? What if I don’t care if he feels it in an hour? What if I want to give him six very hard swats because I’ve decided that the four things on his list at the point in time deserve six very hard swats? If I have to punish him then I should be able to do it the way I want to do it. If he questions my decisions then I may just decide not to punish him anymore. After all, my making the decisions was his idea.

Last night was also a play night. Lion said he wasn’t very horny and asked if we could put off play night. Not a problem. We can skip a day, change to every three days, only do it when he is horny. I’m flexible. He can always postpone an orgasm or play night. The only thing he can’t do (without a coupon) is add extra orgasms or play nights. But I can. That’s the good part about being the decision maker.