It’s been a quiet weekend here in the lions’ den. My back has been sore from a fall I took the day after Thanksgiving and Mrs. Lion’s back has also been bothering her. So we did very little, spending our time in bed watching TV. It was very nice and my back is much better. We haven’t had any teasing or other sexual activities and I have remained safely locked in my cage. I’m sure that the fun will resume soon. In the meantime it’s good just to be together.
The longer we do this, the easier it is to integrate into our lives. When I went to the doctor last week, it occurred to me that I had myon, and when the nurse told me to undress to my underpants, I had a momentary twinge. I thought about the situation for a few seconds and then decided that it didn’t really matter. If he notices I was prepared to explain. It isn’t that I want to deal with unwelcome exposure, but I am comfortable enough to handle it.
It feels the same as when I first stopped having pubic hair. For months I feared comments if anyone saw me naked. At that time, the 1980’s, people were still into “natural” hair. But after a while I forgot that was bare where others were hairy. Now, of course, hairless pubes are in fashion. I was just fashionable early. So, if I am a trendsetter, will more and more men be caged every year? I don’t think so.
It’s like my mother said, “It’s mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” Good advice, mom. So, when we have a weekend that just doesn’t lend itself to teasing or other top/bottom activity, it’s no big deal. I don’t mind and it doesn’t matter.