It’s My Weenie

Lion’s tummy has been bothering him for a few days. He reminded me yesterday was Box O’Fun night but when I brought it out he said he didn’t know if he could handle it. He asked if we could postpone whatever he selected. When he chose Velcro he said it was probably doable. I waited a little bit and asked if he wanted to wait until tonight. He said he did.

This morning his tummy is still wonky. He didn’t finish his coffee. I’m not even sure he started his coffee. He must be feeling bad. We can put off play for as long as he needs to. I’ve been very tired but I’m sure I can stay awake long enough to play.

Needless to say, with tummy issues and tiredness, we just held hands last night. Thankfully my back cramps have eased quite a bit. Every now and then I get a twinge but it’s a lot better than it was. To put it simply, we’re both a mess. There may not be any excitement in the Lion’s den for a few days.

Lion wondered yesterday how I view ownership of my penis. I wasn’t sure exactly what kind of an answer he was looking for. I told him owning it means I can call it Mr. Weenie even if Lion thinks that’s silly. Too bad. He’s mine. I told him it means Mr. Weenie is mine to play with and his to use only to pee. If I want him out of the cage he comes out. If I want him in he stays in. Lion has no say unless there’s a reason like a sore or a doctor appointment. I guess that satisfied him. I’m sure the issue will come up again shortly. Lion tends to get insecure about things like that.

There have been nights I’ve unlocked Lion even though he didn’t feel up to playing. I think Mr. Weenie needs to come out to “stretch”. Sometimes I just like to hold him. I’m not trying to get Lion hard. I think tonight may be one of those nights. At the very least my weenie needs to be realigned in the cage.

As a matter of fact last night Lion said sometimes he likes to be wild. I told him it was too bad. Besides that he’d been wild overnight last weekend. How often should a caged weenie be allowed to be wiljd? I think I’d know best. It is, after all, my weenie.

What do you think?