I was waiting for my eyes to dilate for my eye exam when I remembered I hadn’t had Lion pick from the Box O’Fun. I thought about it when he was getting ready for bed and then promptly forgot again. Last time I made up little pieces of paper, wrote things on them, numbered them and told Lion to pick a number. I was thinking about doing that again when I decided I’d just select for him. What’s he going to do? Argue?
When I informed him of my decision, he said it was fair. What difference would it have made if he didn’t think it was fair? None. I made the decision. He has to live with it. That’s how it works, at least in our power exchange. If I made the decision to trade his car in for a VW, it would be a different matter. Besides, this is play. Lion should be happy with whatever I choose.
Even Icy Hot? Well, he wouldn’t be happy but he would let me do it. Tiny clothespins? Same. The bottom line is that I’m in charge of certain things and torturing him is one of them. That doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll be torturing him tonight. I might be doing something nice for him. I could have the Magic Wand on my mind.
Assuming we both feel up to it, we’ll take our first step toward normalcy tonight. We did snuggle a bit last night and Lion was horny, but I was tired. I’m going to do my best to be able to play with him tonight.