Mrs Lion Comments (Page 433)

I realized just before bed last night that I had forgotten to give Lion his punishment swats. He said he certainly wasn’t going to remind me. He’s correct. He’s under no obligation to remind me except on Mondays and Thursdays. After that, it’s up to my shoddy memory.

I’ve been far to lax lately. Lion wasn’t interested for a few days so we didn’t do anything. Even before that, I’d backed off from anal training. The only thing wrong with that is then we have to start all over. I can’t very well try to jam a huge dildo into him. We’ll need to go back to fingers and narrower dildos. He can probably still take the smaller nJoy butt plug with a little patience and a lot of lube. We can start again tonight.

I guess this is all part of a normal ebb and flow of any relationship. Why should enforced chastity and FLR be any different? It’s silly to think we’d be “on” all the time. We’re not calling anything quits. We’re just regrouping. Catching our breath. Life has been interfering a bit more than usual lately. We’ll be back in sync in no time.

In the meantime, Lion is still being a very good boy, adhering to most of his rules. He does have his slip ups now and then, but he’s usually good. And now that I’m thinking about it, he did interrupt me last night. I got home a little late and we were both trying to talk about our days and things we needed to do last night and we tripped over each other. That’s not an excuse. Lion should still be punished for the infraction. And he did stop talking as soon as he realized what happened and apologized. He has gotten better at realizing that what he has to say is no more important that what I have to say. Obviously, if my hair is on fire, he should interrupt me. Emergencies preempt all rules. If Lion burns his tongue and has to spit out food which then lands on his shirt, I won’t punish him. I’d rather have him make a mess than burn himself worse.

But that’s just me being a non-leather-clad dominatrix. I think, even if it was me who suggested chastity and was into BDSM, I would still realize that life supersedes play. It has to.

As Lion said, we got a lot done yesterday. By 7ish we were both sleep-watching TV. It wasn’t just me who was exhausted. Despite Lion’s hints that he was horny (and I know he’ll say they weren’t hints), I was in no shape to play with him. No spanking. No edging. No nothing. Poor Lion. With today being full of errands and chores, it might not look too good for him again. Somehow the weekends always seem to get away from me.

Last weekend I bought some new nail polish for Lion’s toes. My intention was to paint them red and then give them a black racing stripe so his toes would match his car. Yup, it was a silly idea. But then, the thought of Lion having pretty toes at all is silly. I don’t remember why I got sidetracked last weekend, but I did again this weekend. I’m now thinking I’m putting too much emphasis on the weekends. Why can’t I paint Lion’s toes on a Wednesday night? I could easily manscape on Tuesdays. Not every week of course, although we’ve turned Thursday night into Chinese food night and Friday is Lion’s deli night. The point is that waiting until the weekend is silly too. With all the chores and errands, fun stuff gets put off. We may not want to do dungeon things like the sling or fucking machine (when we finally get to that point) on a weeknight, but we can do more of the maintenance type things. After all, Mondays and Thursdays are punishment nights.

Luckily, I guess, it’s not such a nice day today. We can’t do some of the outdoor things on our list. That may salvage some time for manscaping and other more fun things. But going forward, I’m going to make an effort to do more during the week to free up the weekends for things that require more time and effort. As long as we don’t get too pigeon-holed. I know I need some structure so I continue to make strides toward our goals, but Thursday doesn’t have to be Chinese food night. (Lion would rather give up punishment on Thursday instead of Chinese food.) I just mean that we don’t have to make things boring and predictable.

Now Lion is worried about Wednesday night. Pretty toes. Feh! It could be worse. Nail polish doesn’t hurt like Velcro does.

OK. So I talk a good game. The truth is, I have no idea what will happen this weekend. Lion wasn’t up for playing last night. Even with the enticement of being tied to the bed. And that’s fine. There’s never any pressure to play. There’s nothing wrong with having a lull. Sometimes I worry about Lion because I know he’s normally horny, but if there are extenuating circumstances, it’s perfectly normal not to be horny. Why would I push him? I’m not the whip cracking, leather-clad dominatrix of fantasy. I’m more the snuggle-up-next-to-him-and-tell-him-everything-will-be-alright kind of person.

As far as our weekend plans go, we’ll run our errands and take care of the chores and anything else will be frosting on the cake. I know I’m in charge, but for this I am following his lead. I can’t force him to be horny and even if I could I don’t think I would. Slip him a few Viagra? To what end? If his heart isn’t into it, what difference does it make if his cock is? I won’t be using it for sex for me. I still don’t care about that. So there’s no reason to push him. He’ll be ready when he’s ready.

That may sound definitively un-FLR, but for the most part, life is not FLR. It’s commuting and figuring out what’s for dinner and doing laundry and sleeping and a million other things that don’t pertain to power exchange or chastity. Sometimes the laundry doesn’t get done. Sometimes the commute takes longer. Sometimes Lion isn’t up for playing. Eventually we’ll have clean clothes, and get to work, and Lion will feel like playing again. I don’t want him worrying about it. You hear that, Lion? Don’t worry about it. [Lion — Yes Ma’am]