Ugh. Real life again rears its ugly head, interfering in my happy little sex games. Meh!
After our brief break, I locked Lukus up again, which made me feel happy and sexy. Hard to tell whether it made him particularly happy. He is often quiet and subdued – especially compared to me, heart ever on my sleeve. He can be tough to read!
From other folks in the chastity community, I’ve learned that he likely does have mixed feelings, and that it can take a bit of time to start to enjoy being locked again after a release. Which is totally reasonable. All I can hope to do is be sensitive enough to know when to hold ‘im and when to fold ‘im. ;-) (I have NO intention of walking away!)
I should say here that I’m incredibly grateful to the real life chastity players who take the time to write about their lives and share their experiences with us random strangers out here. Writing this blog is partly a way of processing, but it’s also a way to pay it forward to other folks who might come along later, to show what it is really like (and, hopefully, that it is really possible).
That is why I blog my fears as much as my hopes.
Anyway, when I locked him up this time I didn’t use the dice, because we both pretty much know when he is coming out, due to some specific upcoming plans we have.
Our sleep schedules are often not a perfect match and I was really feeling like I needed a cuddle before bed last night. Unfortunately I had a hard time communicating that in an understandable way (although he did curl up with me, thank you Lukus) and then this morning I was up long before him, and still feeling a bit needy.
I figured I’d just ask him for a little afternoon snuggle time… but… before I got the chance, “real life” intervened, in that ^%^$#*%#&(^ way it has. And it screwed up all my lovely plans!
So now, Lukus is back in his (absolutely justifiable) blue funk – still locked – and I am again twisting in the wind as far as how to handle the situation, and especially what (if anything) to do about the cage.
I guess I should just wait and see if he asks me to remove it. If he does, it will be disappointing for me emotionally, even though I know that if he does ask, it isn’t one bit about me. I guess mostly I will feel bad that real life has spoiled our plans for fun and enjoyment together.
I imagine it would also be a disappointment for him (on top of the other stuff) too. But, if he is miserable, I really don’t want to be adding to that. If it needs to come off I trust him to tell me, and off it will come, right away.
Truth to tell, I’m really rather miffed at this! Not at Lukus, god knows – it is not his fault – but at the situation.
Today and the next few days were supposed to be chill and pleasant – for us – and this misfortune has cast a pall. I want to get back to focusing on the positive, on pleasure and joy and us again, but it isn’t up to me. Lukus is not to blame for the misfortune. It is simply one of those things that just has to be dealt with.
I guess if this is really going to become part of our real life (as opposed to an occasional bedroom game) then we are just going to have to figure out how to take the bitter as well as the sweet.
Apparently, that’s the current lesson plan. :-/
~Kiki