Back in the cage

I've locked him up again, just been a few days, but he reported earlier today that he was happy in his hardened, drippy state. He won't like what I write here, but the irony is just too good to pass up. So I will describe what I think is completely hilarious here in this blog.

He typically starts his work day around 9 or 10 in the morning, which leaves ample time for looking at porn. He is NOT a morning person, so from about 7:30 until 9, he spends the morning sipping coffee in his bathrobe, sitting mostly upright at what I refer to as his Captain's Station. He looks at porn on his computer in his big leather chair and desk and 873" monitor. He looks at kinky naked ladies, typically who are in bondage, typically who are bottoming/subbing, etc., WHILE HE's LOCKED UP!!! This makes me laugh, it's so switchy!

Our relationship and the way we play is full of paradox, and I like it that way. It was not by design; it just evolved that way. Part of the reason is because we're both switches--and switch very easily.

He's a bit territorial about his captain's station, but probably wouldn't agree with that statement. We joke about it, but seriously I try to avoid using that computer unless I know he's going to be gone for a while. Otherwise he hovers around me, not on purpose in a bad way, just in a way that makes it clear that he wants to be in the chair, which makes me lose any amount of concentration I have. He likes to be in charge in some ways, but not in others. As his mother told me on one occasion, "He always did his own thing." If only she knew...