Master spends a lot of time looking for jobs. A lot of time. I don’t blame him in the least, of course, but I can also tell when it’s getting to him. I mean, there are days when he looks exhausted staring at the computer and I know he needs a break or that he is frustrated with submitting his resume everywhere. I don’t try to stop him, but I do try to cheer him up when I see he needs cheering.
A few days ago, I could tell he was getting really tired. I went into the bedroom (so I was out of sight) and I sent a picture of one of my tits to his phone. I captioned it “Motivational Nipple.” He smiled and yelled back towards the bedroom that he liked it. It was nice seeing his spirits lifted for a little bit.
Ever since then though, he’ll call me to him on occasion and say “Motivational Nipple!” Of course, I take my tits out and let him do whatever he wants to cheer himself up. Funny how a little thing like that can turn into a big thing.