As my husband and I venture into the D/s lifestyle again, we are taking it slow. Slow can be frustrating at times, but I recognize that after all we have been through, “slow” enables us to navigate a new (and hopefully better!) D/s dynamic. After all, as people, we are ever-changing, and our marriage continues to grow and change as well. One of the things that is different this time around is that I am not experiencing “sub frenzy”, and I’m not constantly pushing my husband for new experiences and attention. I am able to be patient and see where he takes us and in that way, he is becoming more dominant and more confident as a leader. A lot of our earlier experiences always felt “manufactured”… that we had talked out different scenarios or punishments to such an extent that when they happened, it felt like he was just doing what I wanted and the element of surprise and the thrill that accompanies surprise wasn’t present.
My husband dominating me is just about the sexiest thing ever…even when it hurts, or is humiliating, etc. His way of dominating me feels more genuine now. For example, the other night, we were taking down our Christmas decorations and I was becoming a bit bossy and directive (very bad habit of mine). To my complete surprise, my husband stopped, took my hand, and led me into the bathroom in our bedroom. At this point, I was getting nervous as I knew this probably meant that I had discipline coming. Based on past experiences, I was assuming it would be an anal plug, as he had already had a few drinks that night and he never spanks me after he’s been drinking. However, I was shocked (and dismayed!) when he pulled out a fresh box of soap. On the box of soap was a post-it note that I had written about a year ago, which read “For when I disrespect you”.
Holding the box, he said, “read this note to me”.
I obeyed and read the note aloud. “For when I disrespect you”.
“Are you showing me respect tonight?” he asked.
I shook my head, my eyes now full of tears. “No, Sir”.
“No, you are not. I am going to let you off easy tonight and not lather this bar of soap, but you will sit and hold it in your mouth and think about how you promised to always show me respect”. That said, he led me over to the bench at the foot of our bed and told me to sit down. He then commanded me to open my mouth. I really didn’t want to and he had to repeat the request. Begging on my part did not change his mind. He inserted the soap into my mouth.
Needless to say, I was sorry. And, I was much more careful how I spoke to him that night. And, I was impressed…impressed by how he took me in hand, impressed by how confident he was, and impressed by how he didn’t back down. This was exactly what I was wanting from D/s…I just had to be patient enough to wait for it…to wait for him to be ready and to give him the space to grow into the Dominant we both want him to be.
It was worth the wait!
Thank you for sticking with me, readers! Hoping this blog gets sexier over time.
Love,
nora
Forget sexier, I love how AUTHENTIC the act was and how you shared it. Sometimes as strong women we do tend to push for what we want and to have him not only take you in hand but REMEMBER that bar of soap from a year ago…that makes me super happy for both of you.
Good luck on this reset to your journey and I”m very thankful that you are allowing us along for the ride.
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Thank you, Selina! I have to admit…I was pretty surprised he remembered that was in there too! I appreciate the support and thank you very much for reading!
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Why settle for sexy when the simple beauty of the actions, the mindfulness of his actions and your responses, are everything that D/s should be?
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You make an excellent point, Pelgris!!!
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Hmmm. Well now at least you have the most fragrant of breaths!! Clean mouth too!! So it’s all good!
Seriously I’m glad you are able to move back in this direction. It should help to heal the past and strengthen you both for the future!
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Thank you, Michael! Yes…lol…very fragrant breath…nothing tasted quite right the rest of the evening…..
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The last time I got my mouth washed out with soap, it was anything but fun – I was sick for a couple of days and let’s not talk about the time spent sitting on the toilet, okay? And to make it worse, I got the soap treatment because I said, “Dang!” to something and my parents thought I said, “Damn!”
Yuck.
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Oh no! That sounds very unfair! My punishment was well deserved, unfortunately. But, he went easy on me and didn’t lather it up…that is the worst….
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Yeah, like my parents cared about it being unfair? Worse – and when, I guess, they had a moment to really think about it – they realized that they misheard me and apologized profusely… while I had my face in the toilet and barfing up everything I owned.
Do you have any idea how utterly nasty Ivory soap tastes? I’m thinking you might not wanna find out even if you deserved to be punished.
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Sorry to hear that, kdaddy…
But to be clear, my blog is not about disciplining children (or remembering childhood discipline), but the consensual D/s relationship my husband and I are exploring.
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I know – just sharing a memory of soap
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I do appreciate the sharing! I felt a bit defensive after your last comment. It sounds like what your parents did was unfair and extreme (as it made you so sick)…and, I just wanted to clarify that what I wrote about was neither. Thank you for following my blog and for the interaction! Take good care😊
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