Daddy has been incredibly lenient with me this week, with regard to my use of my own time. He knows that I had a bit of a rough start to the week, emotionally, and that I begin teaching again on Monday. Therefore, there have been very few tasks on my Wunderlist each day. However, today, Daddy assigned me lines to write.
I would describe myself as the submissive in my marriage. My husband is our leader, my Dominant, and it is my promise to obey and submit to him in all ways. At times, like most submissives I would imagine, I do have to take on a leadership (dominant) role.
I had a bit of a chuckle when I read this prompt. How do I know that I am submissive? Well, to be honest, I am not naturally submissive, quite the opposite and I know that. However, I knew that I had the potential to be submissive as I believe that as humans, our greatest power lies in our control over our minds.
Learning submission has been greatly challenging for me but also greatly rewarding in many ways. My husband is the only person that I truly submit to, and he expects my submission both in and out of the bedroom, 24/7. As a couple, D/s is fairly new to us, but we have found that both of us are much happier in more traditional male and female roles.
While I do not consider labels to be all that important, as they fail to ever be all-encompassing, it is inevitable that labels are used in our human quest to describe ourselves and our experiences. My most important label is the one my husband gave me 14 years ago…wife. I am my husband’s wife, and this is a label I plan to keep for life.
Last night was hot in more ways than just the weather outside! Little did I know that the big O which Daddy had promised me would include a very intense scene and a frosty new experience, much to my delight. My husband, who has been reveling in his new-found dominance, began by texting me with instructions to be kneeling by the front door when he returned home from work.
At the start of Spring I was tempted, as always, to go absolutely crazy buying up plants at the nursery. I greatly enjoy both my exotic variety of houseplants as well as tending to a great variety of trees and plants in our back yard. While Daddy loves to indulge me, one day, he told me he was creating a new rule about me buying plants. The rule was this: for each dollar that I spent on plants, I would receive one smack of the paddle from him.