I will keep this one short and sweet…yes, I am in a D/s relationship. We entered into this dynamic 8 months ago, though we have been together almost 15 years. This is my first D/s relationship so I do not have anything to compare it to. All I can say is that it is ENTIRELY satisfying!
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.
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.
Yesterday, I set out on a quest to find a new set of writing prompts that would focus my thoughts and writing on submission. One of the sites I came across is hosted by lunaKM. The author provides a set of journal prompts intended to “help mental blocks and tickle your submissive thoughts”.
Daddy has given me some pretty fantastic gifts over the years, but none probably quite as unique (or sexy) as the lockable dresser he installed in our walk-in closet to display our sex toys!