Image courtesy of leplumeau via Anais and le Ninja diaries
After an unexpected day off from work that included our
beloved "Coffee & Clamps!" morning ritual, a full day of leash
play, painting my Goddess’ toe nails (a dark, sparkly purple), much foot
kissing, lots of time spent at her feet (with or without holding an ashtray for
her), and preparing her meals and getting her beverages and other assorted
domestic duties, Goddess
Selena decided that I should be kept locked to the leash overnight.
I had a
small wave off subspace wash over me as she looked into my eyes with a sense of
power and satisfaction. I always get that thrilling wave of subspace come over
me whenever my Goddess expresses her dominance overtly, however big or small
the gesture or the action. It may be a simple of a snap of her fingers and her
pointing to her feet, indicating that she wants to smoke and I have to assume a
position holding the ashtray while at her feet, or sending me out of the house
for errands ignoring the fact that my locked leather collar is still on. In
this particular instance, leaving my leash locked to my locked leather collar
overnight, the power exchange elements were symbolically ownership and control,
and the physical manifestations would be that she would know exactly where I
was going to be overnight and in the morning until she woke up. I was not going
to venture out of the house at any time, I was going to be relatively nearby at
all times (this leash is a 50’ x 1/8” steel cable), and she was going to reel
me in to her to tell me that she was up and ready for “Coffee & Clamps!” in
the morning.
Image courtesy of Young Goddess (now closed) via Femdom Resource
As I
drifted into sleep, laying on my front and positioned diagonally across the bed
so that Goddess Selena could put up one leg over my legs and her other leg over
my lower back, her favorite sleeping position and a very controlling one at
that, I had mental flashbacks to two great articles or posts I had read
recently. The first thing that popped into my head as I closed my eyes and the
subspace subsided, was just a fragment: “…men are fetishists, and women are
into power exchange.” This quote comes from a splendidly thoughtful article Why Do Men Crave Bondage? written by Dalton Ott. Of course, the quote I extracted does not do justice to
the piece, and it is not even the central focus of the piece. But it definitely
captured some essence of the moment, and indeed the whole preceding day.
On a
side note, I am quite sure I will address and comment on Mr. Ott’s powerful
article in a post in the future. In the meantime, if you take a look at it, be
forewarned that the stunningly beautiful photographs of extreme bondage will
not be to everyone’s taste, and may be too much for some.
The
other thought fragments that popped into my mind as I relaxed into the
helplessness of both the sleeping position and the limited range of movement I
would have in the morning (and likely through most of the next day) were from a
blog post by one of my favorite bloggers, Aarkey. In a recent post, Identity - Part 1 - Myers-Briggs,
Aarkey commented that “I learned to find that powerless pretty hot too…” He
later continued: “A set of established rules, rituals, protocols - it helps
manage expectations, and for me, that makes life much clearer and easier.”
Now, as
I write these words before returning to my domestic duties while Goddess Selena
is still sleeping, I have that warm, subspacey feeling of my Goddess’ control
as the leash is limiting my movement options, and making the presence of my
locked leather collar even more evident than usual. I have visual and emotional
flashbacks of those little gestures and actions mentioned previously (and for
some reason, right now, of Goddess Selena grabbing my hair and pulling my head
back to press her lips against mine and shotgunning smoke into my mouth and
lungs). And I have the anticipation of another wonderful day of domination and
submission, but also a day full of love and caring, and humor, and wit, and just
generally sharing life with my soul mate.
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