It's the little things... (E)

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The little things in a relationship really do matter. There's a quote that goes something like "It's not what you say, it's not even what you do, it's how you make people feel that matters." And that's just so true in the relationship Goddess Selena and I share.

The feeling of warmth, affection, love, caring, positive co-dependence, loyalty, trust, and D/s permeates every aspect of our relationship, and every thought that I have involving my beloved Goddess. The nature of this blog being what it is, I won't bore you all with mushy stuff, but I thought I would take a few minutes to share a few of the little things (D/s oriented) that in their own way represent and define our dynamics.

I am presently away on a 4-day 3-night road trip. Like usual, Goddess Selena expects updates of what I'm doing and where I am at all times. She can also check on my location, providing her an idea of what I'm likely to be doing, through the tracking service that locks on to the position of my smart phone. It makes me feel special that she cares that much about what I'm up to, and that she wants to stay in touch throughout the day. Of course, the D/s control and ownership thing is really hot too. Done within a loving and trusting relationship, it makes me feel warm, wanted, cared for, and loved. And submissive and owned.

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The latter is reinforced by the fact that my Goddess still expects me to wear a collar, in addition to my permanent Eternity Collar, at all times I'm in my hotel room. As a reminder. And I must text or call her for permission to remove it if/when I need to leave the room. The asking for permission and the granting of the permission at a distance of several hundred miles is a wonderfully powerful exercise of her dominance over me, and a demonstration of my submission to her. Our relationship is always switched on, even when far away from each other, and our D/s dynamics are always in play.

Our lives are full of rituals that are made up of little things. "Coffee and Clamps!" on mornings when neither one of us works, or will be going into work later. I'll be sitting at her feet regularly throughout the day (and at all times she smokes... I'm required to hold her ashtray from that position) when we stay at home. I'll be in bondage close to her, and often serve as furniture, when we have quiet time watching television for a stretch. I'll be in a submissive and controlled position when we go to bed, with or without bondage. I'll present myself for her to place and lock a leather collar around my neck any time I return home, and submissively ask her to remove it before I leave.

The expectations of my domestic duties. The kissing her feet daily. The caning/paddling/flogging I receive after we play competitive board games, one of our favorite hobbies; even when I win, she has a reason to have a go at my backside, and if I lose, well, she'll definitely be having fun. The painting of her toe nails on the weekends. The dynamics of our decision-making... she wants to know what I think and what I suggest we do, but the final decision is always hers alone to make.

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And then there's the wonderfully random stuff. Goddess Selena smoking provocatively when we're on our traditional Skype call each night I'm on a road trip. Teasing dominant texts out-of-the-blue. Nipple torture... all of a sudden... just because. Ink or Sharpie markings of D/s and/or love on my back when the mood strikes her.

Don't get me wrong... The big "official" scenes are fantastic. Protracted scenes with any combination of caning, paddling, flogging, hot wax, clothespins, strap-on play, heavy nipple torture, sharp objects, significant bondage and restraint, breath play, sexual servitude, and more, always take me into a state of deep subspace that I yearn to return to time and time again. Unless I'm still physically sore from the previous scene, I can never get enough of them. I think about these scenes often. Maybe even too much.

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But it's the continual warmth and glow of the little things that stays with me at all times, literally every moment of the day and night. They are the constant reminder of the beauty of our relationship, of the continual psychic touch of the other, of the strong yet flexible ties that bind us, and of the feelings that really matter.

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Forced to watch... for her pleasure (E)

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"Dancing with the Stars" started its new season this week. Now this may have been exciting for some people, and left others indifferent. But it turned out to be important to me because it was important for my Goddess. She's a big fan of the show, you see... so that meant I was going to watch it, whether I wanted to or not. My Goddess was going to make sure of that...

Well before the first night, it was made clear to me that we were going to enjoy the show together. So when the big night arrived, my Goddess tied my hands, ordered me onto the bed as she pulled me up my leash and collar, had me lean back against pillows proped up next to the headboard, and used me as her recliner. She sat between my legs, leaned her naked back against my chest, and made herself comfortable on this improvised piece of furniture.

My bound hands were placed in front of her, creating a wonderfully natural hug. The warmth and softness of her body against me, the vulnerability of my immobilization, the weight of her upper body pressing on me, the aromatic fragrance of her hair right next to my face, my erection trapped against her occasionally shifting lower back, and her dictating how we were to spend the next two hours of the evening, all made for a very sensually submissive experience for me. Shortly before the end of the show, my Goddess fell asleep on me for a while, and that made for a short bout of subspace, as my position and my desire not to wake her put me in a completely helpess predicament.

Watching the second evening's show was very similar, apart from the fact that my Goddess left my hands unbound, which allowed me to caress her skin and play with her hair. And a little past the halfway part of the show, this gentle objectification had turned her on to the point that she wanted some sexual service, which I was quite happy to provide. From my position behind her, I caressred and teased her breasts with one hand, and I reached over to her most intimate parts with the other hand, and twice brought her to climax.

Today, my Goddess was not feeling well, so we did not engage in any play, and I had quiet evening of domestic servitude, but as I tucked her to sleep after the show, my Goddess still found the energy to remind me of something that is such an important part of our D/s dynamics, and that I never tire of hearing. As I pulled away from a gentle good night kiss, she grabbed the leash, pulled me close to her, looked me into the eyes, and gently whispered "mine, mine, mine, mine, mine..."