"... when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
-- When Harry met Sally

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
-- Carl Jung
Showing posts with label random moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random moments. Show all posts

Saturday, February 23, 2013

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

Image courtesy of S.I.N. via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress

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.


Image courtesy of the always stunning Mistress Eleise de Lacy via Femdom-SM

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.


Artwork courtesy of Fluffy Bunny Domination

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.


Image courtesy of Cybill Troy via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress

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.


Artwork courtesy of Fluffy Bunny Domination

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Morning goodbye (E)

Artwork courtesy of Madame Says, via Female Power

It's time to go to work... each on our side...

She must leave first, and comes over to see me while I'm sitting on the edge of the bed...

Standing next to me, she pulls me closer by taking hold of the permanently locked chain around my neck... she grabs my hair... snaps my head back... and gives me a kiss...

She releases my hair but leaves her hand there...

She slips her other hand down my chest, from the top, under my T-shirt...

She pulls on my chest hair... hard... and tells me she loves doing that...

Her fingers are searching for her target... she finds my right nipple...

She squeezes the nipple... adjusts her hold... gets a better position with her nails...

She pulls on my hair again... harder... cocking my head back even further... and increases the NT even more...

She tells me she'll miss me today... and kisses me again...

She releases both holds, and puts both hands around the base of my throat and neck... she squeezes gently... just to hear 3 or 4 labored breaths...

One more kiss while she enjoys listening to my breathing... and just like that, she's off...

I'll miss you too, my Love, I'll miss you too...

Monday, October 12, 2009

Femdom humor (E)

Artwork courtesy of Laurent Lebeau
through Flat Earth Social Club

I was quite overdue for a haircut yesterday, so I got that taken care of toward the end of the day. Relaxing in bed with my Goddess before going to sleep, she ran her hand through my hair to grab a hold of it, as she is often in the mood to do. However, this time, there was very little to hold on to (I get my hair cut very short), and a huge sense of disappointment appeared on her face. One of her favorite means of getting my attention had been taking away, probably for a week or two.

In an absolutely priceless moment, my Goddess made the funniest disappointed face I had ever seen on her, pinched a small (and short) lock of my hair between her thumb and index finger, made like she was holding it up or pulling on it, and said:

"It just doesn't feel as dominant saying 'You're my bitch!' with your hair this short".

We started laughing, and the more she made the disappointed face and pinched her thumb and index finder together, the more we giggled. Of course, one of those moments you had to be there...