StormsSlave
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Wow, you have had a bad day. Dr. S. prescribes two glasses of wine, a huge serving of something chocolate, followed by a bath filled with bubbly substance. Since I realize none of these things are likely to happen for you anytime soon, I hope you'll indulge as soon as you are able. It does wonders for me. You're describing my typical day as a wife/mom/so in every single relationship situation I've been in, sometimes including even friends. I'm not actually a slave, in spite of the screen name. I do find myself turning to My Lord for leadership in areas where there I have not sought leadership before, issues including but not limited to: my appearance, my dietary habits, and my current state of physical therapy. Is this evidence of my growing submission, or have I finally learned to compromise because something ("US") is actually more important to myself than me? I hope that I am not full of demands. I also comply with pleasuring him at all hours of the day and night, because, well, it's my job and for various other reasons. I have already told him that I won't tell him no, and it works for us. I know that I am not always 100% selfless, but I always give him the best that I have, which he receives and reciprocates. 24/7 TPE?--I'd go nuts if he checked my outfit before I went out the door, and pissed if he told me to throw someting away. I'd probably do it, but I'd still be pissed. I wear my hair in a way he would like, but understand it is my choice to displease My Lord if I choose. (I do not choose.) He cooks most of what I eat, but would be not in the way of telling me what to eat as a rule. Perhaps we will evolve to that level, perhaps we will continue on exactly as we are. Shrug. I'm just glad for the ride. quote:
ORIGINAL: feydeplume Yanno what? I am a SLAVE. TPE 24/7/365. So I just got home from getting M to the ER, Doctor, pharmacist, cleaned up, changed into bedclothes, settled with an activity that will keep his mind busy and off the pain, got the laundry going, put the meds and stuff away, fed him, and got a kiss for it all. And I read this thread. If he wants sex at 3 am and i have to work the next day, we have sex and i am tired the next day, cuz he is way more important to me and our intimacy is way more important to me than some wage slave job. If he sees that I am putting his needs so far above my own that i forget or put off doing things that are good for me, well then he tells me to do them. Does he set my bedtime? sure does, otherwise i will try and stay up late just to be near him. Does he pick my clothes for me? Sort of, in that i don't buy clothes that i don't THINK he will like and if i am wrong and he hates it, well I take it back. Its just clothes, I have more and I will buy more again. maybe next time he will love it and hey! excuse to go shopping again. Do i plan my day and my life around him, his wants, his needs, his whims, his desires, his intrests, his sexual proclivities? Fuck yeah. And you know what? That takes a TON of thought on my part, constant on going thought. Everything i do everyday takes HIM into consideration, all of him, not just the hot, kinky sexy parts, but the headcold, whiny, bitchy, steal the covers part too. I strive to add to his life, to make it run smoother, easier, happier, gentler, sexier, whatever. What do i get in return? He thinks about me and my needs, wants, issues, love, quirks, kinks, drive, interests, and all in every decision he makes for us. He makes a world inside our house where I am free to love unconditionally with all that i am and be loved unconditionally by all that his is. I am not a sub and i sort of don't get subs honestly. They seem to be full of demands and think that thier "gift" is allowing someone to have sex with them they way they, the sub, wants it. And Doms seem to be willing to do whatever it takes to push all the little subbie (sorry) buttons to accept thier "gift". And yeah I am tired. It has been a long, scary day full of blood, stitches, and future issues and stuff. And i still have laundry to fold, dishes to do, and a man that i love with all that i am to snuggle and support emotionally while he deals with the aftermath of surgery. as a final note, no i have not slept well since the surgery that some of you know he had. I have not eaten well, and i have been run off my feet dealng with the helplessness that comes from watching someone you love HURT really bad. and i sorta picked up this coffee habit (i know i know drug use never makes it better). I'm off to go be a mindless drone that he has to micromanage now. but at least there are apple turnovers for dessert.
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