I am overdue on this post. I’ve been a busy bee lately. I helped my sister with a move – they are moving to a new house (still in town) – packing, sorting, stuff like that. And I took on some home improvement projects — painting, redecorating. Busy, busy!
So…the last punishment I shared. Yeah, that was a doozy. First off, based on some of the comments I received (both from my blog and from Kayla) I want to address any perception that my attitude was flippant. I didn’t intend for it to come across that way because I assure you, it was not.
REFLECTING ON MY ACTIONS
As far as my disobedience goes, I don’t take pride in it. I wish I had not behaved that way. But it did, and I accept the consequences. I recall exactly what I was feeling in that moment of defiance. I won’t lie, there was a brief moment that the defiance felt good, but it didn’t last.
When Kayla ordered tea for herself, I recall thinking about the absurdity of my lifestyle. I thought, “I am not a child. I can make choices for myself. I can choose to indulge how and when I want. I deserve to make those choices. I deserve those indulgences.” So I ordered the tea and it felt good to do so!
At least for a moment. When the tea was served and I took my first sip, I quickly started coming to my submissive senses. Yes, some of the activities and restrictions of D/s may seem absurd to the uninitiated, but they serve a purpose for me – a purpose I value, a purpose I cherish, and a purpose I want to honor. After just a few sips I recommitted myself to honoring that purpose.
That is why I appeared flippant about the consequences. I expected them to be severe, and part of me wanted them to be. Anything short of severe would dishonor what this lifestyle has given me as well as diminish the commitments I made to myself and to Mike. I immediately accepted whatever consequences were to come. It wasn’t that I was flippant. It was that I did not have any doubts, insecurities, fear or anxieties . Absent any of these strong emotions, then yes, I can see why I came across as nonchalant.
In the past I would have analyzed to death my feelings and motivations and what they meant regarding my future with DD. I am not knocking such self analyzing – it is very important – but, I realize much of its’ importance stems from trying to make sense of an uncertain situation or resolve a sense of insecurity. In this case, I didn’t feel a need for such reflection as I am neither uncertain or insecure about where I am at and where I am going with our DD. It is simply a part of me and my relationship with Mike – I realized that I am past having any doubts about Domestic Discipline.
That does not mean I don’t have limits or don’t have needs that need to be nourished. I am sure there will be minor course corrections here and there, whether it is in regards to my behaviors and duties, or in regards to Mike’s role as Dom. However, such things are no longer about whether DD is working or is right for us. I guess to try to put it yet another way – I am more confident in my incompetence. It is this conscious incompetence that gives me strength, which may be perceived as flippant.
REFLECTING ON MY PUNISHMENT
I felt it was appropriate, but admit I am not fond of the pee-stuff. I blame Kayla (half-jokingly) for this even being a “thing” in Mike’s punishment arsenal. It started with the last immersion when Kayla discovered she really enjoys it. She feels it is her ultimate submissive act. Hey, to each his (or her) own.
I didn’t have it as a hard limit on purpose. For one I felt Mike would never go there and I guess part of me figured if he did, I was willing to give it a try. I am considering adding it as a hard limit, but I am hesitating. Part of me says that Mike should have something I find distasteful (literally and figuratively) to use sparingly if my behavior is egregious. It certainly serves as a major deterrent for me – more so than a spanking. We shall see. Contract renegotiation time is right around the corner!