In Post 132 I wrote about being with a group of my girl friends and telling them that Mike and I had “this couple” (John and Donna), with whom we would swap and have sex with. I didn’t tell them about my submission at that time. My revelation was still contrary to the agreement Mike and I have so I was subsequently punished.
Our new Contract marks a phase of a bit more openness with our submission. I am very submissive to him even in public. I’ve found most people are oblivious or just don’t care. A rare wrinkled eyebrow or wide-eyed look. I actually enjoy answering a waiter or waitress with, “My sir will choose my order for me.” I often think that they assume his name must by Mycer. Ha.
Around family, I tone it down a little, but not much. We anticipate with the holidays approaching our two older sons will be around us quite a bit. We will probably have some explaining to do. We are prepared to talk with them, albeit at a high level. I don’t have concerns about it. I expect bewilderment, but they’ll accept it and move on.
We really do need to tell them because we want to make sure they hear it from us. Another recent change is that Mike has allowed Kayla to tell anyone she wants. The caveat being not just shouting it out for now reason, but if she is questioned, she is to answer truthfully. Mostly just yes/not stuff, not like a complete download on everything involved in our relationship and her dynamic.
By the way, I have an upcoming luncheon with my “gal pals.” I asked Mike if , for this luncheon, I could be subject to the guidelines he gave to Kayla. They already know about our “swinging,” and if the conversation came up again, I want to be able to honestly answer questions about that and even DD, D/s. Mike said he would allow it. Knowing these friends as I do, I can guarantee it will come up.
ROSE COLORED GLASSES
I’ve written before about explaining my dynamic to my sisters (Post 116 and Post 121). I was recently talking with my sister, the one who reads my blog, and she observed that I seem to put such a happy and joyful “spin” on my discipline. I told her it was not spin. I do find happiness and joy in it. She said, “I get it, but come on, all the time?”
Hum. I know I’ve shared some of the challenges on my blog. I think I’ve been fair and showing it is not always never-ending joy. There are some pit stops along the joyful path and I believe I share the ones that have the most impact on the journey. But it got me thinking. In reviewing my posts, especially the more resent ones, I have to agree with sis. I have a bias towards sharing the good. But that’s mainly because there has been so much good lately. But even if there’s some down spots, so what? It’s my blog and I’d rather share the triumphs, not the tragedies.
Well sis, I’ll take those rose-colored glasses off for a moment and see what it is I can see.
I know I’ve shared before that there are a lot of inconveniences in this dynamic.
Here’s one. We keep robes in our closet by our front door since Kayla and I are naked most of the time. We need quick access to cover if someone comes knocking. I’ve gone to get the robe only to realize I put it in the wash. I run quickly, naked through the house to my closet to find something I throw on.
And strictly adhering to all the rules and scheduling can be stressful when you are having “one of those days” where, despite your best efforts, the surprise-gods keeps challenging your adherence. And the journals? I got into the habit of carrying sticky notes and a pen with me so I can jot down things that I need to put in my journal. Oh but wait, I CAN’T CARRY IT AROUND. I am naked! Where did I put that notepad? Where’s a pen? By the time I find it, several more unsubmissive thoughts come to mind that I now need to write down. Let alone the self-reported acts of disobedience. Like I am not spanked enough?
And what is with the very hard spankings with the same implement over and over? Mike tends to alternate his go-to implement, but it’s time to go to the next one in the rotation. His current favorite is a beast! It hurts, and he is striking hard. While Mike is delivering fewer spanks, they are way harder than before. What, he doesn’t want to be bothered a few extra minutes to give a more prolonged, but lower impact, spanking?
Okay, I will admit there is an upside to that. I know exactly what I am in for when I disobey. While the unknown can be unsettling and add to the anticipation that feeds my submissive mindset, sometimes the known can have the same impact. Knowing what he is going to use and how hard it is going to be also adds anticipation that feeds my submissive mindset. So i guess it is a win-win, but still, can we change it up a little?What’s happened to the tack bra or various other alternative punishments?
And all these soapings. Any act of disobedience that involves something I say now results in a soaping. I get the connection. The words came from my mouth, let’s clean your mouth. Okay, that was clever the first half-dozen times. And the pee rinse and drink? Isn’t that just a bit excessive?
And really, I get that I want to submit fully, without exceptions. But at times it feels like Mike is looking for reasons versus just dealing with the things that are obvious. Yes, I get a tickle in my submissive mindset and nether-regions when Mike is so authoritarian and demanding, but still, my butt needs a break.
And doesn’t Mike realize that many skirts and dresses require special washing or drying instructions? I can’t always throw them in the washer or dryer without risk of ruining them. Hand wash or wash separately? Tumble dry low or hang to dry? I can’t spend all day doing laundry.
Oh, and “gracefulness.” Oh my, gracefulness. Really? I can’t even sit and relax without thinking, “Watch your posture,” Don’t cross at the knees,” “Where do my hands go again?” Christ, I am just trying to sit down!
And another thing, putting make up on first thing in the morning? Sure, I’ve mastered the 4-minute makeup routine, sometimes get it done in three. Here’s a great tip, to look immediately more awake, I apply a nude-colored eye liner directly to my waterline. — Makeup- Jenny Style! I digress. Unless Mike is working from home I see him all of a few minutes in the morning. All that rush for him?
And finally this weight loss thing. What? You think I am fat? You want me at my “wedding day weight?” Well bud, I lost about 8 pounds to look like I did on our wedding date. That’s not my baseline weight. Now I have to lose 18 in three months? Or what, I get my fat ass spanked?
Phew! That felt good.
Well sis, how about ‘dem rose colored glasses? HA!
This post was with the full consent and permission of Mike, my loving Sir. He told me to use my sisters comment as an opportunity to say what I think pre-DD Jenny would have to say about our dynamic. He felt it would be good to just let it rip and said it would probably match what a lot of vanilla readers think when they read my blog.
Consider it a parody. As with all parody’s, there is an element of truth. Yes, being submissive can be hard. But honestly, I LOVE every one of the things I riled against. I love serving my husband in crazy, extreme ways. I love the challenge, and I love the level of attention it requires.
There is a dichotomy in submission. Despite the fact it is challenging and requires a lot of attention, it can also be very effortless. And recently, it has felt that way — effortless. I think when my DD crossed over from effort to effortless, I knew I achieved the level of submission that was right for me. The work and attention it requires is now a reflex. Not a 100% reliable reflex, but still a reflex. Remember, progress, not perfection!