Reunited and it feels so gooooood

Well, it will anyway, if we ever get a break from the kid-things to DO anything about it.

Naval Gazing

Sometimes its not about the control or the beatings.  Sometimes its about the comfort of a hug, the love exchanged, the need for each others presence, the understanding.  Sometimes its just that craving to be in each others arms.  I think that ttwd has less to do with the relationship between us than the fact that we both enjoy kink.  Almost as if the kink is simply something we have in common but the foundation is that love we have for each other.  My mom fucked up a lot of things in the raising of us but she got a couple of things right.  She told me that sex doesn't make a marriage, but she had never seen a successful one without it.  

What's in a name?

Masters_piece - So how are you these fine days... well they are here being spring... are you feeling a little less discombobulated?

Vixen - Yep, I'm back to my normal snarky self, although I do believe that when he tells me I'm not a slave it's a process of reverse psychology. He's clever that way.

Masters_piece - Snort so... 'cos one is nosey and all that... does it have the same effect when total strangers on the net say it?? :D  

Vixen - I ignore total strangers on the net lol. Mostly. But then you and I aren't total strangers anymore either are we?

Vixen - It's the little things that are getting me. We were supposed to go to this Halloween party with Kaya and Scott. I asked if he had any ideas as to what we should go as? His first suggestion was an incredible amount of work that he knew I would have no time to make. So I countered with one that was easy and would only require me to make a skirt. I said Teacher and School Girl. I figured he would go for it as he loves me to dress up as a school girl occasionally. The response I got just floored me.

"I'll take you to the fabric store and choose the fabric. It will be mid-thigh with 2 inch pleats." All taken aback by the direct tone I asked, rather sarcastically, if he had a color or pattern in mind for the fabric. "Red and black, a large plaid". I asked if I had any choice in this? "I said I would take you with didn't I?"

He's killing me. We tried the O/p thing, he's not consistent enough. He asks rather than directs. We discussed it and decided that that dynamic just doesn't fit us. I am not a slave, just ask him and he'll tell you.

Masters_piece - LOL have you actually read the blog... and you are still vying for the most unslavey slave award. Got that one soooo nailed you aren't even in second place.Honestly some people are just polite... round here an ask is an order... it just blends better :D
As for plaid it might be a kindness to point out that large checks will make his bum look big... just sayin

Vixen - But he doesn't enforce it....So it's like I still have a choice.  But I feel terrible if I don't do what he asks.  But there's no penalty or punishment if I don't do what he asks, other than the one I impose on myself.

Masters_piece - And that is less effective than anything he might do?

Vixen - head-desk

Masters_piece - Which leads one to conclude...

A He has you right where he wants you
B It isn't quite what you want... in which case he has you right where he wants you
C Either way you are his whatever you might want to call it

???

Vixen - kicks Masters_piece

Masters_piece - Well on that note one is going to bed...
:D

Isn't she inspirational?

Well, so I guess the reason the name "slave" is so huge to me is that it has certain rules that are associated with it.  You wear a collar (I do), you are available for his sexual use whenever he feels like it (I am), you are at his beck and call (yeah, that too), he gets to do things to you that are fun for him but not necessarily for you (well, to be honest they're fun for me too), and last but not least, he makes the decisions (except for the checkbook, that's mine..wait a minute, he told me that's mine).  And yet he says I'm not a slave.

Well if I'm not a slave, what the hell am I?