I know it's Valentines Day and I should probably be posting something sweet with chains wrapped around it, but we're having our day tomorrow when my mom watches the boys for us. I have suspicions that it will offer me some of those umm, "opportunities for growth" lol (thanks to aisha for reminding me that they hide around every corner).
For future reference, if you hate cold, never buy yourself a chain leash because you despise pink and the checkout lady at the pet store has started giving you dirty looks for staring at the leashes for twenty minutes after picking out a riding crop.
And that's all I have to say about that. So there. lol.
My mindset has been, shall we say, less than submissive. Yes, lets say that--it sounds so much better than raging bitch who can't snap out of crisis mode doesn't it?
My little light-bulb moment about dictating the terms of my submission has put me in a strange head space. I started to write a post about it, but I haven't even figured out enough to work it out through writing, so it'll sit for a time while I continue to muse.
Though I must admit--the more I think about it, the more it bothers me that I do this.
Today is our fourteenth Valentines Day together. I challenged his math (not too wise considering I spent a couple of months thinking we were going on 13 years together, not 14). Yea, he was right as usual.
It's crazy to think that we have been together for nearly half my life.
And here we are today--Dominant and Submissive or Master and slave, sane stable man and crazy emotional little thing, can't seem to pick a label that fits these days, so whatever lol.
But hey, we're in love. And that's quite good enough for me.