There hasn't really been any kink around here for some time. There also hasn't been a whole lot of submission, if I'm gonna be honest...Because life, not taking my medicine, grandma, life, kids, and more friggin ridiculously stressful beautiful life.
Having spent the day on the couch attempting, somewhat unsuccessfully, to recuperate from being assaulted by books and bed frames yesterday, I had some time to think (mind you, it's a terrible time to "Take a day to think". There simply isn't time for it. I wanted to. That's my story and I'm sticking to it).
But I have once again tripped my way into the pitfalls of digression...
The way we are is not something that I have ever seen reflected in the vanilla couples we have known. Not just the way we have been since consciously shifting our dynamic to one of dominance and submission, but the way that we have always been.
He takes those big steps out, he makes things happen and forges the trail for me to follow.
I have never rented a post office box, opened a bank account, lived alone, registered a car, set up voice mail, or done a myriad of things that most humans consider part of experiencing daily life.
While I am very much a "Do whatever needs to be done" kind of person, the ultimate responsibility for the movement of our lives falls to him (mind you, there are many thing such as scheduling and anything whatsoever to do with doctor which do not fall under this heading).
He has always been the final line of responsibility for our family.
Sometimes I resent the things he expects of me, especially when he's not showing what I think of as "active" dominance (gods know, I do need that). But I think there are many things he does, the way we have always been and lived, and for him those are very much what being a dominant is about.
Looking beyond the kink, beyond the things we often think of as being D/s, beyond the conscious choices of power exchange, it is still clear that we could be nothing else. Because it is there in the very fabric of how and who we are.