
Lately I’ve found myself wishing for a remote control for life. With two preteen daughters, two dogs, a cat, Master and me, there’s enough attitude (the good, bad and ugly kinds) going around this house that it could cause a hormone hurricane. Sometimes I just want to pause the kids, mute the pets, repeat moments with Master and stop myself before doing something stupid.
It’s been a while since I’ve done something incredibly stupid. But being me, I tend to forget things rather quickly and hadn’t realized just how much time had passed since I did something that I would later regret to my very core. What stupid thing did I do? I managed to wash a book in the washing machine. Now you might be thinking “That’s not that bad” but let me tell you, it is. I don’t know what the hell they made the paper for this book out of (toilet paper?) but it nearly disintegrated. I will be cleaning out bits of paper from both the washer and the dryer for years, I’m sure.
And this wasn’t some small book like “Of Mice and Men”. This was the 25th year edition of The Big Bathroom Reader. A full 800+ pages of random quirky facts that can keep you occupied while you’re on the throne. It’s now all wadded up in bits, pieces, balls of mush and little flecks and it’s covering the walls of the washer, the dryer, every piece of clothing that was washed with it and even some of the floor near the washer and dryer. Suddenly, I remember why I love my damn Kindle so much.
Granted this was a better mistake than letting the credit card bill run up, but it’s still one that I’m going to be paying for (by cleaning and scraping and picking off flecks of paper) for a while.
I’m sure there’s a lesson here somewhere (don’t wash books?) that I could tie in with BDSM, but right now I’m just glad to be writing. Not to mention I haven’t really been feeling the BDSM dynamic lately. I mean sure, I still call Master “Sir” or “Master” but with him working 90+ hours a week and me being equally busy with kids, pets, working out and a social life (yay friends!) the BDSM in our relationship has taken more of a supporting role than a starring one. It doesn’t mean I’m not submissive, or that I’m no longer in BDSM. I’m not even entirely sure what it means other than we’re obviously evolving our relationship again.
Maybe the fact that Master and I are more vanilla lately isn’t a bad thing. In fact, I think trying to force the BDSM aspect of things would be worse than letting BDSM sit out a round or two. By the end of the day he’s exhausted (his company is launching their product soon and deadlines are a new, hectic normal for his office). I’m struggling through the P90x workout DVDs and so sore by the end of the day that even a hot bath is too much effort.
I keep thinking that by not being 100% 24/7 Master/slave I’m letting my readers down (those of you that are left anyway) and so I keep putting off writing. I keep thinking that I’m somehow cheating the system or misleading my audience because I have the Serving Master Facebook page and the blog, but I’m not feeling the “serving” part of it much lately. I feel like I need to just give myself a break.
This stress about “what will people think if they learn that I’m not always as submissive as those women in Kallypso Masters’ books are?” and then my more stubborn side says “They’ll think you’re human, moron.” I even thought about making a new blog address for the days where I just want to write about vanilla stuff, and not so much about BDSM, but I don’t have the time to figure out all the basics behind running and linking two blogs. But then I stop myself and think for a moment.
This is my blog, my page, my words on a once blank page. This is who I am, a collection of thoughts, fantasies, hopes, dreams and ideas. I haven’t stopped Serving Master anymore than I’ve stopped being me. I still bring him espresso whenever he asks for it (sometimes he doesn’t even ask, I just instinctively know he needs it). I still do his laundry, roll his socks, iron his shorts, mend his pants. I still make dinner, clean the house, scrub the floors and taker care of the pets. I’m the one who signs paperwork sent home from the schools, makes sure the kids are healthy, clean, in clothes that both fit and are at least somewhat fashionable. I’m the one that handles the daily pre-teen spats that pop up (both between siblings and between children and parent). I haven’t stopped being a submissive. It is to my very core a part of who I am, to the degree that “wife” and “submissive” have come to mean the same thing in my life (for me anyway, I don’t apply it to all women who are married, that would be silly).
The only part that has lost it’s BDSM aspect lately is the part that sells books: the sex. Lol. And I think as crazy as it sounds to even run through my brain long enough to make it out on this page, I have to admit a lull in the sex life is NORMAL. It has to be, doesn’t it? Because otherwise we’d all be having fabulous sex all of the time, strings attached or not. Sometimes great sex is a priority and other times life creeps in and says “hold up, you need to take care of this first”.
We have sex. We have lots of sex. It’s even GOOD sex most of the time, but it’s not the “pull my hair, slap my ass, hit me harder” great sex that was once a nearly daily thing for us. This is more of a “I’m so tired but so horny, let’s get each other off and just go to sleep” kind of sex. It’s evolving, ever changing, entirely dependent upon outside circumstances.
It could be worse though…
I could have accidentally washed my sex drive :P
–Autumn
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