Trust and Relationships (not just BDSM)

trust

So I guess the question is how do we build up the Trust, Honestly and Communication again and how do u deal with being a slave/wife to Master Jason and working and raising a family and running a house? Any advice that you can give us will help so much and like I said we both respect you greatly.
~A Fan

I’ve been thinking over this question for a few hours now. I went and did some grocery shopping, made dinner and got the kiddos to bed, all while thinking about how Master and I managed to set a foundation to our relationship. The best answer I have been able to come up with is “time”. Well, time and patience.

When Master and I first “met” it was online, in a public chat room  We didn’t know each other at all. I managed to snag his attention by being who I am (loud, opinionated and smart). Somehow I managed to get his contact info for instant messaging. And from there I was just bound and determined to be someone he talked to.

You already have that with your Sir. You have his attention, he has yours, now you both want the trust. Trust is not something that is earned, given or tossed around like a lucky penny (contrary to popular belief.) Trust is something that is built. It takes time, it takes patience, it takes mistakes and bumps and bruises and scraped elbows from all the work you put into it. It is an on-going project that never ends. The more you build on it, the prettier it becomes, sometimes though it also becomes more fragile in the process.

It can take a moment to break a lifetime of trust. And it can take another lifetime to build it back up again. Your first step in building that trust though is crucial. If you refuse to take that step and he refuses to take that step, then trust is never going to happen. If either of you worry that the other person is going to break the bond of trust, stop worrying. It isn’t about IF someone breaks the trust, it’s about WHEN that happens. Because this is real life, it’s messy, unscripted, surprising and heartbreaking. The trust you two build will be broken back down at some point. There isn’t a “how to avoid” pamphlet I can give you or an article I could suggest. There is only a bit of advice I can give: expect the trust you build to break and worry more about how you will REACT than how it will happen.

Because after the trust has been broken, the only important factor is what you choose to do about it. How do you want to react WHEN the trust is broken? By the time you answer that question, you’ll find you’ve not only taken the first few steps in building trust for the other person, you’ll have finished the foundation you were looking to start in the first place.

–Autumn

Fan Questions: Pregnancy and BDSM

Pregnant

*Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional. Any and all advice given here should be taken with a grain of salt. If you have any questions, please consult your doctor. Play safe, think things through, be as prepared for emergencies as you can be. Don’t toss out common sense simply because you’re horny.*

Also, for the record, I am not pregnant. However, since I am in a 24/7 D/s relationship and Master and I happen to have children, I get all kinds of questions from all stages of parenthood. I happily do my best to answer fan questions (be them from the facebook page, via email, or left in comments below posts) as best as I can.
If you have a question, feel free to contact me. My email is Autumn.Ecrivain@gmail.com or you can find my ServingMaster page on Facebook.

Questions from Fans:

1.  I am hoping to get pregnant soon and am wondering if its still ok to carry on ‘playing’ whilst being pregnant? Is it something that usually stops. We don’t have a 24/7 Dom/sub relationship but I know I would go crazy if we couldn’t carry on for 9 months.

Playing while pregnant is fine as long as you keep in mind the extra risks (obviously). I would stay away from any and all blood play, or fire play fore sure (if you’re into that). I would also keep in mind that playing while pregnant can have as many different results as there are minutes in the day. One day it might be the BEST orgasm ever. The next it can be the same exact setup, but you find yourself crying about everything. Make sure you use your safeword whenever you need to, and try to stay away from the more intense versions of play. If you’re worried it might hurt the baby, don’t do it until you can ask your doctor about it.

2. I found out recently that we are pregnant (10 weeks as of today) and find myself thoroughly miserable due everything that comes with being pregnant. I have no sex drive! I know that it will come back (and probably w a vengeance! ) in the next month or two but as of right now, just the thought of the motion makes me nauseous. My Sir has been very patient…well, he’s trying to be. But its draining, and has caused a tiff or two between us because he is just so sexually charged. Always ready to go, you know? But I just don’t have it in me. I’m afraid I’ll get sick & it will just go to shit. We’ve talked about all of this and he “understands” (as much as a man can anyway), but I can clearly see that it is frustrating him to no end.
I want to Please him. Do you have any ideas as to how we will survive the first trimester?

Don’t fret! Your first trimester will be over in just two weeks! But I know that might feel like a long time when you’re pregnant. There are other ways to satisfy your Sir than sex. Blow jobs and hand jobs come to mind. Reminding him that there is a wide world web out there full of free porn to help get himself off while you catch up on sleep is another option. (Though for us, that just makes Master hornier).

Serving someone is more mental than it is physical. In this day and age, society deems that pregnant women are the ones who must _be_ served, instead of them continuing on with their lives as normal (just with a larger belly). And there’s nothing wrong with that way of thinking!
It’s part of how we’ve evolved, I think. We treasure the thought of new life, new additions to our species, so take extra care with the mother-to-be.
Unfortunately, this causes issues with those of us who have chosen to serve someone else in the BDSM lifestyle. We get what we actually want mixed up with what we think we’re supposed to want and it frustrates us and tires us out more than we already are. Not to mention the hormones that haven’t figured out exactly what the hell they’re doing.

I have found, that sometimes it’s nice to not be able to really say “not tonight dear, I have a headache.” I am submissive, I am to be available to him whenever he asks me to be. We have rules set up that allow me to say “Not tonight” but I have a bad habit of turning “Not tonight” into “Not this year!”.

Women (some of us anyway) tend to be able to go longer periods without sex than men as it is. Maybe because it’s mostly in our heads and we over-analyze things more often than naught.
Maybe it’s because we can hold a grudge longer. I honestly don’t know.

My suggestion is, do it anyway. Be 100% open with him in communication though. “Honey, tonight I need it vanilla style. I want it to be more like the love story romance movies than the kinky, nasty, BDSM, give it to me hard, kind.”
Keep a “mood journal” so that you can track your ups and downs too. If you find you’re more down than up, mention it to your doctor (there are some forms of medicine that they can give you to keep you happier throughout the whole process and that can help keep postpartum depression at bay later on as well).

Make a commitment to have sex (or at least an act of sex – even a blow job) with him on at least 3 out of 7 days in the week, even if you aren’t really feeling horny. It’s going to be a bit like working out: you know you should, you know it’s good for you (well your relationship) but getting into the mindset and going through with it might be harder than actually doing it.

As for getting sick on or around him, keep a bucket near the bed and use it when needed. It might happen, but he won’t find YOU any less attractive. It will be gross, obviously, but it will also be something the two of you secretly laugh at later on in life. It’s not the end of the romance. It’s just a step up the ladder of love and the view is a bit different up here than it is one rung below.

Thank you ladies for your questions! And please, please, please don’t forget that your doctor’s job is to make sure you and baby come through this healthy. Don’t fret about being judged, you don’t have to call it “BDSM” you can just say “We enjoy rough sex and I’m worried about _______ with the baby. Do you have any suggestions?” Your doctor is legally bound to keep those conversations private. Unless you admit to acts that could actually hurt the baby (which you shouldn’t be doing anyway). And even then, I’ve found that most doctors will say “Honestly, I think you should stray from that for now and try this instead.” For other questions, the internet is both your friend and your worst enemy. Please be careful when taking advice from random people online (myself included).

–Autumn

Pause, Play, Repeat, Stop and OMG WTF

Channel Surfing blog

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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