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The Dominant Submissive

© Prashant Shrestha

© Prashant Shrestha

There are times in our lives where being the dominant one is required of us. Sometimes our Dom/me is stressed out and just needs someone to guide them, help them through the stress and even order them to eat, sleep, relax, etc. Other times you have to be dominant in standing up for yourself, speaking up for others who can’t or won’t speak up for themselves. A submissive is not submissive 100% of the time. In fact, in my personal life, I am rarely submissive. I tend to be more dominant in every area of my life except when it comes to serving Master, and I am only submissive then because I choose to be.

Moving has practically forced me to put on my Domme boots. I am the one who made all of the appointments, hotel reservations, contacted the moving company, signed any and all paperwork, and made this move happen. I was the one that coordinated the safety of the pets in the Pet Hotel, the arrival times of the packers, the paperwork needed for transferring schools, doctors and other vital information. I made sure our “change of address” forms were properly filled out and turned in. I called the cable, internet and cell phone companies to arrange transfer of services. If an issue came up that didn’t require Master’s personal attention, I took care of it. If an issue came up that did require Master’s personal attention, I am the one who made contact with him and helped fix the issue.

Master’s job during this time was to make sure all of our financial obligations were met, that there was emergency money in the bank and to continue working at his job as though it was just another day. Therefore the stress of moving also fell on my shoulders. Master was (and is) of course stressed as well, but it is my job as his submissive to make sure the majority of the anxiety that comes with moving was kept far away from him. I like to think I make it look easier than it certainly was.

The tasks were easy enough for me, after all I can be extremely dominant when I need to be. It has become an inside joke with friends of mine about how Domme-like I can be when I want to. Problems arise when I forget my place with Master though. After five weeks of being in charge and doing my own thing with little input or need for permission from Master, it is very easy to allow that streak to overflow into my relationship with him. It’s even easier to attempt to dominate him after such a long time of dominating everything else.

It’s almost as though we have gone from a 24/7 M/s relationship to a bedroom only M/s relationship, but this is not the life that either of us wants. We both prefer to be in our “roles” all the time. Reality, however, likes to remind us that nothing in life is as easy to do as it may be to say.

Learning when I need to be dominant and when I need to be submissive is not an easy lesson. It is one I suspect will be a lot like parenting in that it will change just as soon as I think I’ve got it down. I think that’s one of the things I enjoy about the BDSM relationship though: it’s always challenging. Anyone can be submissive for a night. Anyone can be dominant for a day. It takes a certain level of skill, finesse and tact to be able to pull it off for more than a few hours at a time. It takes a strong commitment, an outpouring of yourself into someone else, the decision to actually put another human being before yourself day in and day out. (Again, much like parenting).

Being submissive doesn’t mean being a doormat, or allowing yourself to be bullied, abused or broken. It doesn’t mean you are never going to put on your Domme boots again. It doesn’t mean you stop taking care of yourself either. In fact, you have to be extra careful in taking care of yourself because even though you are the submissive one, your Dom/me depends on you to be there when he needs you. He depends on you to be emotionally stable, physically able, mentally mature enough to handle whatever situation comes up. He depends on you to know your own limits, to be willing to push them yourself, to allow him to push them for you and to be strong enough to call out Red when you need to. Being submissive requires you to be dominant at times. You have to be able to say “no” to other things in life so that you can say “yes” to your Dom. You also have to be able to say “no” to your Dom at times so that you can take care of yourself and your children (if you have any).

Dom/mes are not perfect beings. They can not read minds, they do not understand all of your moods (no matter how many times you explain them, or how many ways you try to explain them). They do not remember every little detail, even if they have a photographic memory. They can not be your everything, your savior, your only source of love and support. That is entirely too much to ask of anyone. They can be everything you need them to be most of the time, but we all have bad days, forgetful moments and “oops” situations where we want to kick ourselves over it later. We all mess up, make mistakes and have regrets. (Anyone who claims to not have any regrets either hasn’t lived very long, is lying, or has a terrible memory.)

Don’t fret because you are supremely dominant and yet you desire to be submissive. You can be both. It just takes a whole lot of practice, notes to self, and patience to learn how to walk the fine line between Dominant and submissive roles. It takes teamwork to get through most of the crises in life. That’s why we voluntarily enter into these difficult, and at times heartbreaking things we call “relationships”. We know, deep down, that it is easier to tackle the hardships in life with a partner than it is to go it alone. We know that it’s always more enjoyable when you can share your happiness with others, when you can accomplish something major together. The goal, in my humble opinion, is not to have the perfect marriage, the perfect boyfriend or girlfriend, not to have the perfect life. The goal is to be happy, to live peacefully and to have many fond memories to reflect upon when you are too old to make new ones. The goal is to have someone you can stand next to that shares those memories with you, that rejoices when you rejoice, that cries when you cry, that hurts when you hurt and that loves just as fully as you do.

Dominance, submission, switching, it’s all part of the big picture. Words we use to define our particular brand of love between us. It’s part of who we are to the very core. It becomes something we can not imagine living without and hardly remember getting by before we discovered this part of us. Our roles blend into one very colorful tapestry that is made beautiful by the kaleidoscopic and variety of both good times and bad. The pastel colors that define happiness in my life are made brighter by the dark areas I wish I didn’t have to go through. The bold jewel-toned mesh of two or more colors are easy to pick out from the rest because of the thickness of the thread used in those moments, thickened and strengthened  by the fact that I was able to share them with someone else. I am forever grateful that Master came along and helped me realize the world is not black and white. He has opened my eyes to help me see the full pallet of color that life can be if you dive in head first. He has helped me reach goals I didn’t even know I could dare to dream of. He has shown me the beauty in choosing to submit and at times he has even helped me lace up my Domme boots and stood back as he watched me stomp around in them.

There are times in life where you don’t get to choose if you’re going to be dominant or submissive and there are times where you have to be dominant when you don’t want the responsibility but need to buck up. Sometimes, being submissive means having to be dominant.

–Autumn

Brave

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I have no idea what to title this post (yet) and I have less than half an hour to write it and hit publish before 5AM CST (my goal is to publish at the same time every day). I swear I live for deadlines and I procrastinate until the final hour. Maybe I just love the chaos of waking up at 4AM, getting dogs out, brewing the perfect espresso and rushing to write out the post every morning. Or maybe I just really hate sleep.

Whatever the reason, here I am, 4:35AM, counting down the minutes until 5 and wondering what the hell to write about. Lol. I think I’ll just recap the week thus far since so much seems to have happened and so much more is planned.

Master has been having a particularly bad week this week. He has a friend that gets fairly moody around the holidays and has a bad habit of taking it out on the people who have been there for him more often than not. This friend was basically treating Master like crap and it didn’t help that they work together and Master just so happens to have been promoted over his friend.

When Master is stressed at work, he needs life at home to be as stress free as possible. I am his safe haven, his place to run when everything else stops making sense. I was working my little butt off yesterday trying to clean the house and Master kept pinging me on the computer (via Gtalk). At first I thought he was just checking in, but then it seemed like he was just trying to be annoying. My stubborn side kicked in. I wound up getting frustrated enough that I posted this on Facebook:

Conversations like this make me want to pull my hair out.
(Master’s name is Jason in case that’s not blatantly obvious)

Jason: Hey I need your help with something.
Me: Yes? You know my list is double today….
Jason: I have an EXTREMELY IMPORTANT MEETING on Thursday .
Jason: If I miss it, I’m going to be in deep shit.
Me: Okay setting an alarm.
Jason: I absolutely cannot cannot cannot miss that meeting.
Jason: You still there?
Me: Yes…
Jason: Are you busy?
Me: Define busy.
Jason: You’re marked as “WORKING” and busy still.
Me: Well I’m working….But you’re VIP…. so… what’s up?
Jason: I just wanted to know if your status is still accurate.
Me: My list is two days long….Yes it is still accurate.
Jason:Make sure you get all your stuff done today. It’s important.
Me: Really?!
Jason: Yes, it really is.
Me: This from the guy that keeps pinging me every 10 minutes to ask if I’m busy?!?!
Jason: Because you’re still marked as “busy”.
Me: I AM BUSY!! FFS IM WORKING MY ASS OFF OVER HERE

I posted it for two reasons; first I had shared the conversation with another friend first and she laughed because she has had similar conversations with her Dom and second I needed to find my silver lining with that conversation instead of flying off the handle. (Bouncing things off others helps me do that).

It worked out nicely because by the time I had finished scrubbing down the sinks and wiping off the counters I had come up with a plan. Since I had already involved Facebook once, I figured I might as well involve them in that as well. I had decided it was high time I got involved in this little bullshit drama from Master’s friend and reminded Master that he is naturally dominant in all areas of his life. That’s part of the reason his job promoted him over his friend. Master takes the lead, always.

I got all dolled up. Black dress, high stilettos, earrings that matched the dress and the sparkle quality of my collar nicely, and pulled my hair up to show off the collar better. I made Master’s favorite espresso drink and brought it to him at work. The plan was to give it to him on my knees in front of all his coworkers and his employees, but I was entirely too nervous to do that by the time I got there. And the thought of trying to get down on my knees while holding hot coffee and wearing a tight short dress was not as appealing as it was when I left the comfort of my own home, lol.

I get to his work, went through all the security check points and up the elevator to his floor. I knew people were staring at me as I walked but I couldn’t concentrate on that (normally I love the attention) I had a mission and I would be damned if I didn’t follow through. I get to Master’s offices and walk my happy ass in. Master has this shirt that says “Bondage Instructor: Let me show you the ropes” and he’s worn it to work on weekends before. Most of his office knows we’re fairly kinky but I doubt they know to what extent. In fact, I think before yesterday they thought Master had made up some of the stories he’s told them about us.

One of his co-workers sees me and nearly walks into a wall, no joke. If that doesn’t make a girl feel proud of herself, I’m not sure what does. He turns and says “You’re Jason’s……. wife…. right?” and I did my best not to giggle.  ”Yes, I am his.” I replied, noticing that his eyes were NOT looking at my eyes. I can’t tell if they’re resting on my boobs or my collar lol.

I started to walk off towards Master’s office, trying to not turn and run even though the butterflies in my stomach seemed to have turned into big chickens dancing around and doing flips. I get about three feet past the first guy and he random says “Wait! You can’t go back there unescorted!” (Stupid protocols). He escorts me back to where Master is and I walk into a room where Master is sitting with two employees of his, one is his best guy friend (who is being a dick as of late) and the other is some guy I’ve never met before.

I walk up to Master and do a slight curtsey (too nervous to try and go down on my knees in those heels and that short dress!) I hand him the coffee and say loudly “This is for you, Sir. I know you’re having a hard day and I wanted to make it a little brighter.”

Master gets this look in his eyes that is PURE LUST and nearly growls in satisfaction as he accepts the coffee. “Thank you. You are dismissed.” Then he drops his voice so only I can hear, “before I ravish you right here.” He smiled and looked me up and down again in a way that clearly said he was going to do just that as soon as he got home. I kissed him on the lips and get the hell out of there (I was more nervous than I thought I would be.)

On my way out I hear his best friend say “Dude….. was that a collar?!” And I pause long enough to hear Master say “Of course.” I smile at the huge success that my plan had become and nearly ran the rest of the way to the car (ran in the best way that 4 inch stilettos allow anyway).

Sure enough, Master did ravish me when he got home. I took pictures of myself in the little black dress (which is incredibly difficult to do properly with nothing but a cellphone camera that doesn’t want to cooperate with you!) and posted them, and the story of what happened onto Facebook.

The outpouring of support, congratulations and compliments were phenomenal. I’m sill glowing from some of the lovely things fans said.

It is now 5:07 AM and I still have so much I want to write. The good news is, I should be able to write tomorrow’s blog post BEFORE 4AM (since it’s bouncing around in my head right now). The bad news is, this post is late :(

Ending quickly so I can hurry up and publish it (and start tomorrow’s post).

Until Next Time,

–Autumn

Negotiations

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A bit of a rant post, but I’ve been wanting to get this off my chest for a while.

I’ve noticed that when talking or listening to some couples about their love life (specifically their BDSM love life) they seem to not have done much research on the topic before diving into this kind of relationship. In fact, I had three people message me similar concerns yesterday about the misunderstanding that seems to be associated with BDSM in general.

I get asked all the time if I was allowed to negotiate my rules and if I enjoy being a slave. While I go with the “All questions will be tolerated” rule, I can’t help but feel that these are silly questions. Of course I like being a submissive (I’ll get to the difference between sub and slave in a moment).

If I didn’t like it, why the hell would I be in this relationship to begin with? I am not some weak-minded, weak-willed woman who bends over backwards to do anything she’s told. I do not lay down and write “welcome” on my belly so that people (ANY PEOPLE, family included) can walk all over me.

I am a smart woman. For example: I have a nest egg account that I never touch (I get penalized for withdraws unless I can prove it’s for an emergency – like the car breaking down, hospital stays, death in the family, divorce etc). It’s my fall back, my safety net. Something I wish I didn’t need, but realistically is a smart move on my part. It is not in any way shape or form connected to my husband (unless I die, and even then it goes to the kids).

Negotiating the rules of a BDSM relationship is an ABSOLUTE MUST. It is not a choice, it is something you MUST do. Communication is so vital to this kind of relationship that blindly agreeing to anything is stupid. The difference between “submissive” and “slave” is that slaves have no rights (not in the BDSM world anyway). They aren’t allowed hard limits, safe words, the right to say they don’t want to do something or can’t do something, including but not limited to: sleeping with other men/women, being told to strip naked anywhere, anal, blood play, age play, asphyxiation, masochism, etc. Yes, there are SOME PEOPLE who are into that, who practice that lifestyle and love every moment of it. But even THEY will sit down and discuss the roles, the rules and the expectations of both parties before engaging in this kind of contract. (And again, as humans we all have basic rights, you CAN walk away from any relationship at any time, if you CAN NOT then you are not in a BDSM relationship, you are in an abusive one.)

I am more “submissive” than I am “slave” though Master and I like both terms. We spent an entire year going over our rules and editing them, adding to them, deleting stupid ones (we once had a rule that I had to ask permission to pee. That went out the door real fast, lol). If you compare dating to the “negotiation period” for BDSM couples, they look fairly similar.

When you’re dating someone, the goal is to get to know them better and find out if you’re compatible for a long-term relationship. You don’t just randomly jump into marriage with the first person you have a slight crush on. (Or at least, you really shouldn’t!!!!). There is a reason that people date for years before popping the question and then spend another 6+ months planning the wedding. They want to make sure this is going to work for the long term.

Anyone who just jumps into a BDSM relationship without spending the time discussing, negotiating and getting to know what is expected with the other person is…. well the only term that comes to mind again is “stupid”. I know that’s harsh, but really, common sense is required for this kind of life.

Safe, sane and consensual. That’s the very heart and soul of BDSM (there’s also RACK – Risk Aware Consensual Kink – but hello, the words RISK AWARE are right in the name. You can’t agree to what you aren’t aware of)

Your rules will evolve, should evolve and should be revisited at least once a year because you as a person and the two, three, four, however many, of you as a couple are evolving. If everything stays the same for years and years you’re in a rut. Possibly a comfortable one, but a rut just the same. Your relationship should grow and your rules should evolve right along with it. Some of you may find that you go from 100+ rules down to a basic 10, others might go from a basic 10 to 100+.

I can not stress enough how important research is. I will be putting up a glossary of terms later on today (in the banner on my blog) to help you all understand what I mean by certain phrases and key words, but in the meantime, RESEARCH THEM on your own, hell even AFTER I post them, do your own research. You know those instruction manuals no one reads? Doing the research for BDSM and what you are and aren’t willing to do is more important than the stupid “Do not use hair dryer in shower” warning tags. It’s more important than any of those instruction manuals. This is basic common sense, but there’s a lot to it that you may not be aware of.

If you aren’t willing to put the time into researching BDSM, then you shouldn’t be involved in a BDSM relationship. Period.

If you aren’t willing to spend time and a lot of it, discussing your limits and expectations and the limits and expectations of others involved in your relationship, then you are becoming a willing part of an abusive relationship.

Rant over.

Until Next Time,

–Autumn

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