Cliches are in order, since the last time I wrote here...indeed, time does fly when you are having fun. Some much needed updates are in order...although I can't remember all the things I need to update about my life, aside from the what I'm about to write.
I surreptitiously mentioned about the big change in my life. Well let's not hint any longer...I am in a full blown relationship with someone. Let's call him A. Please welcome him into my life. He's been someone I've been wanting in a partner and more. Do I call him my partner?
Technically, in kink-land, you don't. You see, he's my Submissive. Wait...submissive. We have to make the kink gods happy...you know :) Actually, if you ever saw us in public, we act more like Mistress/property, probably because I do refer to A as my thing. Yet, we're still not sure if we are comfortable calling ourselves that in our circle, since those labels carry a fair bit of responsibilities and expectations. We did talk about how to describe ourselves in public and decided on Dominant/submissive. But as a friend of a friend pointed out, I couldn't muster the appropriate enthusiasm for those titles. Like everything in our relationship, all of it is a work in progress.
Ah yes....us kinksters and those freakin labels. Perhaps, it's befitting to write about these labels again since I have to use them. We will need to perform the rite of coming out as a couple soon...aka change our statuses on Fetlife...so that our intentions are clear and noble...Or something. And it is important that we choose our labels well. Because, you wouldn't want to change it the next day...NO ONE WILL RESPECT ME AS A DOMME!
How this came to be was rather sudden and the transition felt natural to the both of us. He proclaimed his love to me and I reciprocated. I asked him if I could "own" him, and he steadfastly agreed. Our hearts became united at that moment, and there was no doubt what kind of relationship this is or will be...a D/s one.
For the past 6- 8 months, we've been talking about how this is going to look like, how much control would I exert and he is willing to take, and balancing our kink and vanilla life (He is in transition and is a father. I have other relationships). We have engaged in play, talked about our limits and testing boundaries, and had lots and lots of sex. We've slept together...Like sleeping together...in a bed...snoring...sometimes with a cat snuggling next to him. It became apparent rather quickly, that I fucking miss sleeping with someone. He makes me coffee in the morning, drives me to work when he can, puts the dishes in the dishwasher, cooks for me and brings me good beer and chocolate. Trust me, it was hard to let him do these things for me in the beginning; but at this point, it would be sad if all of that went away.
He puts his head on my lap. I freakin love it when he does that! It makes my heart flutter. Squee!
Okay, if you had told me a year ago, that I was going to be in a relationship with someone and that I was going to own him, I would have laughed. But here I am, with A, who is my thing and my submissive, my lover and boyfriend.
