Last night, I was bathed in ease.
Everything we had been talking about or working on was present but it didn't matter.
I like gestures we use that have so much symbolic meaning.
When, with only a little effort on both our parts, it is crystal clear who is in charge
Horace was saying, "We'll figure it out but we're good."
And I was sitting at his feet.
He was tugging on my hair, messy and hastily thrown back in a bun.
I leaned towards him, wanting him to yank my hair.
It is amazing how we can adapt and I caught myself thinking last night,
"This is our normal"
There really is nothing better than being where I was. I felt focused, in that submissive-mindset.
Not only could Horace do whatever he wanted to me, I was fervently hoping he would.
Isn't it fun and kind of silly that its the little things that have so much impact?
But the strangeness of course, comes from me still trying to wrap my head around it.
Really, if you had told me ten years ago that I would be sitting at my husband's feet, contemplating how that signifies his authority, his dominance and my submission, I would have laughed at you and I wouldn't have stopped laughing for a very long while.
During these moments when I was in submissive contentment, Horace threw around a word he's been using a lot lately, "obedience."
That calls for a few more posts because, there is a tiny part of me that is still laughing at hearing that word.
Have a nice weekend!
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