This morning I got up, made the girl’s breakfast and lunch and sent her on the bus. I made Crusoe a breakfast sandwich, wrapped it up so he could eat it on the road, and packed his lunch.
Much like the proverbial 1950’s housewife, I walked him to the door, handed him his lunch, and prepared to kiss him goodbye. Unlike the typical 1950’s housewife, I was wearing steel-toed shoes and a day collar instead of heels and pearls.
He took the lunch, but instead of the offered kiss said, “On your knees.”
I dropped to my knees…. Not gracefully, not elegantly. Much like landing an aircraft on a ship, my journey to my knees resembled a barely controlled crash.
Crusoe cupped my downturned face in his free hand and pulled my gaze to him.
I leaned into him, cheek pressed against his leg.
We remained that way for a few moments, his hand on my head.
Like many couples, Crusoe and I never seem to have enough time. Work, family, and other obligations limit our spare time. We have a relatively low protocol dynamic, but there are times it feels like no protocol – which isn’t a good thing for either of us.
Scheduling a specific playtime or “scene” (a term I don’t care for) is a challenge. In the interim, Crusoe calibrates me in ways that our daily schedule allows. Yesterday, he had me bound to the bed and gave me a funishment spanking before the alarm (at 4:50 am – sigh.) Today, the unexpected time on my knees reminded me not only that my service is appreciated, but who is piloting us.
Both episodes took just moments for him to execute, but provided much-needed reinforcement of our dynamic. It is daily dominance that binds us together when we don’t have time for “real” D/s. Time may get away from us, but that doesn’t dictate the depth of our dynamic.
This morning with just three small words Crusoe reassured me: He leads, I follow.
Love this.
(via lexiesdarkthoughts)
