"is a thing now". Later in our human history people won't know that phrase was commonly used and commonly understood by most people. So, for posterity, I'm making note of it for future generations. (Who knows, someone might read this, eventually, far in the future).
Grocery shopping is a thing. Not new, but most people on the planet in whatever location, do go grocery shopping. It may be a weekly event, but not something turned into a national or international event (so far). Grocery shopping is more important than it's given credit for. As a couple we (my now ex-husband and I) would shop for groceries once a week with a shopping list of things we bought every week and things we had, or were, running out of (staples). Grocery shopping could be turbulent at times but it was a time for decision making and working things out as a couple. Afterwards we went out for dinner, our weekly night out. A simple plan which worked.
Small, ordinary events like grocery shopping are overlooked in relationships between people, particularly by people who think they want to live as Dominant and submissive 24 hours, 7 days a week.
First, being that way in public. Before your own wants/ needs remember you are exposing the public to your lifestyle/ fetish - without consent or permission. Consent between the couple, the partners, is only the surface. If you take your adventures public you expose random people and you don't know they will be okay with that. Assume not. Discretion is advised.
Second, grocery shopping is a functional event, you actually do need to purchase the supplies and staples you need. If you get home all happy about your adventures but without the milk, coffee cream, bread, rice, pasta, etc. you have failed to accomplish the task. Also, if you get wrapped up in the fun and forget to bring your shopping bags or anything else needed, that is also a fail. Of course, some people routinely forget to prepare ahead or forget the milk and need to make a second trip, that's bad planning and, if you were a submissive performing a task, you would be disciplined for it.
Third, and probably last, why are events like grocery shopping not seen as important? Men who offer themselves as submissives and slaves throw up a list of things they will do for the women they want to win over. But, they don't really know or think about the common things like grocery shopping. There is a joke, I see it posted in various forms, about women really wanting yard work, house work, home repairs and etc. from men when men offer sex, romance, etc. It's partially true.
Today for instance, what I'd really like is for someone to pull everything out of my bedroom closet and help me sort out what I still need versus all the rest of it. Then pack up the stuff I don't need and take it to the Salvation Army thrift store. It would be a job well done and I'd have space for other things which are taking up space in areas which were not intended as storage. After that, I'd like to stop for a good coffee somewhere in town, after we drop everything off at the thrift store. He could pay, because I'm still that old fashioned, I like a man who treats me to coffee and all those nice little, ordinary things. I don't mind splitting the bill for dinner, and I like treating others when I choose to, but the little things are a nice touch and not a big obligation, for me. Little things mean a lot but they don't have to tip the balance of power and control.
Grocery shopping is a little thing, in its way. Taken for granted. But, all those little events in life make life good and strong and purposeful. So, grocery shopping is a thing. A part of reality for couples who want to live the D/s lifestyle. Enjoy it, don't forget to plan ahead.
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02 December 2019
20 January 2012
A Short Story for David
I'm watching TV... not really paying much attention to it.
My little man brings in the coffee. He's wearing that cute little apron we found last week. That's all he's wearing. I watch his bare feet, then up along the backs of his legs to his butt cheeks as he walks away, off to do the laundry.
Weekends are nice, when you're a Domme. What new little torment can I think of for my little man...?
I hear the washing machine start up. Then the clothes dryer starts up. I like the smell of fresh dried clothes and how nice and warm they are when they first come out of the machine.
"Little man...?" I call to him.
His head pops around the doorway, ""Yes, Madam."
"Bring those towels from the dryer, here."
In a minute he is back with the towels, not yet folded. I press one to my face, so warm and soft. There are not half a dozen towels in the pile, but I only need one more. No point in making him re-wash all of them.
Standing up, I take off my shirt, slip my pants down to my ankles and step out of them. From the bottom of the pile, I pull out the warmest towel and set it down on the couch behind me, spread out. Before I sit down I pull off my panties. When I sit down I feel the warm towel on my butt cheeks, it's soothing and comfortable.
"Kneel before me, boy."
He does, his face looking hopeful. His breathing has changed, but I'm pretty sure he hasn't noticed all these little things about himself. His eyes are on my boobs, the only part of me still clothed.
I smile at him then lean forward to kiss him and give his bottom lip a little bite. "Unfasten my bra."
I flip my hair forward, making sure it brushes his face and chest. His hands are sure and quick at the hook and eyes behind me. I hold the front of my bra rather than let it fall off too easily. Leaning back I smirk up at him as I wiggle myself forward inching my hips to the end of the couch. He has to back up before my knees push him away.
"This towel is so nice and warm on my bum. Feel my bum."
His hands start on my knees, one on each side. He slides his hands down my thighs, his fingertips gradually slipping lower until he is cupping my hips. "You feel very nice." He says.
"My boobies are a bit cold." I whisper.
"May I kiss them?" He asks.
"Not yet. Open my legs and kneel between my thighs."
He knows what to do, what I want. His hands slide back up to my knees, on the outside of my thighs. At my knees his fingers slip between my knees, pushing them apart slightly. Then he runs his hands up along the inside of my thighs, gently pushing my legs apart. I'm already wet and I know he can smell and see how much I'm enjoying this. I relax back against the couch, letting my thighs fall open farther.
"Now you can kiss my boobies."
I know this is not exactly what he wanted at that moment. The flicker of disappointment on his face makes me laugh quietly.
My bra is removed, but he holds back a moment, admiring the curves of my breasts and my nipples. He presses his face between my breasts, kissing the valley before moving to the peaks. I pretend not to notice his hands, placed on top of my thighs with his thumbs just brushing the lips of my pussy. The almost there touches are making me want more.
By now he is kissing and sucking one breast and then the other. He makes those funny little noises and I can see the apron has started to tent out in front of him.
"Stop." He freezes in place. "Lean back so I can see you, lift your apron so I can see your cock."
Reluctantly he removes his hands from me and lifts his apron. "Should I take it off?"
"No. It looks cute covering your happy, little cock." He lets the apron fall. "What may I do for you now, Madam?"
"You may kiss and lick my pussy and suck on my clit."
"Thank you, Madam."
"You'e welcome." It really is nice being a Domme on the weekends.
My little man brings in the coffee. He's wearing that cute little apron we found last week. That's all he's wearing. I watch his bare feet, then up along the backs of his legs to his butt cheeks as he walks away, off to do the laundry.
Weekends are nice, when you're a Domme. What new little torment can I think of for my little man...?
I hear the washing machine start up. Then the clothes dryer starts up. I like the smell of fresh dried clothes and how nice and warm they are when they first come out of the machine.
"Little man...?" I call to him.
His head pops around the doorway, ""Yes, Madam."
"Bring those towels from the dryer, here."
In a minute he is back with the towels, not yet folded. I press one to my face, so warm and soft. There are not half a dozen towels in the pile, but I only need one more. No point in making him re-wash all of them.
Standing up, I take off my shirt, slip my pants down to my ankles and step out of them. From the bottom of the pile, I pull out the warmest towel and set it down on the couch behind me, spread out. Before I sit down I pull off my panties. When I sit down I feel the warm towel on my butt cheeks, it's soothing and comfortable.
"Kneel before me, boy."
He does, his face looking hopeful. His breathing has changed, but I'm pretty sure he hasn't noticed all these little things about himself. His eyes are on my boobs, the only part of me still clothed.
I smile at him then lean forward to kiss him and give his bottom lip a little bite. "Unfasten my bra."
I flip my hair forward, making sure it brushes his face and chest. His hands are sure and quick at the hook and eyes behind me. I hold the front of my bra rather than let it fall off too easily. Leaning back I smirk up at him as I wiggle myself forward inching my hips to the end of the couch. He has to back up before my knees push him away.
"This towel is so nice and warm on my bum. Feel my bum."
His hands start on my knees, one on each side. He slides his hands down my thighs, his fingertips gradually slipping lower until he is cupping my hips. "You feel very nice." He says.
"My boobies are a bit cold." I whisper.
"May I kiss them?" He asks.
"Not yet. Open my legs and kneel between my thighs."
He knows what to do, what I want. His hands slide back up to my knees, on the outside of my thighs. At my knees his fingers slip between my knees, pushing them apart slightly. Then he runs his hands up along the inside of my thighs, gently pushing my legs apart. I'm already wet and I know he can smell and see how much I'm enjoying this. I relax back against the couch, letting my thighs fall open farther.
"Now you can kiss my boobies."
I know this is not exactly what he wanted at that moment. The flicker of disappointment on his face makes me laugh quietly.
My bra is removed, but he holds back a moment, admiring the curves of my breasts and my nipples. He presses his face between my breasts, kissing the valley before moving to the peaks. I pretend not to notice his hands, placed on top of my thighs with his thumbs just brushing the lips of my pussy. The almost there touches are making me want more.
By now he is kissing and sucking one breast and then the other. He makes those funny little noises and I can see the apron has started to tent out in front of him.
"Stop." He freezes in place. "Lean back so I can see you, lift your apron so I can see your cock."
Reluctantly he removes his hands from me and lifts his apron. "Should I take it off?"
"No. It looks cute covering your happy, little cock." He lets the apron fall. "What may I do for you now, Madam?"
"You may kiss and lick my pussy and suck on my clit."
"Thank you, Madam."
"You'e welcome." It really is nice being a Domme on the weekends.
12 April 2011
Take Him By the Ear
20 September 2010
Just a Thought
Originally posted to Adult BackWash, my weekly column was Bait and Switch: Friday July 12, 2002
I have a fantasy... my man is my personal body servant. Part valet and part love slave. Each morning he would assist me with all the routine of getting shaved, washed, dressed and out the door. In the evening he would pick me up from where ever I was and ask if I wanted to go out for dinner or have him cook at home. Sometimes I would cook, but there is something pretty sexy about a man who can put together something hot, tasty and gourmet.
After dinner he becomes my entertainment. If I want to play, we play. If I just want to have coffee and relax he is casual, maybe a little conversation and some massaging of my shoulders or more. He wears what I choose and his moods always suit mine. He is never grumpy or mopey.
I think I would like to be seduced by a life sized Ken doll and I'm not really sure if I care that he is not anatomically correct. A penis just gets in the way of the really good stuff sometimes. Now, if it was detachable...
I have a fantasy... my man is my personal body servant. Part valet and part love slave. Each morning he would assist me with all the routine of getting shaved, washed, dressed and out the door. In the evening he would pick me up from where ever I was and ask if I wanted to go out for dinner or have him cook at home. Sometimes I would cook, but there is something pretty sexy about a man who can put together something hot, tasty and gourmet.
After dinner he becomes my entertainment. If I want to play, we play. If I just want to have coffee and relax he is casual, maybe a little conversation and some massaging of my shoulders or more. He wears what I choose and his moods always suit mine. He is never grumpy or mopey.
I think I would like to be seduced by a life sized Ken doll and I'm not really sure if I care that he is not anatomically correct. A penis just gets in the way of the really good stuff sometimes. Now, if it was detachable...
29 December 2009
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