The summer after I turned 13 was the first time I actually said the big swear words out loud rather than spelling them (yeah, I was that kid). Out with my girlfriends, fuck was the all-purpose word and was added to pretty much every sentence that came out of my mouth the entire summer. Every pause was punctuated with fuck, so naturally it showed up in the most inane places. Right now I’m feeling about the same with BDSM.
Since we’ve hit a revival that includes lots of new and shiny things, we have been reveling in all things BDSM. When we are alone, we fall into the stylized language that includes lots of Master’s and profuse thanks for the smallest of things. Hearing him call me pet or his girl is incredibly arousing and makes me feel almost absurdly happy. We even went so far as to change our Fet statuses to reflect our new dynamic. When I hit submit on the box that changed my status from Collared by to Owned and Collared by I almost came right then and there – those words held that much power. The same thing happened when I asked to add Slave of.
The Master’s and the pet’s are not only fun because of their newness, but one slipped into regular conversation changes the tone to reflect the new levels of openness and trust we’ve created. To get that extra little shiver when he slips in a half-whispered my girl to what he’s saying, or my mouthing Master from across the room reinforce our little secret.
Thankfully, my husband feels similarly and while it can be really hot to do, he’s just as happy to stick to our old standbys when we are just relaxing together. There is a temptation to do this all the time, but frankly I would find it not only tedious after a while but nerve wracking as well – having to always be on like that would be exhausting and I’d be constantly worried about slipping up.
So yeah, I want to play with all our new shiny things, but at the same time I don’t want to have to go through every blog post making sure I always refer to him as Him or Master, or to be worried that I’m going to be taken to task for it. It’s probably just as well that he’s sick today, we need an enforced night off. Even though we know it’s needed those shiny things literally beg to be played with no matter how tired you might be. It’ll be nice to just be husband and wife again for a night. Our shiny playthings will still be there tomorrow.
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