The fundamental things apply

Greetings from mouse,

We worked through our issues, we took apart our fears and the things holding us back. It wasn't about who won or lost. Who gave in or up. We learned that if we're going to make our lives work it cannot be one sided.

A Master slave relationship on the surface can seem very singular. The slave gives, the Master receives, but that's just a glance really.  It's far more intricate.  Many think slavery is about waiting for the Dom to say, "jump!" so sub can reply, "how high?"  It's not really like that at all...now mouse mentioned all this before but it bears repeating.  It's true mouse has a limit, a hard limit that was discovered very much by accident.  Some might suggest that she hand over her slave card, but the truth is everyone has limits.  For a slave to pronounce that she has none, means that she just hasn't been probed deep enough to find one.  Or, even more frightening, that she's so afraid of losing what she has that she'll just submit to anything or just about it...let's stay away from the cutting off one's arm argument...let's assume the Dom has more sense than that, shall we?  


Limits come up when you least expect them to...you think you're okay with something; then Wham!  You're just not.  

The bitter truth is we are humans, and specifically women; not big breasted robots from Gor. We are emotional, human, female. Try as you might, there are things about us that simply cannot be changed. It takes strength to submit, great strength actually. We aren't less than our Dominant counterparts. We are equal. Without us, they can't exist. Without them, neither can we.

We each have our own power in the exchange. It's like alternating currant, continuously goes back and forth. Direct current just flows in one direction. The current must alternate.

In making the joint effort to save our marriage, we saved our dynamic and learned along the way symbiotic existence. As much as we love each other, we need each other more. We are very different people and somewhat hopelessly mismatched.

Omega is a man firmly born in the wrong time. He could have easily been born in the 1930s or before. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses. He wears a hat...not a baseball cap, but a proper man's hat. Causal for him is not wearing a tie. Denim is for yard work, manual labor, or maybe camping or fishing. His hair is trimmed every three weeks, his goatee is trimmed as needed. He despises an untidy apperarence. He demands to lead.

While he enjoys mouse's writing, but cannot stand her word choices -- for example he gave her a thesaurus. Unfortunately, the word, "dunno," couldn't be found. To her denim is fashionable and just fine for running around. The music she listens to is mostly rubbish at least to him...we're very different.

Yet, the need is there under it all, beyond our differences and the ways we drive each other crazy. We each had to bend sometimes slightly sometimes hugely. While on the surface it seems often that mouse has twisted herself into a pretzel to please her man. He's had to bend too and mouse appreciates it and it makes her want to bend in other ways to please him.

Now, yesterday while getting the paper for O, mouse slipped on the icy driveway (Seriously, it's late March, shouldn't be any ice around anymore...stupid fucking weather).  While O loves to see the sight of his slave crawling...not for that reason! Crawling at that point seemed more safe than trying to stand on the ice and falling again (how did the 3 Stooges do all those prat falls without serious injury?).  Nothing hurt too bad, mouse can drive, walk..go up and down the stairs...just not fly up them...Thankfully she wasn't carrying the baby.  Of course, O insisted that she go to the ER, however, dunno mouse just didn't feel it's that bad...yanno?  You just kinda know your pride is hurt more than anything.  However did concede that if it continues to hurt -- the way it does now...she would go.

This morning, it was horribly stiff but not too bad, sleeping was difficult.  O had to stay on his side of the bed :(

He just kept his hand on mouse's head most of the night.

Song selection: As Time Goes By; written by Herman Hupfeld, performed by Ella Fitzgerald