Sounds of laughter, shades of life

Greetings from mouse,

It's crazy mouse lost just one hour right?  Somehow she lost a day...Monday passed without a word from mouse and while she'd love to blame it on the time change...truth is she just got busy and forgot...just like she did last week too.  Please forgive her and enjoy the thoughts for today.  

Some evenings when he hasn't got a logjam of work to get through we'll sit together and just laugh.  People have ideas of what a 24/7 dynamic is like, certainly mouse has mentioned it before.  The image of the slave nude, always on her knees, waiting for a command or opportunity to please her Sir.  He's always in full Dom mode, ready to use her at a given moment.

Yes, sometimes it's like that, we spend time together in his study, while he works...just being quiet and waiting for direction -- with the outright nudity, although sometimes he will have mouse unbutton her blouse.  Sometimes he does like to objectify mouse a bit.  Like he'll tell her to pleasure him orally while he ignores it, continuing to work (not that much gets accomplished).

But it's not always like that.  Other times, we sit and talk, more often lately because of the house, kids and lots of other stuff, we're actually not feeling very talkative all the time.  There's enough, especially recently, we must discuss, we forget to laugh and be silly with each other.  Well, mouse will be silly and he'll tolerate it.

Well like the time mouse mused out loud, about sticking a darth vader helmet on Omega's penis, while humming the darth vader theme song.  He simply retorted that mouse would not be playing dress up with his "John Thomas."

Once, just recently during an argument she called him a doody head.  When he looked at her, and asked her to repeat that in much more respectful way; she restated it, Doody Head, Sir.

Tho it really wasn't intended it broke the ice between us.

We had hit the reset on the argument.  We started over, calmer and more gentler with each other.

Lately, we've been mired in this thing we do, struggling to define ourselves.  Are we Master/slave?

Part of us, easily one part answers yes, while another part wonders...

Why?

Pain is no longer a real part of our dynamic.  Maybe he struggles with that more than mouse, because she welcomes pain and needs at times to suffer for him, but because our power exchange she has no power to control that.  Still, she needs him to want her to suffer for him, selifsh, no?  On a conscious or philosophical level mouse understands why the pain can't return.  Why it's hard for him.

Yes, we both understand that pain doesn't need to part of a M/s dynamic. Many don't do pain at all.  But that's never been us, hence the struggle.  It's an adjustment for mouse.   Just something that will take time to work out...right?  

Song selection: Across the Universe; Lennon, McCartney