Don't Look Back

Welcome 2013!!!!

It seems an appropriate song to begin the new year with -- don't you think? Last night, we attended a party with some great friends. Lots of food, music and dancing -- did mouse mention dancing? Oh yes! Daddy was in fine form and really it had been an incredible year.

The happiness just bubbled over perhaps in both of us. At one point he grabbed mouse and said, "woman dance with me." and it's funny because mouse squeaked. We left the party early and drove home well before the midnight hour. We both really wanted to be home. We kissed, popped a bottle of champagne and toasted the new year.

The past several days, we were delving into the heady subject of submission, not at all certain how the discussion came about. Perhaps, it began with a blog posting by any one of people mouse follows? In any event, after some pretty deep introspection and meditation she realized something about herself. Most people divide up their submission into one of two categories with maybe a bit of,bleed-over. Some feel they are bedroom submissives, they willingly hand over all control there -- but in other areas, not so much. Then there are service submissives who thrive on doing anything. They're the type who hover waiting to fill a need, maybe even before their Dom knows it themselves. What really, really gets mouse off is being controlled.

When Daddy ties mouse up, when she feels helpless -- the struggle ends and mental freedom begins for her. If Daddy gives her a command, oh goodness, it doesn't even need to be a directive, it could be a request. Instantly mouse becomes weak-kneed and wet. It's different than when she pours him a cup of coffee in the morning or sets out his shave stuff, or tosses a towel in the dryer for a few minutes so it's warm when he dries off. Those are nice things...but he doesn't ask for them -- they're not required. He knows where the cups are kept and he could certainly get along fine without the warm towel.

When he tells mouse to do something -- it touches something primal deep inside her that she can't easily explain, and when he demonstrates in some way, his control, oh....It can be something simple, no leaving the house without permission. Or don't "remove the plug until I tell you to." it's like the fuzzy blanket to her. It feels so safe.

Song Selection: Don't Look Back; Boston