There are moments for mouse when she feels as though she's standing on the edge of a cliff. A huge vast precipice and way down below mouse can clearly see Daddy, sitting on rock beside a different trail leading to....
Well, who knows where it leads; all mouse knows is that she has to get there. Daddy, is in a place where the "cliffs" he sees aren't larger than a deep puddle. They're to him something to be stepped over and maybe risking a wet ankle.
But the same place for mouse feels immense -- hugely vast and deep like the grand canyon. And she wants to be with him...but there's fear...always fear. Will this be the thing that makes her completely different?
No, in fact deep down she knows that -- it will be better or we'll turn around and head someplace else.
These are religious themes...but they're also hugely related to TTWD.
When mouse finally decides to take a step, the cliff invariably vanishes...sure the step is awkward -- with that weird thud, like when you think there's another step but really you've reached the floor. Mentally mouse will think every time...wow that was waaaay easier.
Depending how long he's been waiting, he might invite mouse to sit beside him or kneel at his feet for a while...or he might be standing and eager to get moving.
These moments are just part of life -- they're part of life when you choose to share it with someone else. It really doesn't matter if you're into the "lifestyle" or just living life.
Over the weekend we had an incident involving Babygirl. A mad dash to the ER followed by tests...the relief when we learned she was fine. Yet, we found ourselves in a different place. Sure there's a path but it's overgrown...like nature closing in on it. Maybe it was once well used...but now....not so much. Guess anyone that's hiked would understand that. Perhaps the trail is just seasonal, a migratory trail for animals. It doesn't matter it's a path.
Daddy is very zen about all this. He knows that someone had to be on that path before...otherwise it wouldn't be there.
Together we walk....we might pause but we keep moving.
Eventually we come to spot that looks vaguely familiar. Daddy orders mouse to her knees and she sucks him willingly, engulfing and surrounding his cock with her mouth.
And then in that moment when she swallows, everything is familiar. The sights, the sounds, the scents of us fill the air.
Daddy brings mouse to where ever he is.
We've been meditating together recently. It's more like an etherial resting -- we sit on the floor, and wrap our bodies around each other. We hold that position. It's comfortable, mouse leans on him and he on mouse -- like finding that center of gravity spot we all have. Where your mind relaxes and you can just "be". He's been edging mouse to that place for a while now. Nudging her along...because, she wouldn't be mouse if she didn't try to resist. Last night after an exhaustive time...we got there. Finally.
For a while it felt as though we were reading the same book but on different chapters...Then it felt like we were on the same chapter...Now...we're totally on the same page again.
Ya...mouse is mixing metaphors. Are we hiking or reading books?