This; glaringly evident to anyone who's read this blog for a long time, mouse tends to take simple ideas and make them seem impossible. Obey, expectations, Daddy taking control are all concepts that aren't the least bit foreign to mouse. This morning mouse again cried as he put the corset on her -- just because she knows there isn't a choice. Most things he's done in the past haven't seemed this difficult.
When he took control of what mouse wears for example, he did leave small things for her to decide. Now, he doesn't. Ok, that's not fair. For around the first few months he let mouse make certain choices -- what went well with what -- but he learned. And then he took over -- so the whole corset thing shouldn't surprise mouse in the least.
Already he's noticed positive changes in mouse that encourages him and let's him know he's on the path. That we're on the right path. He's different too. Daddy, while being strict, is also much more open with mouse. He offers more praise and when he gives ideas, mouse takes them way more seriously. It's not a suggestion or something that mouse just blows off.
Also now mouse realizes how much she was blowing off. Don't even know how that began -- he allowed it on some levels. Daddy admits as much. There was a lot of changes and adjustments as our family grew. He did some control to help mouse really begin to heal, to foster some serious trust so that mouse could feel comfortable to share anything with him. Maybe it just became a timing thing? Looking back, it seems the whole year just flew passed, probably from around March on. Summer at the lake and not a lot of true alone time. Sure there were spankings snd quickies in the woods and doing things at night in the lake that frightened the fish. In total retrospect it was more than a few months spent in vanilla-vile. Or his version of it.