Blink, blink, blink it flashes in this mocking way it seems to have when mouse isn't at all certain what to write about. Our weekend was quiet and long. In the morning hours we lazed in bed, shirking for a moment all of our responsibilities. The weather has been cold.
Sunday morning, Daddy made a fire in the fireplace, and it burned almost continuously until this morning, with embers still present. Another log added and it seemed to dwindle, only to reignite just moments ago. If fire is tricky like that, relationships are just as tricky also, just when you think the flame has gone out something happens to remind you that hasn't. Of BDSM styled relationships, regardless of the dynamic (M/s. D/s and so on), it is often said they burn hotter than the typical relationship most people engage in.
Now don't misunderstand mouse isn't talking about "kinky" people who keep a vibrator and maybe a pretty bright pink flogger tucked into a drawer with maybe a pair of handcuffs. For them, it's fun, irregular (and there's nothing wrong with that) but nothing they'd consider be continued outside the bedroom and certainly never all the time.
Sometimes kinky folk turn their noses up at us, as if they know what it's about because they can make themselves get off to a vibrator, as though they've unlocked the mystery shrouding our dynamic. It's difficult also dealing with friends who simply don't understand our relationship and if it were fully explained would probably be inclined to alert the authorities. The lines are drawn down the middle, with half of mouse's friends saying to her, "You don't know how lucky you are to be home," and the other camp who say with equal tenacity,"I could never be without my career."
It is also rather ironic both camps would equally dismiss the fact Omega and mouse have frequent sex because we're newlyweds still, as though the "newness" of us negates age. Both camps are rather insulting to mouse's ear, although she's gotten much better at tuning them out, as the former seems to think that being home isn't "work" and the latter demeans it because it doesn't come with a corner office and a large paycheck. This isn't to suggest that it's all Master/slave all the time, while it does seem to take up a sizable chunk of our time, or more specifically Daddy's time. We frequently have conversations that haven't a thing to do with it.
An example of that might be our social calendar, which mouse is responsible for setting. Meal preparations and shopping generally falls on mouse also. Daddy exerts more control over other things, like how mouse spends her days, or what she wears or eats while he's not at home and yes even how her downtime is spent (if there is any downtime before dinner). Lately however he's not offering much permission, mouse has been experiencing pain from her thumbs to the elbow, obviously a symptom that she's been using the iPad and her phone too much.
It'll get better, we just need to stop it before it gets worse.