Randomness
Talking to my mom yesterday I mention that Das would not allow me to eat his utterly delicious looking macaroni and cheese until he was satisfied with my intake of meat and vegetables. I actually used the word allow and we had a good laugh about him peering around on of the serving dishes after ordering me to get vegetables when I swore I already had, just to be sure I wasn't trying to scam him. At no point in this conversation did my mother seem the least bit surprised, uncomfortable or perturbed that I her 39 year old daughter was having her food choices dictated to her by her mate. This may seem amazingly progressive but really it's not, I just come from a very patriarchal family. In her eyes Das is doing what any good man would/should be doing, laying down the law and looking out for the welfare of his woman. The fact that I'm happy counts for something but not for as much as him being obviously in charge of our household.
I think this is one reason why being outed to my family was ultimately not a huge issue. Kinky sex aside our M/s dynamic was completely accepted as perfectly normal. Had I been the one in charge there would have been a lot more eyebrow raising. I would almost go as far as to say it's a family trait. My youngest brother adores his wife, and he also is the undisputed ruler of that roost although neither of them would label it D/s or M/s it has a very familiar flair.
This weekend one of my friends brought up the fact that I am not service oriented which is true. What is kinda funny about that to me is the fact that I was raised to be. My childhood/teen years were filled with acts of service like boot blacking. If I never polish another boot or shoe in my life I am perfectly ok with that, same for ironing, lol. I did a fair bit of domestic stuff but I never really excelled at it. I did learn to give a decent massage though. Cooking, well my ineptitude in the kitchen is the stuff of legends, lol. A friend did offer a weekend of lessons but I am just a wee bit suspicious about their methods of encouragement. I know way too many sadists.
I think this is one reason why being outed to my family was ultimately not a huge issue. Kinky sex aside our M/s dynamic was completely accepted as perfectly normal. Had I been the one in charge there would have been a lot more eyebrow raising. I would almost go as far as to say it's a family trait. My youngest brother adores his wife, and he also is the undisputed ruler of that roost although neither of them would label it D/s or M/s it has a very familiar flair.
This weekend one of my friends brought up the fact that I am not service oriented which is true. What is kinda funny about that to me is the fact that I was raised to be. My childhood/teen years were filled with acts of service like boot blacking. If I never polish another boot or shoe in my life I am perfectly ok with that, same for ironing, lol. I did a fair bit of domestic stuff but I never really excelled at it. I did learn to give a decent massage though. Cooking, well my ineptitude in the kitchen is the stuff of legends, lol. A friend did offer a weekend of lessons but I am just a wee bit suspicious about their methods of encouragement. I know way too many sadists.
Comments
Post a Comment