vanilla slavery

I haven't seen much written about the every day boring as hell bite your tongue because you'd rather be somewhere doing something else aspect of slavery.  Das is an intelligent man with varied interests, most of which I don't share. Hence the periods of mind numbing boredom. :) 

We were talking about global economics today for a bit, intriguing as some of it is it's not something that I, on my own, spend much time talking about, which brings us to slavery. You know what I get to do when Das has a hankering to talk economics and I want to read a novel, talk about pop culture, take a nap... I get to talk about economics. I'm pretty sure that the torture of doing something you don't find interesting only because your master does is right up there with being a non masochist paired with a sadist. Might be worse since at least the kinky stuff might be sexy in a round about way but there is no sexy to be found in trying not to yawn while simultaneously working overtime to make sense of concepts and information you've neither studied nor been overly concerned with memorizing.  

I find the active practice of maintaining a pleasant face, the tongue biting, the working hard to enjoy oneself because it pleases him way easier to do in kink/sex situations than I do in the day to day boring stuff. While I assume I'm not alone in that I do wonder how others manage. It isn't really ever brought up in detail in slave blogs which tend to be full of the excitement of kink/sex and even the excitement of relationship drama and declarations of how slavery isn't separate from vanilla life but the details of spending hours talking cars, computers, sports, hunting, clothes, whatever and subjugating your own topics of interests while not becoming resentful about, that is the kind of thing I'd love to see more of. Someone recently asked me how I held my tongue in different conversations or circumstances and I had to say I don't know, I just do (mostly) because it simply is the way of things around here. Not that I've never given in to the desire to roll my eyes about going over well worn ground but thankfully that's the exception not the rule.