Unspoken Rules

I am truly shocked and humbled by something that happened to me yesterday. I posted in one of my secret facebook groups for submissives, something that happened to me. I received back either likes or loves, 93 times!!! These ladies do not know me, I do not know them, I normally just lurk in the group. I suppose what I had happen to me, isn’t just something that I craved. So, what is it that happened and has brought on so many feelings in me?

Here is a little background information. When it is time to eat, whether it is breakfast, lunch, or dinner, I normally fix plates for Pappa, myself, and the boys. I put them on the table, then call everyone out to eat. This has just become habit, an unspoken rule in our D/s relationship. It’s something I observed my mother do throughout my life, I just took it on in this relationship.

Yesterday, we were at Pappa’s parents house for a birthday celebration. I was sitting on the front porch just enjoying the weather and the company. Pappa brought a plate of food out and I tasted the potato salad. He then asked me if I wanted HIM to fix ME a plate of food. I know for a fact that I looked like a deer caught in headlights. It dawned on me that I had not fixed his plate for him and that he was not only asking, but wanting to fix a plate for me. My very first instinct was to apologize for not fixing his plate for him. He very quickly told me not to even think about it and proceeded to ask me if I wanted him to fix me a plate.

It was in THAT moment, that I truly do have something I have always wanted….a relationship that is built on mutual trust, respect, and love for one another. Pappa and I both put the other’s best interests and that of our relationship, before the wants of our own, individually. I am finally conquering my fears of what has happened to me in the past, recognizing that Pappa is NOT that person and will not treat me that way, and I am feeling a new feeling…content.

I know that I have said I don’t know how I have gotten so lucky to have Pappa for me, but I do know. It’s called Karma. I’m a good person. I do good for so many others and have just been shit on in return. It was about time that I finally received the good that I had coming to me!

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