Feb 232013
 

The weather here is lovely in February — it’s in the mid 70’s during the day and it’s nearly always sunny. It’s perfect weather for one of my favorite weekend rituals — a lazy morning in bed, followed by a late breakfast on the water and a trip to the farmers’ market to pick up fresh fruits and vegetables for the rest of our weekend meals.

The farmers’ market is about a mile from the beach where the breeze is stronger and the sun shines brighter. Tables are piled high with brightly colored fruits and vegetables and people sell fresh produce, homemade pies, cookies, and jars of pesto and tomato sauce. Everyone moves slowly and smiles easily. Everything about it reminds me why I love this place.

J doesn’t love the people, the sun, or the vegetables as much as I do, but he’s happy to tag along and I’m happy to have him with me.

I like watching the way he watches me when we’re out. I like the way he moves in my orbit, perpetually adjusting his position in relation to mine. I like seeing his curiosity and amusement when I get excited about particularly fat, juicy strawberries. I like moving slowly through the day, unrushed, enjoying the anticipation of what comes later, after a lazy afternoon and a good meal, after I’ve been hungry for him all day, after I can’t handle wanting him any more and give up any guise of self-control. I like walking past the tables and discussing what to make for dinner, all the while thinking of the delicious ways I’ll use J later in the evening.

After buying two jars of homemade marinara sauce from an old woman on the corner, I stopped to browse some lovely zucchini piled in crates on the ground.

claw-clipAs I leaned down to get a better look, my wind-blown hair fell forward into my face. I stood up and pulled a hair clip from my purse.

Under the curious watch of the dusty, sun-browned man hawking his squash, I held the clip out for J. Without a word, J opened his mouth and I clamped the hair clip on his tongue.

It’s what I do when we’re in bed. When I’m on top and lean down to kiss him, I hate when my hair falls into my face… and his face. When it gets in my way, I lean over and get a hair clip from the nightstand drawer. Since I need both hands to tie my hair back, I have to put the clip somewhere. One day, I decided J’s tongue was available, and it felt cute and playful to demand it. Now it’s become a habit — as soon as I get the clip, he offers me his tongue.

At the market, I gathered my hair and wound it into a messy twist, removed the clip from J’s tongue, and secured my hair back out of my face.

The farmer looked amused.

“That’s a good man you have there.”

“I know,” I nodded and smiled.

The farmer playfully wagged his finger at J.

“You’d better watch, son. Pretty soon, she’ll make you hold her purse… who knows where!”

J chuckled and I responded.

“Of course not! I’d never make him hold my purse — he’d look ridiculous.”

I resumed my examination of the vegetables, decided on a few zucchini, and paid the man.

J took my hand in his and we walked on to the next table, piled high with bright red and orange tomatoes. We talked about what to make for dinner, but I was distracted — I was too busy thinking of all the ways I’ll use him later tonight.

 


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  33 Responses to “everyday D/s”

  1. “I like watching the way he watches me when we’re out. I like the way he moves in my orbit, perpetually adjusting his position in relation to mine.

    I like this! I view submissiveness as something so much more that just what happens in the bedroom, and this is a perfect example. It is that careful watching, the joy in successfully anticipating a need, and those secret signals that mean so much to me.

    • I view submissiveness as something so much more that just what happens in the bedroom

      It’s the same for me, too. Plus, I can’t separate what happens in the bedroom from what happens out of the bedroom. What happens outside affects what happens inside. In other words, if I’m not feeling it during the day, I’m not going to feel it at night.

  2. Yes, I think the best moments are the little everyday ones. The ones that seem so small but carry with them the knowledge of all that’s gone before and all that are yet to come. It sounds like a perfect weekend.

    • Agreed. Sometimes I think it’s far easier to make “big gestures” (particularly in the bedroom when it’s fun), than it is to make small ones as we go about our normal day. Those little ones may be more difficult and less fun, but as you suggest, they carry the weight of what comes before and what comes next.

  3. This is so playfully gorgeous. Made me grin, ear-to-ear.

    • Thank you, Harper. I love the beautiful, playful stuff — it’s what keeps me charged up with love and want and all that lovely stuff. :)

  4. This left me with all the warm gooey feelings like a sticky bun. It is these common, everyday little things that make the relationship what it is. His submission for you is becoming so engrained in him. I love it, and i love it for you!

    That all being said, I’m up in the northeast and its cold as balls… and I hate the cold, so lastly, I must add: Jealous!!!!!!!!

    • It is these common, everyday little things that make the relationship what it is. His submission for you is becoming so engrained in him. I love it, and i love it for you!

      I love it too. :) I like seeing him change in small ways. It’s like he’s becoming more mine — more responsive, more intuitive, more my boy. I love that — it’s sweet and hot and oh-so-beautiful to watch.

      I’m up in the northeast and its cold as balls… and I hate the cold, so lastly, I must add: Jealous!!!!!!!!

      I’m sorry to hear it! I lived up north for a spell and I did not enjoy the cold at all. With that said, yes, you should be jealous — it’s amazing here! If it makes you feel any better, you’ve now given me a craving for sticky buns! Damn you! :)

  5. This is just perfect. Enjoy every minute of each other!

  6. Wow. This is definitely hotter than porn.

    • @Maria: Ha! Thank you! For the most part, I agree. I get turned on by the little things… all of those little things make me hungry for the big things… the hurty, stingy, tied-up things. :)

  7. Here are my reactions in summary: I love farmer’s markets! – OMG Birdcage! – swoon at hair clip-tongue action – wistful wishing for more regular D/s elements in my life – call Nikki to discuss how hot and generally awesome this post was – finally write comment, mostly incoherently. <3

    • @Heather: I LOVE farmers’ markets too. I love them WAY too much. J is perplexed by my obsession with nice produce.

      Birdcage? Is that another name for that sort of hairclip?

      call Nikki to discuss how hot and generally awesome this post was

      Really? That’s the best compliment ever! Thank you. :)

      Also, I enjoy your mostly-incoherence, which isn’t incoherence at all… it’s more like coherence that’s a little soft and fuzzy around the edges, a little rambling, and a lot of sweetness….

      ZOMG! IT’S LIKE SUBSPACE!!!1!

      I think we just discovered a thing that needs a name… What do we call it? A “subspacey comment, “comment subspace,” “comment subspace,” “blogspace comment”?

      HALP. We need a name before we can trademark it…. ___________ ™ Dumb Domme & Vagina Antics, 2013, all rights reserved (for us!!!! All of your rights are belong to us!)

      • Yes! Let’s trademark it! WE ARE GENIUSES!

        You’ve never watched The Birdcage with Robin Williams and Nathan Lane?! I thought it was required watching for anyone who wanted to live in FL. Anyway, there’s this great farmer’s market scene that I love with the kind of love that only colorful stands full of vegetables can inspire. The “faithful houseboy” Agador is like me but in gay Latino man form. I know, when Nikki and I visit you we’ll watch it together. I’ll serve the cocktails!

        • Trademark! ™ Dumb Domme & Vagina Antics!

          Hmm… perhaps we can combine forces? Dumb Domme + Vagina Antics = Dumb Vagina? Dumb Antics? Vagina Domme? Ok, maybe not.

          You’ve never watched The Birdcage with Robin Williams and Nathan Lane?! I thought it was required watching for anyone who wanted to live in FL.

          Nope. Never saw it. Also, as for required watching in FL, we’re too busy watching zombies and people humping manatees to bother with films.

          I know, when Nikki and I visit you we’ll watch it together. I’ll serve the cocktails!

          You and Nikki can watch the movie. I’ll braid your hair… into a handle. ;)

  8. I love you. So fucking much.

    That’s about as wordy as I can get today because peanut butter brownies.

  9. Aww, this is so cute! Thank you for sharing, and . :)

    I agree on the importance of the small connected moments, not just the big ones. (Don’t mind me, I’m catching up. lol.)

  10. Rats. I hit that too soon. Second sentence ends at “sharing” and smiley. Warm fuzzies for all!

  11. Wait… you mean it is not all whips and chains and leather corsets… well bugger me! I adore this post, there is something deeply sensual about the moments you have described, something that is so often missing in erotic fiction, especially female domme POV stuff.

    Mollyxxx

    • @Molly:

      Wait… you mean it is not all whips and chains and leather corsets… well bugger me!

      It’s only whips, chains, and corsets most of the time… oh yes, and there’s buggering too! :)

      I adore this post, there is something deeply sensual about the moments you have described, something that is so often missing in erotic fiction, especially female domme POV stuff.

      Thank you for such a lovely compliment, Molly. :) Believe it or not, I’m not very imaginative, so I write what I know and what I’ve lived. The hot, heavy, hurty stuff is fun, but I adore those little moments that get stuck in my head — they’re lovely memories and great motivation for the hot, heavy, hurty stuff, too. :)

  12. The true beauty of everything is wrapped in the guise of a moment that only those who have history can understand. I especially love the interaction with the man at then end. I would have such a hard time not giggling.

    • I especially love the interaction with the man at then end. I would have such a hard time not giggling.

      Thank you. :) Actually, I had no thought of giggling. For whatever reason, it seemed more important to let the man know that I wasn’t the type to make J carry my purse (not that there’s anything wrong with that — it’s just not my style). It’s surprising what things are important in a particular moment… which is related to your point, I think. You said it much better than I could have. Thanks for the comment. :)

      jm po

  13. Hi,

    A very nice bit to keep the D/s energy going even on a typical day.

    Best,

    scott
    Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse

  14. Vegetables are for subs! Dommes are carnivores! ;)

  15. You have a wonderful turn of phrase

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