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A Reset to Remember – a TBT post ….

As I have mentioned before, I have another blog that chronicles our year and a half foray into the world of Domestic Discipline (the foundation of which remains in play today in our present day agreement). When we decided to experiment with DD in order to move from BDSM ‘bedroom only’ activities into a 7×24 relationship, we put aside much of our BDSM play … rules, spankings of many types, corner time and other such DD practices became our focus.

I am one of the many people who get SADS. We live in a part of the world that turns dark and dreary in the winter months which means I am always happy to see signs of Spring and with it the mood altering warming and increase in daylight. This past year our most significant reset happened right at the time of year when the clocks moved ahead into Spring – significant because it made us realize how much we missed having BDSM in our life. I posted about that reset in my old blog.

And now here we are again, as of last weekend, ‘Falling Back’ into winter (hopefully for the last time as there is a change afoot in western Canada in regards to the semi annual changing of time). Going through the time change weekend, and at the same time seeing the Tell Me About ‘Resets’ prompt, I was reminded of the March event and decided, since it was such a pivotal time for us, I would replay it here as a ‘Throwback Thursday’ post and link it to the TMA prompt.


A Reset … of clocks and me …

My ‘feeling sorry for myself’ post and the often annoying semi annual time change, both happened this past weekend.

Sunday night I was still in a funk and marched myself off to bed early, only to awaken around 2:30 AM (my long time insomnia issue has finally abated so thankfully this is no longer a regular occurrence). I laid there for an hour, gave up, opened my ipad, futzed around online for 30 mins or so, gave sleep another go, only to not succeed and consequently, do a rinse and repeat until nearly 6 AM.

After finally falling back to sleep I was awoken by Frank leaping out of bed with a, “crap!, it’s 8:30 – chickens needed to be let out” and then him asking me why I’d let him sleep in, not realizing I was still asleep (I’m usually the first awake). By the time he was out at the hen house he realized that there is no clock reset for the chickens and they were wondering why he was getting them up a half hour early … haha! … the life of a chicken farmer.

It was just as well we awoke when we did as I now had to hurry and take myself to town to exercise class. Although I wasn’t in a bad mood when I got home, I was in a quiet, introspective mood. I silently ate my breakfast, Frank reading at the table with me. Finally, after I was finished eating, he reached his hand out and took mine …

“How are you doing today?”

“I’m ok”

“You seemed a little cranky this morning – sorry, I didn’t realize you hadn’t slept”

“I didn’t mean to be cranky – I was just tired”

He lifted my chin to look at him and instructed …

“Go take your pants off and lay over the bed”

I sighed – but he gave me his “I mean business, no nonsense” look, so I complied.

A few minutes later he joined me in the bedroom and proceeded to take off the rest of my clothes. Without a word, he began spanking – 10 sharp spanks – 5 on each cheek. Then he pulled me up, pulled the bedclothes back and motioned for me to get into the bed. Pulling the covers up and around me, tucking them in, he said …

“I want you to stay in bed and get some rest” … he kissed me and then left, closing the door behind him. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

I woke up not knowing how long I’d slept but was feeling much more refreshed. I debated with myself if I should just get up and get dressed or if should I ask permission … I decided to ask … opening the door a crack, peeking out …

“Ok if I get up now?”

“Nooo … get back to bed” was the response … however, I had to make a slight detour on my way back to bed, which meant I was coming out of the bathroom when he came to the bedroom. Leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, arms crossed, he asked …

“Why are you up? … it’s only been 30 minutes”

Laughing, I replied … “I had to pee … but really, I feel like I’ve slept much longer”

“Well back to bed you go … ”

I climbed back into bed, expecting him to tuck me back in again but he climbed in behind me. Turning me around so he was up against my back, he pulled me into him, lying quietly for a few minutes. Then he nuzzled into my neck, whispering …

“I want to play with you” …

So just some clarification … for us ‘play’ doesn’t mean ‘play’ in the fun, horsing around sense … to us it has a much more serious connotation. This was Frank telling me he wanted a D/s session – something we had not had for quite a long while. It was Frank asking for my consent to proceed … and I gave it …

Out came the floggers, nipple cups, dildo, and a couple of my favourite vibrators. Twenty years ago, leather cuffs, ropes and ties were very exciting. Nowadays, there is no longer much need or want for physical bondage … we have what I think of as mind bondage. When Franks instructs me as to what position he wants me in and tells me to stay there or else … I do as I am told …

It was a amazingly hot, early afternoon interlude! … and exactly the reset I needed … I may not be a spankophile … but rest assured, I am definitely an old kinkster!

And today I feel like me again … the blues gone … my head back in the game …


…. and we’ve never looked back since, transitioning over the following few months, to a 7×24 D/s lifestyle. However, we still consider our DD experiment a success because it gave us a foundation on which to build this D/s life …
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