Hello all! I think I had mentioned before that Will’s and my relationship was a bit of a roller-coaster. There were a fair amount of ups and downs because of what we were both going through with our exes (going through our separations/divorces).

It was a lot, and I mean A LOT, of stress. However, even through all of that stress, we somehow managed to progress positively in our D/s relationship. We were always moving forward with it and wanted to go further and further with it as time went on.

In the beginning of our relationship, we only wanted to have the D/s part of it in the bedroom. Or at least, he did. I think I always wanted to have it out of the bedroom somewhat too, or at least try it. I didn’t tell him that in the beginning though because I’m the type of person to just go along with what the other person wants. I’m pretty easy-going that way.

One day, we got to talking about taking things further. I suppose he was enjoying his Dom role so much, that he wanted to take it out of the bedroom a bit. Not 24/7, but a bit.

I was immediately on board with this plan. Twist my rubber arm! Then he took it a step further. He wanted me to be a slave to him, instead of a sub. Umm, hmm, let me think about this for a sec….YES!

What did all of this mean? Well, it was a long discussion. I had several questions (I’m a very inquisitive person when something interests me…and this definitely interested me!).

Firstly, we talked about how this would not only be in the bedroom anymore. He wanted me to be in slave mode until he told me otherwise. Again, he did not want this all the time because he liked our boyfriend/girlfriend dynamic too much and didn’t want to give that part of us up, ever.

Taking this out of the bedroom and tying in the switching of my role from sub to slave kind of went hand in hand with each other. He wanted me to do things for him outside of the bedroom.

One example was that I had to bathe him and/or towel him off when he came out of the shower. Another was that I had to sit on the floor at his feet, not being allowed to touch him in any way, while we watched TV or a movie, until he decided that I was allowed on the couch beside him. I was also to ask permission before leaving the room (such as having to go to the bathroom, etc.). As well, I would have to crawl to the kitchen to get him a drink/food at times.

Another rule with my new slave role was that I did not have a safe word in the bedroom anymore. I never really needed to use it anyway so that wasn’t a big deal for me.

All of this new stuff was exciting for me, to say the least. Some people, maybe you included(?), would wonder why. Some may think it’s odd. Some may even think it’s bat shit crazy. I totally understand that. I can tell you that I’m not bat shit crazy. Aside from this part of my life, I’m a very normal person that had a very normal and loving upbringing.

So, why does this excite me so much? To be someone’s slave. To be elated that it’s more than just in the bedroom. I have thought and thought and THOUGHT about this throughout the years…and still do think about the whys.

I am not really sure why it excites me so much to be completely honest. I can only say that I think part of it, at least, is that I love pleasing the man I am with. I also love the feeling that he has a certain power over me. The slave part? Well, I love doing things for the man I’m with. It just makes me feel good. Maybe I was born in the wrong era!

I thrive very well being with a man/Dom who has a bit of a selfish side to him. I also love when he has a confidence so high that it’s borderline arrogant sometimes. And well, for him to be bossy, it’s just the cherry on top.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a pushover by any means. I’m a very strong and independent woman who doesn’t like relying on anyone. I have a certain pride about that. Probably too much pride.

I also know what I want, the type of man/Dom I want, and I don’t settle for less. I’m picky because I’m at that point in my life where I want to be with the man/Dom long term, as in forever. That’s the goal.

Getting back to Will’s and my new dynamic…it was going well. We both enjoyed the new experiences we were having with it, so neither of us wanted to go back to the way things were before. There was no doubt in either of our minds.

There was one thing he brought up one day though. He had this ultimate fantasy. He said that he had kind of tried it out briefly on this one woman he was with before me. He did not love her, and if I remember correctly, it was more of a casual thing with her. So, the feelings weren’t there with her like they were for me. There is a reason I’m mentioning this.

The fantasy was that he wanted to tie me up and treat me like a good-for-nothing slave. He said it would be bad though. Almost like a hate thing. He never really got into the details behind it because he said he had too much love for me to really be able to do it to me.

My thoughts? I wanted it. Badly. Why would you want that, right? Well, I was definitely curious about what he would do to me. I also love a good challenge. I love to push my limits and boundaries.

I begged him to consider doing it to me. He wouldn’t. He said maybe someday, but every time I would ask him, he refused. Then one day, he got outright mad at me for asking, so I never asked again.

Oh well, that’s life. You can’t have it all! That’s it for today, but in my next post, I will talk to you about Will’s and my next “upgrade” in our relationship. Something I never thought I’d consider! Until then…