Us

In an earlier post, I wrote about how I came to call Sir, well, Sir. I also mentioned that I even call Sir as such in front of his kids. One time a few months ago, I called him Sir in front of his daughters, and the one giggled and said, “Cat, why do you call daddy Sir?”

I was momentarily flustered and unsure of how I should answer, but then I said that it was a respect thing. No big deal. They still sometimes giggle when they hear me call him that, but I don’t mind.

The more complicated questions come from Sir’s sons, who have actually seen some of our implements. We make no effort to hide them. What’s the point? The kids aren’t even really supposed to come into our room at all, much less start messing with stuff, so if they see something they shouldn’t, that’s their fault, not ours. The funny thing is that Sir’s youngest son actually assumed at first that I would use one of our floggers on Sir, rather than the other way around.

This goes back to the whole thing about how some people would believe that I’m dominant, rather than submissive. I’m outgoing and I have a strong personality, and I’m also opinionated and passionate about the things I believe in. Of course people would think I’m dominant.

Tonight one of Sir’s other sons (I did mention that he has three sons, right? The one I’m speaking of is the middle son, who is 14) told me about how when his dad and I first started talking, he happened to see a text in which Sir asked me what I was up to, and I answered that I was contemplating smoking a bowl. His first thought was that I would be tattooed and pierced everywhere, and he was shocked at how “normal” I seem to be. I actually don’t have any tattoos at all (though Sir and I are talking about getting tattoos to symbolize our relationship at some point), and I only have two holes in each ear. And then Sir’s son brought up when he first saw the flogger.

I’m sure my face must have turned completely red, because both boys started cracking up, while I sat there saying that I had no idea what they were talking about, their dad and I don’t have anything like that, no never. No way.

I’m probably a little less embarrassed than I should be, and by a little, I mean a lot. Honestly, although they’re too young to know everything, I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like they don’t know anything at all about sex, and I make no attempt to hide what Sir is to me, since I call him Sir even in front of them, and when he asks me to do something I do it immediately. Usually.

I say usually because sometimes I do feel like Sir asks too much of me, like asking that when I do the laundry, it should all be folded and put away the same day that it’s all washed. The problem with that is that I usually am doing at least two loads at once, and sometimes as many as four. Most people, when they do laundry, do one load at a time. In a lot of ways that makes it easier, because then one can just fold the one load when it comes out of the dryer, before the other load even finishes washing. Folding one load at a time? No big deal. Folding four in the same time period? Exhausting. I usually take about 24-48 hours to get it all done. Sometimes longer, I’m not going to lie. Good thing Sir is patient and understanding, because I’m not always going to be able to get everything done.

Anyway, I digress. I just don’t see any point in hiding our lifestyle from anyone. I don’t care what they think (though I’m not exactly having crazy long conversations about BDSM with certain teenage boys), and if they really have trouble understanding it, I’m happy to explain, without going into too much detail. I don’t tell too many people that I sometimes am punished with a belt, or that we keep our ropes on the bed because there’s not much point to removing them, or that Sir has made me have more orgasms than should be possible for any human being. What I will tell them is that yes, I do whatever Sir tells me to do (usually) and I give him whatever he wants sexually (always always always), and he does call most of the shots in our relationship and our life together (while still listening to me and valuing my input).

I think Sir’s kids accept the less (for lack of a better word) “normal” aspects of our relationship because the rest is so typical of other non-TPE type relationships. We bicker and play and tease, and sometimes we’ll stop whatever we’re doing to hug and kiss each other. I love that about us. Right now, the girls have been in bed for nearly three hours, while the boys have both nodded off on the couch, and Sir is sitting next to me watching one of his shows on the History Channel. I’ve said before that we really do have a pretty “normal” relationship, there’s just an edge to it, and this very moment is a perfect example of that.

Anyway, I’ve got a migraine coming on, I’m out of cannabis (again) and feeling very uninspired, and this is really all I’ve got. Plus I work tomorrow (yay!) so I’m a little distracted figuring out what I’m going to wear and wondering how it’s going to go. So far I love my job! Of course, this is only going to be my sixth shift, so maybe I should be asked again a few months from now.

Okay, I’m done. Thanks as always for reading!