As life develops we tend to progress with the relationships in our lives. Shedding acquaintances and the faux friends acquired through time. As we grow, we notice that the circle of true friendships become more about quality verses quantity. Life circumstances dictate the strong ties we build. Either we cherish them- or relationships become another cigarette butt thrown out the car window as we cruise through life on our own bumpy potholed road.
My husband, soul mate, life partner, best friend and yes my KING has opened my eyes to the wonderment of a TRUE relationship. A relationship of understanding, mutual respect, individuality, oneness and compromise. I love his approach to our marriage. Gentle, loving, open, supportive and protective. While we share the same creative mind, our individuality is always our own. Our goals always clear, known and mutual. Our own relationship has been such a strong foundation that many of the same principals transcend to every relationship I encounter. Friends, family even how I deal with various play partners in the scene.
In the recent years he’s opened himself up to learn more about BDSM/ KINK. He loves the beauty and art of the Lifestyle, yet participation isn’t in his grasp. His limited knowledge and experience has had him inquire more. He’s fascinated by many aspects and has done a bit of exploring of his own.
I recall attending a fetish event with him and being so excited he wanted to attend- that I missed the quick lesson in protocol and disclaimer I should have given prior to leaving the house. Long story short, he approached a collared slave and couldn’t understand WHY he was not responding to his very polite introduction and offer of a gentlemanly hand shake. After a few moments of proding the very well behaved slave who was being orderly and obedient- then steps out of his ’sub-space’ and leans over to my husband and courteously says: “Hey man I know you’re new, but I’m not allowed to talk to you. I’m NOT being rude. I just can’t.” Then the slave retreats and assumes the same position his Master left him in.
I caught the tail end of the conversation and saw the slave retreat. A wonderful way to handle the situation I thought and I appreciated the way he approached my husband. After explaining what just happened, my husband and I laughed and it has actually turned into a fond memory for us. Although what made me happy was my husband’s reaction. While we did find humor in the situation, I noticed that he felt embarrassed by his lack of knowledge and his non intended disrespect. He seeked out the slave’s Master and humbly apologized, acknowledging that there was not any intended disrespect by his earlier actions. He simply did not know. My husband did this on his own accord. The Master was kind and generous and welcomed my husband into the scene with a “No harm, No foul…thank you for respecting our protocol.” Most folks would of been intimidated, my husband was man enough to do the right thing.
As we’ve grown in our own personal relationship- he has come to the conclusion that he can appreciate the BDSM Lifestyle, but it is not one he practices. We share many of the same friends from my world and that both adore and love dearly. My husband allows me to be me and practice a Lifestyle independent of his own. I do keep the lines of communication open and the conversation always flowing. He knows all the toys I play with. The submissives I train and those I intend to collar. As he puts it: “Go ahead, do you…I appreciate what you do. I just can’t wrap my head around it.” He still attends fetish events with me and KNOWS who to approach now. lol Although he can’t ‘wrap his head around it’…I do notice how royally comfortable he is when I send my female toys to attend to him and sit at his feet. A King is a King. He IS MY KING and I’m a grateful Queen to share court with him.
xx
MLB
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