At work Monday morning, chatting with the bros. Talking about our weekend adventures: Snowboarding, heading out to the hills to pick agates, having a beer with my buds.
With my old friends, it's just a couple beers, watching sports, talking about work, cars, past adventures, home improvement ideas, whether the Warriors have a chance this year (I don't think they do) or whether Kyle Larson will win more races this year (He's a great driver so, probably). Usual guy talk.
But behind closed doors, I'm... whatever She wants me to be. What happens behind closed doors between the two of us remains behind closed doors. It is our secret, our space to explore. I am Her toy, Her servant, Her lover, or whatever Her moods demand me to be. It is a safe space, that we share.
But what happens behind closed doors stays there, as what we share there, and the rolls we play, are our own. Nobody's buisness.
At work, my work shirt hides the marks of Her discipline, and perhaps She even hid a special device to exert control over me, in my jeans. I'm more easily controlled that way, she always says. I do grow envious of other men who are allowed to let it hang free. (or, I WANT to be ABLE to grow, so to speak!)
I'll never know what She tells Her friends. That's not up to me anyway. Though once, I saw one of her co-workers look at me strangely and then smile.
And so at our work break, I chat with my co-workers, talking about weekend adventures, snowboarding, heading out to the hills, and times with my buds.
And maybe I'll say that I got to spend some time with my wife/girlfriend- and leave it at that.
Anyway I haven't made any blog entries in a while but I just saw a thread about "The submissive personality" and thought I would share. That's about it, see ya.
