NoOneofConsequence(dom male){Taken}
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3 years ago •
Dec 13, 2020
3 years ago •
Dec 13, 2020
I was actually the last to know.
No. Seriously.
I've always been pretty much what you see is what you get. And while I don't believe in rubbing anyone's nose in stuff, or in telling secrets that aren't mine alone, I pretty much just did what I did, couldn't be bothered with any labels. And if someone asked a question, then I figured they were grown up enough to hear the answer.
However, my understanding of BDSM was skewed enough despite a collegiate course of study aimed at becoming a Marriage and Family Therapist with a Sex Therapy specialization that I didn't think of myself as into BDSM. My perceptions were skewed enough that whenever it was brought up in my hearing, I pretty much tuned out and moved on.
As far as I was concerned, I was normal. As were the lovely, lovely ladies who shared themselves with me.
No one ever told me I wasn't. Not for a long, long time.
And when I did eventually hit one that saw me as something other than normal, I figured that she was the one who was strange. And moved the fuck on without thinking twice.
I'd been married for a few years when Mom said something that brought me up short. It's been long enough that with my memory issues I can't remember exactly what it was, but it kind of hinted that I was... different. That my relationship with my wife was... strange.
It brought me up short. But, I eventually blew it off since I'd never so much as seen my parents kiss each other, much less me or my sister. And hugs were for special occasions. Hell, Mom had slept on the couch for five years before she kicked Dad out of the armed camp that was my childhood home. And her second marriage... sheesh. The less said about that abusive asswipe, the better. If she hadn't divorced him, most likely one of us would have gone to the morgue and the other to jail.
So, I actually had a loving relationship with my wife. Enough that we enjoyed demonstrating that love and commitment physically. And often. I figured Mom just wasn't sure what to make of it since she hadn't experienced one being a virtual street rat before they took her mother off to an asylum and an aunt and uncle took her into indentured servitude until she married for pretty much the sole purpose of escaping them.
Same for my sister.
And Love's son and daughter from her first sad marriage when she married an abusive ass far beneath her because she figured that was all she could manage "crippled and disfigured."
They just hadn't seen what a healthy relationship looked like is all it was.
The first time I really understood that there was something different about Love and I's relationship (other than actually being healthy and loving) had to do with another couple that hung around us.
I should mention here that I absolutely abhorred the terms "macho" and "Alpha." From everything I ever saw these were self-ascribed labels from little needle-dicks with more balls than brains. A way for little Napoleonic men to beat their own breast and say "look at me! Look at me!"
And one of the quickest ways to wind me up around that table on Friday and Saturday night was to call me one or the other. Much to the hilarity of the other three as I sputtered in outrage and went on to unleash a scathing wit on each in turn.
Then came the night the guy of the couple called me "Dom Daddy." And I almost dislocated his shoulder.
For the next three hours, no exaggeration, the wives tag-teamed me with laughing example after example to prove I was a Dom. (The guy was wise enough to sit and choke on his laughter until he was turning purple... with frequent trips outside to get some air.)
And my answer was, a more and more plaintive, "but, don't y'all do that too?"
They did.
She was his Domme. (Although, later it came out that I brought out a submissive side to her. But, that was much, much later.)
So, Monday, I'm at work. And one of my students that I was pretty close to (not like that!) comes up to me after class and asks if I'm alright. It was lunch break, so I had time. And like I say, we were pretty close. So, I told her that my wife and the other couple had been teasing me about being a BDSM Dom.
She paused and tilted her head with a little smile and said; "you mean you didn't know? I knew that the first day I was shown around the building and saw you."
I sent her on her way. There was just no point in talking to her. And I needed to eat something before my afternoon classes.
So, there I am sitting in the breakroom. And one of the other teachers, a dear friend, asked me what was wrong, that I was unusually quiet. So, I told her about being razzed by my wife and the other couple, and then the student feeding into it.
And they all burst out laughing!
The director, who happened to be there warming up his plate, asked me, "have you seen yourself? The only way you could be more obvious would be if you didn't take off your leather gear once you got to work and carried a bullwhip during your lectures."
Any road, I went off on a research binge to put all these little funny fuckers in their places...
**sigh**
Fine. So, I'm a Dom and Rigger with a subtle but vicious stripe of Sadism.
But, sometimes it still baffles me that there might be others like that one weird chick of my own experience that isn't into this on some level or another. At least the ones in a healthy, loving relationship.
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