Again, I am fortunate enough to have been given permission to repost a scene report that I originally found on Usenet, this time on soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm.femdom
I found this post to be poignant and just utterly beautiful.
A quiet but fulfilling day for the (m).
I usually describe Mrs. Thorney, age 75+, as my wife of many years, my toy, and an exquisite submissive. And I say that I have submissive as well as dominant urges, but that we play out my dominant ones more explicitly because she isn't interested in explicitly playing the dominant role. Yesterday I had a wonderful day of being submissive, well, er..., it wasn't necessarily the way it is played out in some stories in ssbb-femdom, but the self-understanding I had was so informed by discussions in this context (Miss Abernathy in particular) that it deserves recounting. I crosspost to ssbb since friends there like to follow our activities.
Mrs. Thorney had a lumpectomy for breast cancer awhile back, and is in the last week of having daily radiation doses to help prevent recurrence (She is rashy, sunburned, sensitive, uncomfortable, tired, and as loving as ever). And while she isn't needing chemotherapy -- the cancer was apparently confined to milk ducts and they got a clear margin -- she is trying assorted drugs as they try to find out, e.g., what will prevent hot flashes now that she is off hormones. Apparently as a consequence of one of those drugs (tapering off Megace?) she has been, for over a week, having a very copious period (rather an indignity at 75+, as well as a general nuisance) which means the doctors wanted an endometrial biopsy.
So she had two appointments, she said on Wednesday morning -- the gynecologist downtown at 2 pm, and the radiation treatment at 3:30, eight miles away. I said, ‘you'll never make the second in time'. She said, ‘the first will be quick, and even if it isn't, they can always work me in later at the radiologist. They often run late anyway.' I said, ‘doctors can be very slow. And you don't want the radiation to run over into another week.' She said, ‘I'm sure it will be ok.' I said, ‘I'm going to pull rank. You are good at being absolutely obedient. I insist you at least call the radiologist's office and ask if they should work you in before noon.' ‘Yes, Master', she said giggling, ‘I be absolutely obedient, whenever I want to be. OK, I'll call.' [Principle I learned from the newsgroup: if something is inevitable, even if unpleasant or irrelevant to the usual play together, try to cheer things up by working it into the D/s dynamic.]
The radiologist had he come in at 9:30 am and she was back later in the morning. As 2 p.m. approached she said, ‘I feel silly asking, but would you come to the gynecologist with me?' I said, ‘There's a seminar on campus I really ought to go to, at 4 o'clock.' [I'm retired but still interested in professional matters]. She said, ‘I bet it will be done in time for your seminar, but I'm nervous about the weather, and I guess I'm a little tired and frustrated over my having a period and stuff. I'd really like to have you with me.' I said, ‘We love being together, and your health outranks my seminar. I'll come with you. I like being yours, you know.'
We drove downtown. Do I really need to tell anyone that the 2 pm doctor's appointment stretched out for four hours? Her regular man wasn't in, the replacement brought in med students, they were so fascinated by her medical / sexual history that the interview went on forever, they couldn't find a long enough speculum, etc. So I was stranded waiting (of course they separated us, quite unnecessarily, for most of the time) for four hours, missing my seminar and long running out of interest in the things I'd brought along to read.
She was very appreciative when she came out and I drove her home, and apologetic about keeping me waiting so long when she could have driven herself, and about making me miss my seminar. And I was in love, warm and loved, and feeling very good about the day. How could I feel so good about it, she asked? Well, I said, and started to talk about the newsgroups (which she is still very squeamish about -- she really can't understand the interest in talking about whips and tying up and flogging and punishment). I recalled a discussion in which someone said something like ‘My Lady doesn't really like to give orders. The goal is, if she is cold, she should turn around and find me holding her sweater.' And people have talked about the gift of time, giving one's time to one's owner. People have even talked about the male sub wanting to be relieved of decisions, relieved of anxiety, just told what to do or told to wait quietly, not having to think, just giving obedience by the act of waiting and being available.
I felt good in the morning (insisting she move the radiology appointment ) because I was caring for her, doing something for her by helping her deal with something she found difficult (deciding to reschedule). And I felt exceptionally good in the afternoon, and exceptionally submissive, and exceptionally warm and comfortable, because I was giving her my time, giving her my presence, being there and being available and being reassuring and being undemanding, even at the cost of not doing something I'd wanted to instead.
And if the kiss when we got home was accompanied by her saying ‘Thank you, Master' instead of my saying something submissive, this did not reduce my satisfaction in having been a good submissive one bit. (Well, actually, when she said ‘Thank you, Master', I said ‘Well, you know, I like having you for my property, but I like being your property, too. I love you.')
Thorney
thanks to Thorney for permission to quote his post
This "scene report" just about brought tears to my eyes. It's not about domination & submission, not about sadomasochism, not about whips and chains.
It's about simple service.
And love.
When I wrote to ask Thorney's permission to post this, he sent me a link to his blog. I highly, highly recommend it.
If you can read about how when Mrs. Thorney was hurt and could not be touched above the knee, he managed to develop a foot fetish, without tears welling up in your eyes, you're just heartless!
I also found his descent into being a nude gardener quite hot.
Yes, I realize they're not young, hot college hardbodies, but older retired folks. Frankly, that is at least part of what made it hot. Two people, remaining hot for each other and loving each other into the golden years, kinks and all.
If Talia and I remain half as happy and devoted as Thorney and his wife, I shall be content.
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