Grab your coronary drugs, guys, this is going to be brutal, no fake BDSM story, it’s the real hard thing, I promise!
Friday night means torture night for Sir. He dresses up in his superdomly leather pants, puts on his overmanly leather harness and wears his special and extremely martial Doc Martens boots. His freakingly masculine long beard of course freshly trimmed, his eyes filled with delight, pure sadism and masculinity.
Well-prepared like this and ready to give the most barbaric pain to his prey, he grabs his most harmful tool, slowly approaching the center of his attention. In utmost fear and well-knowing that I won’t be able to escape from this scenario, I close my eyes, I breathe in deeply and exhale slowly. Hell, yes, the time has come, but I’m ready, yes, I’m ready, Lord, I’m reaaaaaaaaady, and I know I’ll survive this, as I always survive it:
HE DOES THE IRONING ALL BY HIMSELF!
Sorry, guys, time to face it: M/s relationships are just regular relationships. Sir’s and mine isn’t very different from a vanilla one. Sir is a humanist. Sir is a feminist. I am a humanist. And I am a feminist. We tolerate each other, we accept each other and we are humble and decent human beings. I am not naked 24/7 and not tied up in heavy chains all day long.
Of course, we have our rules. Of course, I have to ask for certain things in a friendly way and sometimes, Sir says no, but most of the time, he says yes. Of course, I have to be obedient. And of course, Sir fucks or tortures me whenever he wants to (which is not necessarily in moments when I want to be fucked or tortured, too, but hey, it’s M/s, you know...).
Above all, Sir is a caring man, a loving brother, uncle, son, grandson - and stepfather. He is a rolemodel for his students as well as for my four kids. He is my solid rock, my greatest lover, my best fuck ever and a great kisser. He is my best friend, he listens to my whining and he looks after my finances, as I am honestly the most messy accountant when it comes to my own money, although my profession (and yes, I have a boring and very normal job, too, and don’t live the lifestyle 24/7, honestly, who does?) has to do with accounting.
I love you, my dear owner, even if you do all the laundry and ironing on your own in your favourite comfy house slippers. It’s good to be average, it’s great to be common people – as long as I can be it together with you, love of my life! <3
Yours,
pueppi
SOURCE: https://fetlife.com/users/1672310/posts/5517599