Today has been a better day emotionally. i’ve come to terms with the fact that Taylor has to have the surgery. It is not an option. i know that yesterday was just a difficult day for Master and i. i also need to realize that all this is new for Master.
i’ve had 18 years of dealing with the emotions of having a medically fragile child. Master has only had 2 years. Actually, he’s even had less than that, because Taylor’s health didn’t start going downhill until last year. i really need to be more aware and understanding of that. Master is my rock and even though i’m his slave, i can be there for him as well. In this situation, i have the experience. i need for him to know that he can lean on me as well.
Master leaning on his slave in this case doesn’t not take away from his dominance in any way, shape, or form. While we are always Master and slave, our relationship goes deeper than that. Master has said that he will never release me, so having said that, it would seem that we will be together for many years to come. So, i’m guessing at some point, we might reach an age where the intense BDSM play gives way to just the mental aspects of the Master/slave relationship. That means that we will need to have a foundation other than BDSM for our relationship.
Okay, so i meant to just write a paragraph about the above, but somehow it seemed to grow. *smiles* Besides, the surgery may be a moot point. Taylor has decided to forgot what a “normal” amount of toilet paper is. She’s taking a bath tonight and i hear her flush the toilet. A minute later i hear this strange sound coming from the bathroom. It sounds like dripping water. So, i get up and go in the bathroom and look. All i see is water running over the sides of the toilet. Taylor looks at it and says, “uh oh!” and then steps back in the bathtub and pulls the shower curtain shut.
i’m sure at some point, that might have been cute, but not at that particular moment. i had to wade through the water on the floor to turn off the water going to the toilet. Then i had to reach down, into the toilet with my hand, and grab the huge wad of toilet paper clogging it up. *gross* i’m pretty sure i washed my hands several times. i guess this is just a reminder of the fact that i have a 6 foot tall toddler.
i’ve had 18 years of dealing with the emotions of having a medically fragile child. Master has only had 2 years. Actually, he’s even had less than that, because Taylor’s health didn’t start going downhill until last year. i really need to be more aware and understanding of that. Master is my rock and even though i’m his slave, i can be there for him as well. In this situation, i have the experience. i need for him to know that he can lean on me as well.
Master leaning on his slave in this case doesn’t not take away from his dominance in any way, shape, or form. While we are always Master and slave, our relationship goes deeper than that. Master has said that he will never release me, so having said that, it would seem that we will be together for many years to come. So, i’m guessing at some point, we might reach an age where the intense BDSM play gives way to just the mental aspects of the Master/slave relationship. That means that we will need to have a foundation other than BDSM for our relationship.
Okay, so i meant to just write a paragraph about the above, but somehow it seemed to grow. *smiles* Besides, the surgery may be a moot point. Taylor has decided to forgot what a “normal” amount of toilet paper is. She’s taking a bath tonight and i hear her flush the toilet. A minute later i hear this strange sound coming from the bathroom. It sounds like dripping water. So, i get up and go in the bathroom and look. All i see is water running over the sides of the toilet. Taylor looks at it and says, “uh oh!” and then steps back in the bathtub and pulls the shower curtain shut.
i’m sure at some point, that might have been cute, but not at that particular moment. i had to wade through the water on the floor to turn off the water going to the toilet. Then i had to reach down, into the toilet with my hand, and grab the huge wad of toilet paper clogging it up. *gross* i’m pretty sure i washed my hands several times. i guess this is just a reminder of the fact that i have a 6 foot tall toddler.
2 comments:
I don't know whether to cry tears of sadness or hysteria... I am so glad I was not here, I would have died.
Taylor is so consistent and usually so anal about doing stuff the same every time.. then WACK.. she just decides to completely change something. Too bad it was using enough toliet paper for all of her high school class!
I have never had children, which is another thing that adds to the whole equation. It is all new and very stressful, and I hate it when Taylor's health takes a dive for the worse.
O well, on to the rest of the week, who knows what it will bring!
Master
sis. you in my opinion have a really good understanding of how a "healthy" M/s relationship is. BDSM is lot's of fun but i know from personal experiance and health dives on the part of Sir Geoffrey and this one that there has to be a much firmer foundation or how sould i put it?? And yes, this coming from the good Christian girl...totally screwed **smiles**
What you wrote about Taylors reactions to the whole toilet paper incident is hysterical...but then i'm on the other coast and didn't have to wade through the water and do the paper recovery.
BIG HUGS,
kathleen {SG}
Proud to be called doulos to
Jesus Christ and Sir Geoffrey
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