The difference between a Sir and a boyfriend

Many people wonder what draws one to the choice of distinguishing the difference between a Sir or boyfriend. There have been many times when I myself have had a hard time distinguishing the lines: as there are a lot of lines that blur while considering a D/s or M/s relationship. I’ve even had a few people tell me that there is not a need to classify who you are. You can simply be you while having freaky sex. And while I do agree with this, I’ve found – and this is my opinion – that when the roles are not defined, many times messages get mixed. Feelings twisted. And the heart breaks. However, they all are relationships, and yes, many D/s M/s relationships don’t work out either. Though, it’s rarely because the two individuals didn’t understand the mixed messages that they were sending each other. The distinct clarity of who is who in the relationship brings a measure of order.

At another time I will discuss the emotional need for a pecking order and how out of balance society has become by their blatant ignoring of this balance. But for now I will say that we all have a desire to know our place.

In the boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, from my experience – there is an equal partnership that really has no definition of who wears the pants. I’ll give you an example. While talking to my brother recently, he expressed to me his anguish over his wife’s direction in life. How she seemed to still want a party life but they now have a beautiful child. I asked him how she would react if he told her that they needed to move away from that lifestyle. He related that she would lash out and party even more because, ‘no one can hold her down.’ To which I replied and asked if it would be good for the family for her to cut back. He nodded and agreed that it would, but when I pressed the issue of who is the ‘head’ of the house; he stated just as plain as day, ‘we both have a leg in the family pants.’

In a Dominate submissive relationship one person takes the lead. Both of his or her legs are in the pants, there is no way the direction can be split. The Dominate – whether male or female – is taking on the role of protector, decision maker, and the responsibilities that that entails. While the other, the submissive – being liberated from that responsibility – can grow and blossom into the person that they truly are.

When these roles are clearly defined, life is simpler. The relationship is still a relationship; much like regular boyfriend/girlfriend interactions. However, the bottom line is this: when the submissive trusts the Dominate his decisions are final. And while sex is not always a part of a D/s relationship, there are still ways of proving your obedience to a Sir. Whether that is in an exhibitionist manner or a private affair – these demonstrations are wherein the fun lies.

Respect: For Dom/sub relations it's a 2 way street

I think I need to preference this with the fact that even though I am a sub, I am picky – very picky. Now it’s not just Doms, I am picky with whom I allow in my life and whom I think is worthy of my company. This may seem I don’t know self-righteous for a submissive, however before I found out that this lifestyle was my calling, I was a little careless with my choices. And thus become pickier.

Contention point one; I do not read messages that start with, 'ur so h0t!' While yes the person behind this particular faux pas may be an intelligent human, brilliant even – but that does not excuse simple grammar etiquette. I don’t know of any woman who swoons at reprehensible word choices whether spoken or written.

Contention point two; if you as a Dom expect me to respect you, why would I -- a submissive, who has no idea who you are or what you are like -- expect to be treated with anything less than a mutual respect? You have to prove that you are my superior. It is not something that is just given to you. With that, it must also be noted – if you ask me, ‘have you read my profile,’ you better reply that you enjoyed reading mine.

Now, with that water under the bridge, I find myself amused by a conversation started on Fetlife with me. I won’t mention the name, because let’s face it, we all would Google it. But it started out ever so friendly, he wanted to network. Hey, I’m all about networking; I have a strong social network of Doms/subs, of work colleagues and friends. Not all of them know of my submissive side, nor would they ever expect it so likewise I am on guard with those who wish to enter my network. His reply -- as you may have guessed -- was to the tune of, 'have you read my profile.'

I had.

Oh his profile was a very long drawn out 1,600 word explanation of his perfect submissive/slave. I hit some of the marks, but only a handful. Which is why when he asked if I wanted to network, stupid me – I thought it was for something more than what he had written. After all the end of his 'essay' stated;

"If you reply to this ad and fail to get a response, it’s most likely because you didn’t send a well thought out response, as well as a picture (i.e. or, the promise of a picture later, and, in the meantime, a vivid description of yourself). Your first reply is vital to whether you will get a response as I only consider positive energy."

And so I replied in as well thought out response as I could:

I did however; it looks like you are looking for a sub. And while yes, I am a sub -- I have a Sir as noted on my profile.

I am not a manic, pixie dream girl you describe. I have curves, beautiful lovely curves, which includes my pert wonderful 38DD's. And interestingly enough, this morning at 3AM I woke to my Sir, asking me to cum for him over the phone. He was out of town for Thanksgiving which I -- of course -- gladly did.

Then too there are your descriptions of her oral fixations. Holding her there only several minutes after cumming? I gladly offer my mouth for Sir's pleasure whether that is for a quick fuck or a night’s sleep with him planted firmly in it.
As for my Sir, I do have that animalistic desire for him. Even though my in the community I have a high profile if he asked it, I would get on my knees and suck him until he was pleased. No matter what the situation -- I am here to please him.
Sir enjoys my career, enjoys my independence and the subsequent relinquishment of my power to him. I'm very glad that he pushes me in the directions that he thinks is best for me.

My actions in public can only be described as sophisticated. I am 5'8" and Sir is 6'3" so per his wishes I tend to always be in 4" high heels. I am poised, confident and always conscious of my Sir's needs when with him. The community thinks of me as the local Lifestyle Guru, so yes I am well spoken and respected.

With that said, I ask if you've read my profile. If you understand that I am a writer by profession. I am an established writer -- as in that is my career. I am in a D/s relationship, and I'm devoted to my Sir. So, I ask once more -- what are you looking to network for?

Now I do understand that you are really only getting half of the conversation, and if you are a member of fetlife I’ll gladly give you a link to the awesome that is his profile. And as a sidenote, he still has not responded. So I’m sorry to say that my response was clearly not as creative as he deemed worthy.

Look at the Garden

Plants that are beautiful can have underlying venom that kills a bit of you every time you touch them.

My on again off again relationship with the D/s community was slowly but surely growing into a fling. I found myself interacting more and more with a few Doms that understood that I was still just entering into this world. However, the first actual, consensual D/s relationship was not with one of these ‘respectful’ Doms. It was with a very hot man that I found so attractive that I wanted to basically do anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. That was my downfall.

You see any true Dom will tell you that they are the protection between a sub and their downfalls. They push when necessary but never when it is unsafe for the little sub’s physical or mental health. This was not the case for the Master I had chosen.

While at home things were fine - I did the things that he asked, with pleasure. Posed in the positions he wanted, used the word cunt to myself rather than my preferred word of choice, pussy. He used me over the phone as he saw fit, and I was happy to do all of this. However, when I was grocery shopping, he wanted me to call myself slut, cunt, and a variety of other things while on the phone with him. It was not because he wanted to push me, it was simply because he wanted me to feel the embarrassment and the public humiliation. He would wait until I was checking out and have me say these things.

I’ll be the first to tell you that there is public humiliation, and then there is PUBLIC HUMILIATION. As a Dom, there is a difference between public humiliations when you are with your sub and just public humiliation. In this instance it was simply for him to ‘knock me down’. As I’ve stated before, I have a public persona that is much different than my private life. However, when I am with (as in the presence of) my Master/Sir, I am much more willing to have public humiliation done. He would know the situation, the players and the outcome – then deem it worthy or not of play.

I may just be a different bread of submissive, but I have a hard time swallowing things that are done just for the purity to knock a person down. In my own experiences I have found that those women or men that are strong willed in life understand what they are giving up when they submit. It has always made for a more attractive submission when used correctly.

When public humiliation is used as a way to break a person into submission I personally feel it is wrong. Though, I let it continue for a while because, at the time, I thought that was what submission was. In me was the need to submit, but at this time, there was a gut feeling that told me it was wrong. So I ran. Looking back I realized that this was the right thing to do. If I were to still be in that relationship, all my public contacts and responsibilities would be nonexistent. And like some poor subs that I know of, I would be completely monetarily reliant on my Master/Sir something any sub or slave should never be.

-niccy

My Current Sir

I do apologize for jumping ahead a bit, but I needed to talk about my current owner. While he has yet to formally collar me, I feel that He owns me. Surely most subs feel the same way when they are undergoing a new relationship. See about four months ago I started talking to my current Sir. After talking for a few weeks I approached Him with a problem, an old Dom that I was working with had abandoned me. It was not expected, in fact it crushed me because we had really been getting along. He was training me and molding me to become his. And I had already found myself looking at him as if he was going to be a long term Dom. When he cut me off, abandoning me to the other men who took it on themselves to use me because of the void I was feeling, well I fell hard. After sorting out the after mass I started talking to two Doms, one from the UK and one from San Francisco. Both were very similar in styles and suited my kinks very well. However, San Francisco was much closer than the UK. After much thought I decided to go ahead and try to make it work with the San Francisco Dom. After all he helped me to stop the Dom from above from trying to rekindle a relationship that was clearly toxic. At that point he told me that He was training me. I smiled so broadly because, I realized that I really wanted to be trained by him!

Sir surprised me in many ways. At first it was the simple gestures as a woman that I appreciated. He listened to my wishes. What I can, can’t, and will not do in certain places. How the need to be discreet -- since my current profession was somewhat in the public eye -- was important. Yes, many may think well this is of course how a Dom should act. However, during my period of self-loss, there were a few that had used me more publicly than I wished. I know I should have been more careful but I just wanted to obey my Sir’s wishes at that time. Growing a bit I’ve realized that no matter how much I want to obey, I cannot be detrimental to myself mentally or at the cost of my job security. I told this to my Sir and he agreed with me. Since then we have grown closer. It’s an odd thing to know so surely that you want to serve someone.

So beyond the glowing recommendation that I’ve obviously just given I must continue. You see, the last couple of days (almost a week) we’ve been missing each other. Both of us have had very busy days because of jobs and such. Full schedules are either the death or a strengthening test of any relationship. However, the last time we spoke -- once we were done and ready to go to bed -- He told me to sleep that night, on the floor next to my bed as if He were there. Of course He told me to have a comforter and pillows but still, the fact was that He was asking me to sleep on the floor, next to my expensive very comfortable bed. I didn’t think twice about it. It made me realize that I really do like, dare I say love His training.

For the last three days I’ve slept on the floor wishing I could have spoken to him at some point through the day. And somehow I think once I talk to him; on the days we are not able to talk He will have me sleeping next to him, on the floor.

Regards,
niccy

Drink Me: Actualization of a Submissive

It wasn’t until my first real D/s experience did I realize what this world could unleash for me. Yes, I understand that it sounds completely self-centered, however, we all only journey down a path if we think it will somehow be beneficial to us. Though at first I didn’t know it was a D/s experience. You see I had been chatting for some time online with a married man. As a budding writer I found chatting with men helped me to practice my writing as well as have a bit of fun. On a good day I could make whomever I was chatting with cum, just by my text. Words ring in my ear; words someone had told me in college, ‘you would make a very good dominatrix.’ I remember him telling me that, I paused and considered it. How much fun I could have if I were a dominatrix. So naturally when I first started down this journey my online presence drew, well it drew many men who were submissive.

The man that had become my constant contact on Yahoo – my play buddy – had a trip coming up. He was going to be in LA which meant that after many heated chats we decided to meet. It was then – when he tied my hands down and fucked my tits – did I realize that this loss of control made my body crave him even more. All of the sudden I wanted him to cum on my face. I wanted him to use me. And really I had no idea why other than those thoughts were making my pussy drench with anticipation. That day/night, I orgasmed more than I had ever before; only there was nothing that touched my vagina’s lips. He worked me with the expertise of a neurosurgeon. That was the point when I truly knew that I needed to submit to a Master.

Of course growing up I realize I was drawn to strong men, as previously mentioned in an earlier post. But I didn’t realize the men that I honestly care for in my life. The ones that I have kept in contact for so many years now, are all Doms of some sort. Looking back now, I understand that I have slowly but surely taken steps that have brought me to this point. However, that experience of submitting to someone, being helpless and used, it made me more liberated than I had ever felt while dominating the other areas in my life. For this, I can see myself being forced to loose control, to thank someone for making me cum.

Finally I understood that I was ready to enter into this world filled with giants; where I felt so small. I drank the bottle and shrunk down to enter into that narrow door. Only now I found myself in a seemingly beautiful world, which had a strong underlying possibility of personal failure. A world of varying flowers and plants that were both toxic and truly beautiful. Yet amongst these choices, there were those whom I gravitated. They helped me decipher what and whom I could trust. Still, to this day I am grateful to those who helped me out of toxic D/s relationships and help to heal wounds that I thought would never heal.

Regards,
niccy

This sub's Psyche

There are many people telling me this path is degrading to women, that it sells women short of their full potential. I’ve heard that it will hold me back as a person. However, I'm finding so far it is pushing me to know my limits and to push through those limits. To trust someone completely with even the most sensitive of matters. Is it a relationship? Is it just sex? Anyone in the community will tell you that it is much more.

It’s interesting -- to some people, all they see is the kink. They don’t understand the underlying psychology behind it. Or that there is a certain spirituality to it as well. All they see is the practice of bondage, the acts of dominance over one's lover, mate, man or woman. While yes, these are things that are apart of the appeal, and usually the first things that draw people into the world of D/s or M/s the people who end up in the community, who seek out a sub, a Dom, Master or slave, these people are intelligent, successful, and confident in every aspect of their life. Most successful men and women are born leaders, born dominant. There is no denying their swagger, the pull they have over people around them. And then there are those that are strong because they have to be, they have to live in a harsh reality; you need to fend for yourself. These ones while they do well -- usually -- are the ones that appreciate it more when they give themselves into servitude. When given the option, they will enter a D/s relationship whether they know it or not. Some women get married; some men join the army, in whatever the case they will find an outlet that allows them to ‘let their hair down’ to let their mind be released from the worries of the day.

In my case, I have searched for strong men all my life. Though, the men that I tended to find were not dominant in the way the D/s M/s community respects or even acknowledges. I found myself walking down a dangerous path looking for someone who could handle me, this fierce woman who ate most men for breakfast. Though, I was looking for the wrong type of handling. I thought someone who was harsh, that was verbally abusive was what I needed. Down that road I traveled, but I found that love was rarely in the equation. That as much as the sex was exciting, wonderful, and on occasion awesome, I could not see myself in a committed relationship. I could not be faithful, obedient to them because I did not respect them. And while yes, I understand that those reading this might think that it’s a bit hokey, but my thought process is needed for you to understand why I’ve chosen this submissive path.

I stumbled into the kink first. Looking into ways of controlling myself. If someone could control my body, it’s possible that they could control me.

The Internet is a menagerie of depravity and at first many things did not sit well with me. I couldn’t understand why women would allow themselves to be tied and forced to cum over and over again. Or even forced to sit on the edge of orgasm, while thanking their tormentors. Surely this is only meant to be viewed by men. And then it hit me -- an epiphany -- these ‘tormentors’ are in complete control. They are not yelling, they are not abusive; they are staying within the agreed limits. Yet they have complete control over their women and men.

I blinked, was I reading too much into this? Was my psyche over analyzing the simple act of Domination? I wanted to know more. I wanted to understand why they would allow this to be done to them. I had to go down deeper into the rabbit hole.

Regards,
niccy

In the Begining There Was a Hole

I’ve started this blog as a way to let out some of my thoughts about my relationships. You see I am a sub. And while you will find that grammatically I do not adhere to the ‘i’ rule, I am a sub. The only reason why I do not adhere to that rule is not because I think that I’m greater than my Sir, or that I deserve to be capitalized. It is simply because I’m a writer by profession because of this I cannot let my everyday writing -- which I am paid for -- be influenced by my sub life. The two are hard enough to distinguish at times but some grammar rules are looked down on when I slip into them during my manuscript writing. My sub life is Sir’s, and I understand that completely. Thankfully he understands that as well.

I guess I should start by saying that I’m venturing down that rabbit hole that runs deeply through the roots of life. While I never thought that this would be the path I was to take in life, it is the path I’ve chosen. Some people claim that you do not choose to be a sub you either are or are not which in my case is only a half truth. You see, I am a very strong, very independent woman who over the course of her life has realized that there is a balance that we all must have. The more successful you are, the more you must release that power in order to relax. While I do not claim to be successful in anything other than the fact that I am relatively young, live on my own, and have a well paying job that allows me to live comfortably, not extravagantly – but comfortably. I have found that with the stressors of everyday, I find it more peaceful to come home and serve. To know that my Sir has my well being in mind and wants me to be successful in all areas of my life, this gives me true happiness.

Yes, some people might look at me and my Sir thinking, that we are perfectly normal, which we are. We enjoy each other, we are outgoing and easily liked by everyone, some would even think that we have a perfect relationship. What they don’t realize is the fact that I know, and understand my place. I know that He is greater than I and superior in all aspects even when admitting He doesn’t know the answer to a question. Knowing this may seem backwards in a society overwritten by equality, however this works. And knowing that I am giving up my equality for my Sir makes Him even more special to me.

I’ve had lovers, boyfriends, and fiancés but nothing compares to the love I want to give to my Sir. The obedience to Him I crave or the acts I wish to do for Him. To make Him happy is really my only goal. My own personal success is a credit to His guidance and for this; I wish only to make His heart rejoice. So please -- if you will -- follow me down the rabbit hole and see the decent into a life of chosen servitude.

Regards,
niccy