All Done In The Best Possible Taste

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Melody can be a right pain in the arse, she’s inherited a trait from the male side and made an art form of it.

Ever since my first forays in to a D/s relationship, even just online, I’ve found that the deeper I go, the more I recognise the deep imperatives to submit, the more there’s an element to push back with smart remarks, flippancy and tweaking of noses.  It’s some deep-seated need to say that although I love the depths of control, I am still an independent person.  You might say that it’s a bit like the way that Jeeves punctures Bertie’s aura without being rude or demeaning.  I like the word play, a way to let a semblance of intelligence shine through from both sides.  And I especially love the wit of the domme to respond in kind with word play, especially when it’s all too easy to issue a metaphorical or real slap down.

The independence thing turns out to be important, it says that I choose to be a sub – no matter how deeply I am snared – I am not a slave.  I still make my own decisions, even if done with a certain deference or consideration.  To no longer be able to be impish, even bratty, means that I’ve been made in to a slave and a large part of who I am has been destroyed.

I do have to thank the wonderful people who over the years have put up with this with exceedingly good grace, even if they haven’t fully understood and gritted their teeth.  I also have to apologise to those same people for exactly the same reason.

melody has taken ‘his’ long standing trait and turned it in to new art form – she’s a bit of a gobby bint and drama queen when the mood takes her.  Though to quote the late Kenny Everett, it’s all done in the best possible taste.