The last two weeks have been a time of learning for everyone in our house, bringing a newborn home tends to do that. In my eyes, we are all doing a wonderful job. I’m especially proud of my Husband. I know I’ve written this before but A was 11 months old when He came into our lives, so she was far from the newborn stage. Not only did I have A, but I grew up with a constant flow of babies (2 younger sisters and 24 younger cousins made for a new baby or two a year for a number of years). Husband did not have that kind of thing growing up. I had wondered how He was going to react after E was born. The day she was born (which was an absolutely crazy experience in and of itself! I will spare you those details though…), He did not hesitate in the slightest. He took her for the first time with complete confidence, if He had any fear at all He hid it completely well.
One thing that concerned me a little bit was the “us” factor. I knew how much work a newborn could be and that sometimes they can be overwhelmingly demanding. I had worried that not only our D/s but also our relationship as a whole was going to be put completely on the back burner. I thought that maybe we would be taking more steps back in our D/s than steps forward. It turns out that I really had worried for nothing. Instead of taking steps back, we are continuing well along our path. We haven’t really introduced anything new, however I still feel like we have made progress. That confidence that He had in the delivery room has not left Him. He seems to have higher confidence in general. With His increased confidence, He seems to have found a bit more of His “Dom”. I don’t know exactly how to explain the change. It’s something that I can feel almost coming off of Him when He is in the room. I can still feel it when I think about Him, but it’s stronger with His physical presence.
Last night, for example, was incredible. The last few days I haven’t really been myself and again I clammed up when I should have just talked about it (why on earth do I do that?! It irritates me almost as much as it irritates Him….). Well, last night we were on the couch watching TV and He grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me close to Him. One thing led to another and before I knew it was giving Him a hand job. Suddenly, He said that He knew I liked it but He wanted to know specifically what I liked about it. “Everything” was not a satisfactory answer so I listed a few things ending with how I like how He tastes. That’s what earned me a place on my knees in front of Him. I thoroughly enjoy being in that place, it feels so right and that it’s MY place. This time was different, He spoke to me almost the entire time. Encouraging words, I knew without a doubt just how much I was pleasing Him which added fuel to my own fire. He gripped my hair and moved my head (still working on that gag reflex, not completely there yet but I am making progress). When He had finished He leaned forward and told me what a good girl I was (I melted). Then He (very tenderly) ran His hand between my legs, though I still had my pants on, and said that it wasn’t fair. I had simply said that it didn’t have to be fair, but I misinterpreted the meaning behind His words. I had assumed He was talking about reciprocation but I was wrong, though I didn’t mind being wrong. He had said that it wasn’t fair that He couldn’t take what was His yet (a delicious little feeling swept through me at these words). Later on, He had said that as soon as we get the okay from the doctor, He’s going to take it over and over again (my heart nearly stopped on the spot). Needless to say, I came back to myself quite quickly (I still got a few nice strong spanks, stronger than He’s done it before, that also helped bring me back too).
I know that it doesn’t seem like very much, and it also seems like it’s similar to other situations that I have written about. To me, this is huge. The intensity of this was quite a bit higher than some previous experiences that we have had together. I think that the future looks even better than it did before and that slowly we will continue to increase that intensity. It makes me more excited to see where our journey continues to take us. (And the next 3.5 weeks can go ahead and disappear for me, I’d be alright with that!)