On the acquisition of a new Dom

To those of you who are yet unaware, I’ve come to find myself in the possession of a new Dom, or rather, I have come to find myself to be the possession of a new Dom. It’s a striking change from one to another, and I’ve come to realize that perhaps Parataxis is, in truth, my first Dom and Mephestus was simply a top.

Among other things. The sheer difference between what I deal with now and what I dealt with before is simply staggering, and I feel as though I’ve become a neophyte and a novice again. Where, under Mephestus, I would simply be a punching-bag of sorts, or a fucktoy, under Parataxis there seems more fullness, a far more rounded and powerful exchange. I’m not simply there to bend over when his other girlfriend(s) isn’t in the mood.

I have a few small rules to follow in public, and a few small rules to follow in private which have proven a little more difficult – a strange thing, as I had expected quite the opposite. In public, I must wait for he to begin a meal before I do; wait for he to pass through doors before me; small, little things that no one else would notice. There’s a new level of respect I’m not used to, it seems, as, one night I jokingly interjected, “Oh shut up!” and was promptly reminded to watch my language. (Truth told, this has now happened a small number of times, and I’m beginning to catch myself.)

I must admit, though it will prove a little difficult I feel far more ‘at home’ with these little rules. They’re little things I have to remember, and little things that, in turn, remind me. An ugly brand and a moniker hardly make me feel at home; a reminder when I’m in his presence that I am not to eat until he has, or that I must ask for permission for this and that. I feel a submissive. I enjoy this. I feel in my place, and though, at times, I feel immensely inconvenienced, at the same I feel as though I’m a little happier for it.

In the meantime, I’ve also come to acquire something more of a boyfriend; my terrible luck, of course, shines through in that, while it turns out that the boy is kinky, he’s a bottom. I should make a point of learning to top. I’ve already begun that journey.

That I am not allowed to decide officiality of relationship status without permission was, most certainly, a surprise given the other day. A lesson learned, but unlikely a lesson to be repeated any time soon.

As it is, I’m content, complete and whole. Between the two, I don’t think I could possibly ask for anything more. I’ve all that I could ask for. I’m happier than I’ve been in quite a while.

And to think, I didn’t really even have to ask all that much.