Rituals

Rituals. We all have them. Perhaps they don't have a D/s flair, but they are a part of our lives. It could be something as simple as having a glass of wine with every Thanksgiving meal or reading "Twas the Night Before Christmas" every Christmas Eve. These activities mean something to us that really can't always be explained, but the feelings associated with them are deep and satisfying. When I began to realize the place dominance and submission held in my intimate relationships, I didn't really have a desire to establish any sort of rituals. While I could easily grasp the place rituals held outside my relationships and could remember with fondness the joy they bring, I suppose I thought such things in an adult, intimate relationship were just a little silly. However, as I've mentioned before with other things, as time passed I began to find my interests changing and I discovered just how wrong I was.

Our rituals are pretty simple, really. Things that I've asked him to do that remind him of me and of my control even on those days when I'm not physically close. It's been a while now so I can't remember which ritual even came first. I think it was the wearing of his (my) cock collar. It's a bit of leather that encircles his cock and fastens with a bit of velcro. He wears it every time he leaves home. It's not painful or humiliating. In fact, no one but he and I even know it is there. It's nice, because it's a reminder that it doesn't matter where he is or where I am, my control is always there. It's not a flashy ritual, but it's something that means a lot to both of us.

Another of my favorites is a ritual that involves doing his dishes. He dons his neck collar and an apron and for the longest time that was all he wore while doing them. Something simple. (Smiles) I like closing my eyes at some point during the day and picturing this. I especially like it because I love his naked behind. Mmm mmm. I love knowing it's mine. Not too long ago, we added the wearing of the ball parachute pictured above. The leather encircles his balls and the chains swing against his legs as he moves. He wears it without the weight during this time so it doesn't cause any pain or discomfort (that's not the goal of my rituals.) The parachute simply serves as a lovely dangling reminder of my control.

There are other things. We don't often speak of any of them. In fact, until today, it's been quite some time since they were mentioned. Even though it's a matter of routine that he does them, it's something that he cherishes and it's something that still serves to excite him. As for me, I think about these things every day as well. Even though I don't often say it to him, these examples of his devotion and his obedience touch something very deep within me.

I'm very lucky to have him.