The power is in the details

Long time no see! Sorry that the blog has been so quiet. But now I'm back to normal and have had time to write (and read your lovely letters) more often. Summer and vacation have been wonderful times. I've enjoyed it immensely and so has O. At the cottage you can be so free, to do whatever you want. The cottage neighbors are far enough away that O's occasional antics don't really disturb other people's summer days. (Of course, I always put a gag on if I assume that a slightly... noisier situation is ahead.)

At the cottage, O is locked up all the time, at least in handcuffs and leg cuffs. And preferably without clothes, as long as Finland's short and snowy summer allows it. I'm not a particularly sadistic person, and I wouldn't be happy to watch O freeze in a fresh summer hailstorm without a thread tied around it. But when the heat is nice, I prefer to look at naked buttocks and a strong back without any disturbing pieces of fabric.

In our everyday lives, we live (almost) like normal couples, we do things on a relatively equal footing. However, there is always some kind of power element present, O never completely forgets his position or me and my position in relation to him. At its smallest, that reminder is a bracelet on his wrist, at its strongest... well, a little more and all sorts. For example, at the World Rally Championship rallies in Jyväskylä's Harju, where there were as many people as there were hats, O only had a leather bracelet with a regular buckle. I had another one from the same pair. It connected us visually. The bracelets have metal links. If necessary, I could grab O's bracelet by the link and, for example, imperceptibly pull her hand down a little. In this case, O had to bend his knees and remember that one must always kneel in front of the queen. O also always walks a step behind me. He only goes ahead if it is necessary, such as when opening a door for me, etc. Power resides in the details.

When we walk outside, O should always stay on my right side and one step behind me. Not visibly behind me, but just enough so that I walk a little ahead. An outside observer might not even notice this, this is how we naturally move. O slips into place naturally when we set off and knows how to skillfully take care of his position in relation to me. O is also a perfect gentleman in terms of behavior; I don't have to open doors or drive the car unless I specifically want to.

Being outside made me think of "going out" as in a bar or a party. I love parties, because I can be seen and be seen, just as I am. There are parties coming up again during the fall. But more on that another time.

A wonderful start to fall to all my readers!

- Mrs D