Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Snippits from Life
The other evening we met a couple for a drink. Whenever we go out and sit at a bar and I know that others will be joining us I always sit so as to put me at the end and Katie closest to the others to make it easier for her to converse with her friends. That evening was no exception and soon after we arrived Nancy and Kurt joined us. Nancy is a talker and her life always seems to be going 100 mph. Somehow the topic of dinner came up and Nancy asked Katie, “What are you cooking for dinner tonight?” She instantly corrected herself and said laughing, “I mean, what is he cooking you for dinner tonight?” Her eye moved from Katie to me and then back again as she rephrased the question. Katie laughed as she touched my thigh affectionately. It was a humorous moment and one that I smiled when she made her point yet it was understood by all that Katie 'doesn't do cooking anymore.' Katie and Nancy chatted about each other’s evening meal, never bringing the guys into the conversation. Katie told her I was going to make pizza which satisfied Nancy's curiosity and on they went to discuss other topics of interest.
I mention that five second conversation because the word is out about us; at least with Katie's closest friends. No, they don’t know that I am her sub, per se, but they do know that she runs the show and makes the decisions. I don’t know that any specific conversation has ever risen where Katie has been asked point blank why she and I function the way we do. Maybe it’s not a big deal to those women as I am sure their world-view of men is that they are there to take care of the female gender and not vice versa.
A few days later I told Katie I wanted to make lasagna as I was planning on treating my kids to a ‘dad’ made meal. I purchased the needed ingredients (I make a mean lasagna) while we were shopping that day. Later Katie told me I should plan on making two casserole dishes instead of one. She wanted to freeze the other so we could eat it later this winter. So out we went to pick up some more items, and the following morning I worked for the next two hours making sauce, boiling noodles, putting the dish together and carted the dishes off to the freezer.
Just as I finished washing the dishes and reorganizing the kitchen to a 'leave no trace' state, Katie told me to start cutting onions, carrots and potatoes for a stew. She threw on some meat to brown and while I cut up the vegetable components for the beef stew, she heated water to make a favorite beef-noodle soup she enjoys. We spent the morning together cooking and after cleaning the kitchen once again it was time to head off to work for the day.
Over the weekend, Katie and I went chest freezer shopping. She's been wanting to get one for some time and decided that today was to be the day. I did some online shopping and told her what I had found with regard to prices, manufacturers and stores. Best Buy had a great deal but she told me we would never be shopping there again unless she was given a gift card by someone. She had a bad experience a few years ago and she has mentally crossed that store off her list as one she will patronage. That narrowed the options by one and and we decided to visit two others she made her decision.
Katie finally chose a freezer after talking with the salesman. While the two of them finalized the sale, I went out to the parking lot to pull a van up closer to the store. I found it revealing when I walked back in. There was Katie and the sales associate talking price and warrantee options and there I was, having fetched the car and left waiting for the two of them to finish the sale.
Today was Katie's birthday. We had made plans to go out for lunch to celebrate, knowing I had to work later that day and that she would be enjoying an evening with her friend. I wanted to make the day a bit more special than just a shared lunch so I purchased two-dozen roses and some baby's breath the day before. I arranged the flowers in a vase this morning while she was elsewhere and placed the vase on the kitchen table along with a small gift of perfume and card I had purchased a week ago. I love doing those little things that remind her how much I love her and appreciate her. She is indeed my best friend and one whom I love deeply. Our relationship is first and foremost a shared love - the D/s component is intimately woven into the fabric of our love, yet it is our love for one another and not that I am her submissive that binds us. However, I firmly believe that the structure of her as the head, and me as her servant adds significant depth to the love we share.
I wanted to share a few tidbits of life we have shared together over the past week. Hope your week has been just as rewarding. Stay warm and dry and be thankful for all that you have been blessed with.