Monday, March 24, 2014
In the Passenger’s Seat
Growing up I remember times when we traveled as a family. Dad drove, mom sat beside him and us kids occupied the back seat. Dad’s role was to drive. Our role as kids was to be good and not fight while mom’s role was to keep everyone happy. Later when I grew and married that same setup continued with my marriage and now that I’ve remarried and it is only Katie, we’ve ‘switched’ seats in the car. She drives unless I’m told that I’ll be the designated driver for the evening (which is rare) and I get to sit in the passenger’s seat. Lucky me!
Last weekend was a busy one for us. Katie opted to help a friend and both Saturday and Sunday for six hours each day and that required us to travel over an hour each way – both days. Each evening we had commitments; one was a benefit event for a nonprofit organization and the other was a movie from an organization that tours the country and has showings in one or two places in each of the 50 states. In any event, the weekend required quite a bit of travel and some planning. I of course, was expected to come although Katie asked if I had things to do while she was busy with her friend. I always have stuff to do, so filling six hours is not a problem.
What I wanted to focus on was the thought that my role with Katie is surprisingly identical to my mom’s role when I was a child. During the way there I had to program the GPS, transfer certain ‘essentials’ like makeup, breath mints and a hairbrush from a larger purse to a smaller one. It was my role to make sure she took the right turn when the GPS indicated we were entering an intersection. On one of the days I was told to do some grocery shopping and pick up an item at a local CVS pharmacy. I had to find a radio station that played the kind of music she wanted. When we stopped for a bite to eat one evening at a fast food place, I fixed the ice tea to her liking, fixed a napkin under her neck to keep her top clean and readied her sandwich so she could easily eat it.
This way of functioning during trips is pretty much par for the course. She prefers to drive and so she does. She prefers things certain ways and so my role as her submissive is to do my best to meet her requests. I’ve come to almost automatically do certain things now that I’d never do before submitting. Whenever she mentions an appointment, meeting or other obligation it is now second nature to enter that item in my cell phone calendar with an alarm to remind me at a time she wants. After I dropped her off each day at 10am I left and then set an alarm to make sure I’d return and be back before she wanted me at 4pm each afternoon.
Our relationship as Dominant and submissive has been working like a well oiled machine in most ways that we live now. I’m still learning her ways, her likes, her preferences but they are becoming more natural for me the longer I take care of her needs and observe the way she goes about living.
Having her purse, my laptop, our meal and who knows what else surrounding my feet while sitting in the passenger seat is where I know I will forever be but it is one that I’ve come to thoroughly enjoy. And besides, I can massage her neck and be affectionate when I’m not busy doing something else. I love making her life as rewarding and as satisfying as I can and letting her remain in the drivers seat.