I don’t want to be writing this post but then again, I don’t want to be feeling like I do. Actually I feel okay now but before I didn’t. Now I am here. Matter of fact. Being rational. And the thing about writing about what happens is that you don’t always want to tell the story, you don’t always want people to know what happens, but it is part of the full picture and therefore it is just as much a part of it as the other stuff. I suppose really the theme here is that just because you know what you should do, it doesn’t mean that you do it. And that just because you have been here before, doesn’t mean that you won’t come back again, and again, and again in some instances. Knowing doesn’t always mean doing.
Just a few short weeks ago, in From a Distance, I wrote about the realisation that HisLordship and I had not really approached being apart in the right way. I think that when you have one of those ‘Ahhhhh’ moments, you expect the action to immediately tie in with the thought – problem solved. However, this is not always the case, and HL’s current trip to Thailand is testament to that. The idea of doing the little things, the normal things, hasn’t really added up to much and the little we have been able to do has not been enough to keep us on the same wavelength.
Initially things got off to a good start. We had just survived a week of house guests and non-stop entertaining and so celebrated with a couple of good scenes prior to him leaving. This meant that we were both feeling really close, both physically and emotionally. Now it does make it hard in some ways as I think for us this means that we miss the other more keenly, but it also means that the dynamic feels really strong and we both feel really together despite the physical separation. This was just as well as the first day and a half was taken up mostly with him flying and being unavailable.
Not to worry though as I enjoyed indulging in my feelings of missing him. We had a little WhatsApp chat during his layover and then, later on, I read the post that he had written, One Afternoon in Schiphol Airport. Having access to his thoughts and feelings from the previous day made a big difference and added to the feeling of longing that I had for him to be back here with me. I also felt really horny for him thinking back about what we had shared. When he finally arrived in country he was exhausted. I went with the plan of doing the normal things and FaceTimed him for a bit as I sat with the rest of the family. Unfortunately our efforts were thwarted due to a dodgy wifi signal his end, so eventually we gave up on the freezes and stammers and stutters and he took to bed.
Time zones always add another layer of frustration as it is hard to do the normal things when your schedules are so off. Two days down and three to go, I had high hopes for yesterday. There was virtually no contact during the day (predictable as the purpose of the trip was to work) but the evening was a disappointment. I had been feeling stressed about something and had shared that with him via message throughout the day. My mood spiralled as my anxiety grew and I knew that I wasn’t managing it well. When he did send a reply, it was to tell me not to worry. That is always easier said than done and although I knew it wasn’t really the case, I felt like I had been fobbed off.
We continued to share a few texts back and forth with the lag making it pretty stilted and a bit off. The culmination was a series of crossed messages. A voice recording of an orgasm from him and pictures of the puppy destroying a toy from me! How disconnected we had become so quickly. As my anxiety continued to grow it mingled with my frustration at the same time that he announced that he had to get some sleep and said goodnight. As the thought that a there was time for an orgasm but not time for me flitted across my mind, I drifted further from my submissive space.
I had moved from feeling the closeness, to feeling that I needed the closeness, to feeling that I had lost the closeness. None of this is his fault and I hope it doesn’t sound like I am blaming him. I am simply charting the change that happens when things spiral out of control for me. What happens, is that I take control. I had drifted around a bit aimlessly for a day, not really being productive and hoping that I would receive some direction. When that didn’t happen I took over. I spoke to a couple of friends about how I was feeling and that helped. I become proactive and kicked myself into gear.
This morning when I woke up I felt fine; albeit, not submissive fine, but I have never pretended to be very good at submission. It is something that I want dearly but it does not always come easily to me. I am quick to jump back into the old ways that served me so well and wait there until my sub is required again. So I harnessed superwoman. The washing was done, the menus for next week were completed, the cake tins were refilled with freshly baked goodies and the dog was taken for a long walk. Yes, I was back. Micro managing my way out of my feelings.
It is so tricky to get that balance right. It is hard to be able to always be enough for someone, or indeed to be what they actually need at that particular time. Submission is a choice, and I do choose it, but the level I can give is based on the Dominance too. Our dynamic needs the give and take to really work properly for us. I can provide a picture of submission easily enough but in reality it is not true submission. It is submission on my terms with the bits and pieces that I can give when I am not feeling Dominated. I can give respect and consideration and I can put his needs first, but I cannot give up control. That need for control is at the core and it makes me tick.
What I really want of course is for him to be in control. To take my reigns and, all that comes to mind is to say ride me like a wild horse, but you get the picture. My submission is in parts and some parts are easier to give than others. Some are conditional on a give and take and others will slip easily over me, or come from within me. Loss of control, the thing that I am most scared of but most desperate for, is not one which comes easily or without conditions. I have always said I am a work in progress and this time apart is evidence that the work is far from complete. There are those who strive for a perfect life and those who strive to perfect the life that they have, and we are certainly the of the latter group.
So please come home to me soon Sir. I miss you and I want you and I need you. I have cleaned the house and baked your favourite cake. I have looked after our children and successfully removed a tick from the dog. I have drunk some wine and stayed up past my bedtime. I have had four orgasms without permission and will likely have another tonight (the hornyness didn’t fade). I know that I am a challenge and hope that makes owning me all the more rewarding for you. For I am not easy but I am owned and I hope that you will take ownership of me again upon your return.
i want cake… Hugs. He will be home soon!
Come over winnie. There is LOADS of cake. I am saving his special one but we have three other types on the go ?
Okay but only if we get to paint our nails and watch movies and also use the hot tub. And do all the fun things. Also, kudos to you, ticks are scary and i wouldn’t have been able to remove one if my dog got one.
Awww I felt so bad for her and she is soooo cute. And YES we can do all of those things. I can feel lime coming out lol
Hehe lime is welcome at our party.
Thank you for sharing, missy! Being apart can be so difficult, especially emotionally when you begin to feel disconnected. Like you, I struggle being in that submissive mindset when my husband isn’t around. One thing we came up when he is traveling for work is “acts of service”. I am to complete one act of service each day that he is gone, and after I have done it, send him a message or picture about doing it and how it made me feel to complete a task for him. These are little things like organizing his bathroom drawer, or buying special ingredients to make something he likes when he returns… I’ve found it really does help me to feel more submissive, even when I’m in that dominant head space of being the one in charge of the household that week. It puts him as my center focus, and everything else secondary. Anyhow…just thought I would share. Hope the time apart passes quickly!
Thank you. We have tried various things over the time. I think we know what we should do but like I say, we aren’t always doing it. At least it is only a few days. And I am sure we will get better in the end ?
I have no doubt you will! Hugs, my friend <3
Thank you ❤️ (it is nice to have you back by the way)
Thank you…it’s good to be back?
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My Queen just spent a week and a half away visiting family in Europe and we went through so much of the same. There were Frustrations on my part of what she had time for, but feeling none for me. It wasn’t the case of course as she was there to do the things she was spending her time on. It really tested my submissiveness to allow her to focus on the then and there with little attention on me back home. Fortunately we were able to get a few texts back and forth that gave me instructions and helped me feel owned…a little. Separation is just hard. Really great post! ?
Yes. I know some people do it really well. Part of it is that was are lazy with it as we know it is short term. It was interesting how quickly I fell back to type when it started to go wrong though. I think it is a survival instinct. I am happier like this when he is away but fall into place when he gets back. That would matter long term though I think.
Thank you so much for sharing your feelings and thoughts….. I wish you didn’t feel this way and I wish I could help xx
Ermmm – you did ?
One thing that helps me is the cage! Not applicable in your case but we all deal with things in our own ways.
Yes that would definitely help to keep the right mindset I think ?
Hugs hon. I can relate to some of what you are feeling for sure. Hopefully it eont be long till he is home to you.
Thank you. He will be back late tonight so not long now ?
I can’t express how much I empathize with this. Usually HD works abroad, so our schedules are always off, plus there’s a lag in texting on his end because of how many messages we have sent. That always makes our convos squirrelly. Like you, I have to have the pull of his Dominance to fully submit, otherwise it’s just surface.
I find the best way to cope is by doing precisely what you have been: keeping busy. Mostly I do crochet, but I bake and play video games too (and most recently, job hunt). It helps clear the mind until re-centering is possible. *hug*
I don’t know how you do it. We would need to be so much better if it happened a lot. I think I thought I had it worked out this time so that it would be better. I suppose you never know what wax visit will be like for opportunities to make contact and that makes a difference. Thank you for your support ?
I think part of the reason we’re handling it as well as we are (and we still have bouts of misery and loneliness and missing each other severely) is because we knew in the beginning this was how it would be. I knew from the start that he worked away for weeks at a time, and there were almost three weeks between our first and second dates. We’ve built our relationship around the fact that there will be periods of separation, which is much easier than suddenly having separation thrust upon us. If we’d been able to see each other daily/almost daily for years and then suddenly one of us started working away, it would be a completely different situation.
This is still a new adventure for you both. You don’t have to have all the answers yet, even though it would feel easier if you did. It’s going to take some adjusting and re-configuring to find what works best. Even though HD and I knew from the beginning, we still have slip-ups and times when things aren’t going as well as we would have wanted. It’s a lot of trial and error, but you’ll get there.
Thanks for the support ?
Submission does become the harder choice when you’re apart. I find that to be true in my relationship with Michael. I have to make the choice and sometimes I definitely don’t find myself being of a mind to submit. I don’t think it makes you less of a good sub.
To the anxiety bit. Man, do I ever understand how easily it gets out of control and how you then do the things you’ve done in the past to cope. I’m an obsessive fretter. I almost wish I was compulsive in other ways (like cleaning), but alas, I just think about it over and over. I have to remind myself of wha I need to do in order to not spiral too. It gets easier the more you do it, right? That’s what I like to think at least.
Thank you for sharing and I agree I do think it gets easier. Maybe I am just a slow learner lol
“Micro managing my way out of feelings.” Your post describes my spirals and my coping mechanisms for it.
Why does that not surprise me. If only we could meet up. Maybe we could sort each other out lol ?
Right? I sent this to Daddy this morning and he said I could have written it myself.
Lol. HL says the same to me sometimes about yours ?
Well I’m reading this sitting in Amsterdam airport for my final leg home. Unfortunately the flight is delayed, or hasn’t yet arrived for it to be delayed! Travel and work has always been a challenge, especially when the trip is long haul and only for a few days. That is not an attempt at an excuse, just recognition that a longer trip to establish a routine would rebuild better. The travel will not stop or desire to live in a D/s relationship with missy. It’s a work in progress and requiring constant assessment, especially when IT is a challenge in some countries. I will return home tonight keen to hold missy and curl up with her in bed. The dog will be happy and the unpacking can wait until tomorrow. Tonight is about reconnecting and feeling the warmth of my missy next to me.
The dog is in trouble. She just ate my glasses!
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