Swinging In On A Rope, Possibly Wearing Tights
I just returned from a local club meeting where I finally heard a well known speaker present on his favorite topic: abductions. It was curious to see how reputation misrepresents character. I was expecting something far more harsh in approach and execution, and instead found myself impressed by (if in slight disagreement with) the level of care and concern demonstrated.
That was a sidenote. Abductions are fun, and sexy as hell, but not on my mind currently. This doesn’t surprise me at the moment, since the nature of the play that my boy and I indulge in has shifted focus, and with our ever-evolving relationship has grown beyond the sharp warm nights of two summers ago when I would fantasize about shoving him in to white vans and stripping his clothing with scissors. (Again, still sexy as hell.)
What’s on my mind at the moment is the nature of my boy’s submission. We had one of our excellent conversations recently, exploring the nature of the “knight” submissive mindset, and linking it in great measure to the skillful execution of romantic gestures.
My boy has trouble with romance. Upon coaxing I discover that his romantic instincts are consistently spot on (how precious to spell “I love you” in gerber daisies!) but that he rarely acts upon his impulses. This is point one.
Point two is that the romantic gestures and actions he does carry through are usually of a caring, tender, and highly submissive nature. For example: cooking me a wonderful meal, garnishing it to perfection, and serving it to me on his knees.
Point three is that he consistently links his submissive identity with the feminine aspects of his personality, and likewise links the masculine aspects to his more in-control, “face-the-world” personality.
Point four is that I personally have always been attracted to and gratified by masculine submissive actions, as are usually characterized by the “knight” concept. That is, the idea that the submissive acts as a knight in shining armor to his lady of choice, offering romance, protection, devotion, and the submission of strength to willpower.
Point five is that one of the ways I can have this particular attraction fed is by being the recipient of romantic actions that one might term as “dashing.” I have, in fact, been encouraging my boy to display some dashing romantic gestures, a la Errol Flynn or Lancelot. One problem: he has utterly no idea what this entails.
From these points, the questions we face: How does my boy learn to gratify my desire for dashing romantic gestures? How might he go about taking on a more masculine submissive role, when this goes distinctly against the grain of his former experiences? How would I personally handle such a change in his submission? How do I explain to my boy a concept that I, reading adventure novels from birth, find instinctual? (Oh Edmund Dantes, how very sexy you were when you tried to escape the jailer’s boat by jumping into the sea with your hands tied.) How will we balance my needs with his nature? What would happen if we sought an outside partner to gratify these particular wants of mine? Why do I find the submission of masculine men so sexy, anyway?
I left this post for a while and have just now come back to it. However, in the spirit of consistency of thought, I’m going to post it as is right now, and continue to answer these and the other, newer questions on my mind in future writings. Think of it as a tease and denial . . . for your brain. Insert evil laughter, as appropriate, here.
