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One Lucky Woman #WickedWednesday

It's no big secret that John Brownstone and I spread our cute lovey-dovey stuff all over the internet. We tweet each other while in the same room. We post sexy and/or cutesy pictures. Fuck, sometimes we're so cute, we make ourselves say, "Awwww."

For anyone who's not in the mood when they come across our level 100 cuteness, I'm sure we're tiresome. Ah well, can't make everyone happy.

So for all our madly-in-love-refuse-to-hide-it sugary sweetness, it might seem like overkill to say that I feel like an extremely lucky woman every single day. Yes, even on my bad days when my brain goes haywire and attempts to convince me of the worst things. Knowing how good I've got it can make me feel guilty because there's always a part of my mind wondering how I could dare to feel anxious or depressed when life isn't so bad. Gotta love hate a brain that lies to you.

Anyway...I am, lucky, that is.

We've started a new chapter of domestic life. I work more than full-time (thanks to all my side projects), and he works from home part-time. Which means that he cooks, cleans, and does laundry. I wish I could tell you I feel guilty over it (like I thought I would). Actually, I feel nothing but relief. I pretended to be extremely domestic for many years because it had to get done. But it wasn't something I wanted to do. I'm happy to jump up and help and tend to offer more than I need to (like when I should be working), but that's about it.

But it's more than that.

As I sit here typing this post, John Brownstone is sitting in a waiting room while my aunt has eye surgery. We thought I would be able to go with her, but I had too much work. So he offered to go instead. But we all made the trip to my aunt and uncle's house to be here since my uncle couldn't get off work.

He'll be chomping at the bit to get home tonight, but I know we'll probably stay for dinner. He knows how much I love spending time with my family.

Being a good partner (and a good Dominant) is, to me, about taking care of the other person. As his submissive, much of what I do is (try) to take care of him. It works in reverse, too. Of course, kinky or vanilla, strong relationships work when both people take care of the other. But you don't always hear much about what a Dominant does to take care of their partner outside of fulfilling their sexual or submissive needs.

He cooks and cleans so I can focus on working giving me space to build my business.

He drives more than two hours to help my family.

He tries to pull me out of funks and then gives me space when it's something more than a mood swing. (And, unnecessarily, apologizes when he reads the situation wrong.)

Yes, he spanks my ass, fingers my cunt, and tells me no just to watch me squirm. He also encourages me when I wonder if I can finish an article, start a project, or do whatever the thing is that I want to do today.

So yeah, as sickeningly sweet and cute as we are, I know I'm a damn lucky woman, submissive, and babygirl.

Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! This week's prompt/theme is shopping. I'm too caught up in the things John Brownstone does for me, big and small. But if you're looking for actual smut, you know where to go. Fun fact - I'm choosing the top three Wicked Wednesday posts this week! How cool is that?!

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I’m also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

18 Comments

  • Awwww love you guys! Great I’m crying again, FECKING hormones!

    I believe you two, as the would say play to each other’s strengths, and that is something to be very proud of! We do that as a little family too and it’s what keeps are bound so special. Although my streghths and the moment seem to be crying, eating scones and fulling asleep mid sentence πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜³πŸ€”πŸ˜•πŸ˜‰
    so thank you guys for simply being yourselfs,

    Pixie X X X x

  • That’s why I love you two. ❀️
    Daddy and I have a long standing argument over who “the lucky one” is. ☺️

  • What a lovely piece to read today. I have a new man who, although he has Cerebral Palsy is so loving and keeps building my confidence in myself daily. He is the complete opposite of my previous (ex) husband and long term partner that I have to pinch myself now and again to make sure I am not dreaming. He constantly tells me I am gorgeous and beautiful and that I can do anything I want to including change careers. At the age of 62 I don’t feel I can but who knows with his “verbal” boosts maybe I can and will!!! I really enjoy reading yours and Sirs posts. So xxxx and hugs from the UK to you both.

  • How lovely! It took me a good year to get over my “guilt” about domestic chores – which seems silly to think about now. I’m relieved and appreciative for what my partner does in the domestic sphere.

    • I tell myself that I don’t have to live a life like “everyone else” or (at the very least) like the stereotype but it’s not always easy, lol. I’m getting there, though. You’ve given me hope. πŸ™‚

  • So much of this rings true for us too. We take care of each other in any way we can. While I am taking care of my mother and Master T, he worries about me and make sure I eat and drink well and rest as much as possible. And, like you guys, we tweet each other when in the same room. Yes, I feel lucky to have Master T and thankful that I can make him happy πŸ™‚

    Rebel xox

  • This post could totally be about me and Michael. Like you I find it a huge relief and as a result I feel so blessed to have such a supportive partner

    Mollyx

    • It’s vital that we not take advantage of each other and remember exactly how fortunate we are. You know, like I do, that it’s more about hard work than pure luck but that’s the feeling that seems strongest…we’re lucky women. ☺️

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