The Games We Play #Dominance and #Submission

My Daddy (Dominant, if you’re new here) and I have moments when we’re serious – discussing current events, working on mutual plans, helping one another through God-only-knows-what drama that crops up. We have moments when we laugh. And then there are those private things that every couple has – you know, those things that if someone watched or overhead you doing it, they’d wonder if you’d lost your mind.

This isn’t a vanilla thing or a kinky thing; this is a relationship thing. But for those who somehow think dominance and submission (D/s) is all bowing and scraping and kneeling and kinky sex, you may be shocked to learn that we have our own silly little things that have nothing to do with D/s or sex. Well…sort of.

Ok, so my youngest is 4, and his favorite color is green. For a long time, every time he saw a green car, he would shout from the backseat, “Green car, Mommy, green car!!” I finally began pointing them out, and it became a family game. Daddy learned about the game from the times he and I were on the phone while the boys were with me. I became so used to pointing out green cars, I started saying, “Green car!” even when I was by myself.

Like all little children, my youngest grew tired of the game right after we began playing and was no longer interested. In my weird Type A, OCD way, I was now very used to pointing out green cars. Daddy and I started playing the game. Each time we were on the phone and driving, we’d point out the green cars we saw. Daddy gets off work before I do. After a while of playing the game, he started texting me each time he saw one (using voice-to-text). One day, I had 22 text messages in a row!

Daddy is a creative (and sadistic) man. The game was fun but it served no purpose other than mild amusement. Then he suggested up-ing the ante. Uh oh. New rules. We would count the green cars we saw each day. On the days I win, I get an orgasm. On the days he wins, I don’t. And on the off-chance that we tie, I get an orgasm AND I have to edge myself.

Kinky bastards that we are, we took a family game for a 4 year old and turned it into a sex game. I make no apologies for that. I’m competitive as hell, and I like to win (who doesn’t?). He’s the same way, though. The game becomes very interesting. On days when I’m close to losing, I threaten to drive through parking lots just to find more green cars to count. (I don’t, but I consider it.)

This isn’t just about winning, though. On the days I lose, his sadistic streak comes out to play. He makes me edge myself slowly until I’m literally crying and begging to cum. My clit throbs painfully – it’s probably the closest to understanding blue balls as any woman will ever get. I writhe and twist in the bed. My hips gyrate into the air, praying for relief. And he just laughs.

Sooooo, ok, being D/s means we turn innocent games into kinky ones, I guess. That’s probably not typical for a vanilla relationship, but it’s definitely fun!