TheIntrepidBoyager
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I had a most unexpected discussion with Mistress (wife) this evening about this subject.
A little background... We were very involved in D/s several years back, faded out for myriad reasons but have gone full back into it. Life is short and there is no time to lose!
This time around, mostly at my prompting, my penis size has played a role. She even bought me these underwear.
But she doesn't really embrace it as she sees it as mean and honestly not a big deal. In almost 40yrs of marriage this has never been even remotely hinted at or in any way something that I ever thought she actually had a problem with. I always have, but her not so much. And yes, it is below average.
So, anyway, I'd thought so much about why these underwear were so important to me and why they stood out so much over all the panties she's bought me. I couldn't wait to tell her my thoughts. They were deep and revealing and so personal.
And so she gave me an audience for me to do just that. I stood before her and told her all about how one of the main reasons this dynamic faded for the first time was clearly my ego and how my ego was so directly tied to my dick and all of that. Trust me, it was eloquent and reflective and I explained that by being confronted with the reality of my penis size and having to accept it, which a is major deal for men, it humbles me and that humility feeds my submission to her.
When I was done, I was so proud of myself.
She contemplated what I'd said, took a deep breath and responded, "So you think if you had a big dick any of this would be different?"
I was completely caught off guard by that response. Hadn't she heard how emotional my spiel was? I started to protest but she interrupted, "No. You think about what you just said. You're saying that you're only submitting to me because you have a small dick, which I don't care about anyway and you know that. Is that what you believe? If you had a big dick would you not submit to me? Think about what you just said from my perspective."
I have to tell you folks, that fucked me up. I'd sincerely never thought about it from that angle. Even in thinking I was letting go of my ego, I wasn't. I was just finding another way to pacify it.
For her, this moment was that big of a deal. But for me, it was a major deal. A paradigm shift. When you think you're diving deep, dive deeper. Step even further outside yourself than you already think you are.
What does all this really mean to me? What is worth to me? What does she truly mean to me?
I've asked myself those questions countless times over the years, and there have been some hard years, but I'm yet again reminded that I must keep asking them.
Ego...
A little background... We were very involved in D/s several years back, faded out for myriad reasons but have gone full back into it. Life is short and there is no time to lose!
This time around, mostly at my prompting, my penis size has played a role. She even bought me these underwear.But she doesn't really embrace it as she sees it as mean and honestly not a big deal. In almost 40yrs of marriage this has never been even remotely hinted at or in any way something that I ever thought she actually had a problem with. I always have, but her not so much. And yes, it is below average.
So, anyway, I'd thought so much about why these underwear were so important to me and why they stood out so much over all the panties she's bought me. I couldn't wait to tell her my thoughts. They were deep and revealing and so personal.
And so she gave me an audience for me to do just that. I stood before her and told her all about how one of the main reasons this dynamic faded for the first time was clearly my ego and how my ego was so directly tied to my dick and all of that. Trust me, it was eloquent and reflective and I explained that by being confronted with the reality of my penis size and having to accept it, which a is major deal for men, it humbles me and that humility feeds my submission to her.
When I was done, I was so proud of myself.
She contemplated what I'd said, took a deep breath and responded, "So you think if you had a big dick any of this would be different?"
I was completely caught off guard by that response. Hadn't she heard how emotional my spiel was? I started to protest but she interrupted, "No. You think about what you just said. You're saying that you're only submitting to me because you have a small dick, which I don't care about anyway and you know that. Is that what you believe? If you had a big dick would you not submit to me? Think about what you just said from my perspective."
I have to tell you folks, that fucked me up. I'd sincerely never thought about it from that angle. Even in thinking I was letting go of my ego, I wasn't. I was just finding another way to pacify it.
For her, this moment was that big of a deal. But for me, it was a major deal. A paradigm shift. When you think you're diving deep, dive deeper. Step even further outside yourself than you already think you are.
What does all this really mean to me? What is worth to me? What does she truly mean to me?
I've asked myself those questions countless times over the years, and there have been some hard years, but I'm yet again reminded that I must keep asking them.
Ego...
and 3 images from your blog make for very Sub-,Maso , Femdom, Humiliatory images:--
