Im grinning as I write this. Finally Hubby has come around to the D/s lifestyle that brought us together in the first place. A few nights back, whilst lying in bed, he said, lets clean out the toy box!
As expected, there were a few toys that got thrown out, that had old batteries in them, or just were starting to loose their integrity. None of the floggers, whips or paddles were broken tho. He had to check each one out just to be sure. (on my backside)
Then I got to choose what I wanted to play with! I chose the soft leather flogger (I know Im a wimp) and the soft cuffs. He chose the leather paddle also, cause he said, I was wimping out... (which I totally was)
We both loved it!
This was a few days back, I work as a carer, and am away from home 7 nights in a fortnight, so we haven't found more time to play again, but I know we will.
He found a shackle that he had made years ago, in the box that was not finished, Its wooden, and clips together to hold my wrists, like mobile stocks. It wasn't finished, he wanted to line it with leather and re stain it.
I noticed the other day he has started on this. This is a very good sign. It means he wants this as much as i do.
I really was worried, I was pushing something on him he no longer wanted. But I am glad to be pleasantly surprised by his enthusiasm. When I say enthusiasm, its still a slow boil, but it is his way. He always likes to stop and consider his next move. This is frustrating for me, I sometimes seesaw with decisions, but usually those are not important things, more like what to order on the menu. Something important is decided quickly and steadfastly.
I am pleased we are moving forward, albeit at his pace. I know I have to submit to his way, that's the whole point isn't it!