We’d stopped to pick up pet food and decided we’d grab some supper from the supermarket a few doors away. As we walked, I’m sorry to say I fell into my usual habit – but before he could say “shoulders BACK!” I got in first.
‘Hang on, your shoelace is undone – you might trip over it’.
He stopped, turned and moved his foot forward.
Never let it be said I can’t take a hint: I knelt and tied the lace, nice little bow, pat on the leg to indicate ‘all done’. And we walked on.
Was anyone looking? Didn’t seem to matter. I don’t think they’d have been offended.
Can’t remember what we got for supper but I do remember the first lolly of the year – a Magnum, I’m afraid. Still. sharing it means I didn’t quite blow the diet.
(first published on Informed Consent in June ’09)
A dominant and submissive life 