This is an image I came across on Tumblr almost two years ago.
It have constantly been drawn back to it because of the everyday casualness of it.
No fetish gear; no dungeon.
Just a quiet day at home doing normal everyday things - except that she is wearing steel cuffs attached by chain to a steel collar around her neck.
She just accepts that being his submissive is a normal, everyday part of their relationship.
This, to me, is what a real D/s lifestyle relationship is about.
After my marriage failed, I lived as the live-in chattel of a dominant man for a little over three years.
Whilst he had a cellar full if dungeon equipment in his inner-Sydney terrace house, and whilst we had our weekends and vacations devoted to some fairly full on D/s activities including hoods, cages, stocks, fetish wear and the like, most of our relationship was doing everyday things, but with a D/s accent to them.
As an addicted sissy, I was, of course, required to be wear women’s underwear and pantyhose at all times, including under my suit, when. I went to work.
When lounging about at home, for the most part I would wear a short comfortable skirt, and low heeled shoes or ballerina flats, with a casual women’s top.
When we went out it was mostly a pair of of women’s denim shorts, or hotpants, with high-heeled women’s boots or shoes.
I was, as I have discussed in earlier posts, required to wear, at all times, a fitted stainless steel NeoSteel chastity belt, as part of a regime if permanent chastity.
When I was not at work I would also be required to wear a fitted, heavy stainless steel collar that served as a symbol of my servitude.
But most of the time our activities were quite normal - reading newspapers; reading books; watching television; having meals in or out; going shopping; going to the theater or the cinema.
Of course, as the sub, all the menial chores such as cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing fell to me.
And much of the time I would be cuffed or shackled to remind me constantly of my servitude as well as my emasculation. Sometimes when we went out, I would have a leash attached to my collar.
But this was all worked into, for the most part, an otherwise normal everyday lifestyle.
It is period of my life I look back on fondly, and this image brings back some of this memories.