We have three lil guys, all under the age of five. Many people assume that we put the Owner/property relationship on hold until the kids are out of the house, and i stare at them with a blank look. On hold? Does not compute. Input Error. Try Again Later. There is no “on hold”. How do i put something that is an integral part of me and how i relate/interact with Him on hold? Why would i? So i start asking them questions on why they think i can’t be property and a mother, and it invariably boils down to Children should not be exposed to sexual practices.

Well no shit Sherlock. Good thing i have you here to point out something so freaking obvious that a blind, deaf and dumb person could sign that. So i unload on said idiot criticizer:

Owner/property, while having a fun impact on my sexuality, is not about sex, whips, chains and toys. They are all  fun, but that isn’t the entirety. It’s more about owning someone and being owned, getting a firm grip on the property’s mind, their beliefs, their will, and using it to the Owner’s will and liking. Serving someone without hesitation and doubt, knowing your happiness and calling lie in belonging to another. Leather cuffs and wooden paddles can only go so far into a person’s mind. Programming and conditioning, however, are much more effective. And hated.

People outside of O/p and some M/s circles don’t like that. It’s too subtle. It’s too invasive. It’s too…extreme.

Why? What is so extreme about trusting The Man when He says “I will do what is best for me and mine, so follow?” Why on earth would i trust Him when i am tied to a wooden pole and He has unpleasant hurty things coming at me, but wouldn’t trust His judgment on my medical care? Or how to best weed out bad parts of my personality? i’ve had quite a few people label this life i live with The Man as “extreme”. If they’d met us in real life, face to face, i don’t think they’d be so quick to slap that happy little label on us.

We aren’t big on most outward aspects of O/p or M/s. i don’t wear cuffs, don’t follow Him on a leash that you can see, i’m not quivering at His feet while He loudly proclaims His ownership of me. But i’m owned. No doubt about it. Most of the restraints just happen to be inside my head, not on my limbs. i say my nightly devotion, kneeling and collared, to The Man at night time, after the buckos are in bed. He phrases His demands as requests when the kids are around, but i’m not fooled as to whether i can refuse.  The physical “play” and sexual service is kept for when the kids are out or asleep. How is that any different than other D/s’ers or even vanilla households? This is why it works for me to be the p in an O/p relationship and be a mother to three. The latter does not interfere with the former, nor vis versa. My children do not see Daddy hitting Mommy or Mommy on her knees kowtowing to Daddy. They see happy parents, Mom devoted to Dad, Dad caring for us all, a workable partnership.

Children have a right to be raised in a happy, healthy, balanced house. That is exactly what they have here in this house. Two parents, comfortable with who they are, living authentically without the need for outward trappings of an inherently mental orientation.

What is so wrong with that? What is so extreme? Why are people so afraid?