the 5th

Sir is on His 5th brush.

Every night, I sit on the floor in the corner of the couch’s L. This couch is higher, so I perch my bottom precariously on two stacked pillows.
Sir stretches out on the chaise end.

Hand me my brush.

(Notice, He does not say ‘the’ brush. Nor does He say ‘your’ brush. He says ‘my’ brush. Such a silly little sentence, but one that makes me warm and fuzzy each time.)

I hand Him His brush and the dance begins. He will sometimes begin right away, other times He waits a few minutes. No matter, once He starts I am on cloud nine. He brushes my hair, scalp to ends so very gently at first. I am not tender-headed in the least, so gentle to me is probably torture to many. When tangles are discovered, He works them out. Once He is sure all the tangles are gone, He ups the pressure. Assaulting my head with a whirlwind of sensation. He brushes, tugs my hair, noodles my scalp. This newest brush has copper bristles that don’t bend or give at all! Sometimes I yelp when He bonks my skull, but that doesn’t deter Him. He perseveres (and usually bonks it some more, for good measure).

When He’s finished brushing, He will gather my hair in His fist and hold it taut in a ponytail, pulling my hair so hair I have to struggle to keep my head up. After a few minutes of the give and take, He will loosen slightly so my neck has full motion again, and He begins massaging the ever-present knots in my shoulders and back. This ritual goes on for a very long time. Thirty minutes? An hour? I’m not sure, but so long that I start to think He should stop, His hands must be killing Him! Sometimes I get thoughts in my head that say I’m not worth this attention, I do not deserve Him. He quiets those thoughts the moment I speak them.

So there we sit, locked in a subtle display of our power dynamic – Him above, anchoring me with hands and love and strength; me below, simply belonging to Him, giving over all that I am.
When I become tired, or He is ready, I flip to my knees, belly up and ask if I may get His water for bed. If I don’t ask properly, I must redo it until I get it right. Sometimes, I play. Shhhh… don’t tell… but sometimes I ask a little wrong, a little silly, because my second favorite thing to do with Sir is laugh. 😉

Sooner or later, I get up to get our water and it is then that brushes get broken. (I didn’t forget what this post was about!) He will tell me to bend over, or grab me, or simply take a swing as I walk away. Using the brush as a paddle, He brings the pain the same way He brought the pleasure. That’s how I like it – pain and pleasure intertwined, indiscernible. But brushes weren’t built for that, you know!

And so it goes that Sir is on brush number five.


22 thoughts on “the 5th

  1. Beautifully chosen words to describe the D/s dynamic. There are still people I know who think a D/s relationship is just another word for an abusive relationship. I don’t dare telling them, that this is the kind of relationship I have with my Sir/husband/best friend and I enjoy it, it’s exactly what I want. That’s why I love your blog. x

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    • Thank you! No one in my real life knows about this, though we are pretty lax about hiding some parts now (the necklace thing, the yes Sirs, etc). People are so judgemental and scared of what they don’t understand.


      • This may sound ridiculous, but I’m contemplating going gray. Or natural, whatever gray and original color is left, lol. M has always said he’d love to have me just be natural, all me. I’ve finally embraced my femininity, letting my hair grow, and becoming so attached to it and how it outwardly expresses what I feel inside. My natural self (aside from the color). I love that he loves my curls, to brush and tousle and yank and pull on it, and even weaving it into rope on occasion. So, although I think I’m ready to continue to let the natural me be expressed on the outside by letting it go, I’ll miss its length when I cut so many inches off to aid the process. It’s truly become a part of me. Hair. A part of me is saying…its just hair! It will grow back! And another is saying…but you’ll miss all those lovely rituals, the way it feels gliding on your back and in his fists and and tangled in the rope.

        Silly, I know. It will grow back. I’ll just miss it for a while. I suppose that will give me something lovely to look forward to…

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      • Doesn’t sound ridiculous. That is really very awesome to go natural, though something I will never do. I have been dying my hair since I was 13… not a fan of my natural color. I have quite a bit of gray already (not sure when that normally happens, but I’m not quite 40!). We so get attached to our hair, don’t we?! I had very short hair for years – it’s actually my favorite – but I grew it for three years. In December, I cut about 9 inches off and I was a little worried about all the fun. But it was still jussssst shoulder length and plenty long for tugging (pixie hair can even be pulled, BTW). Hair pulling is a favorite of mine.
        So cut your hair! Be all natural! I think it is a fantastic thing to do.
        So is red hair dye… and implants!
        Ha! 😉 for me, the fake is more real – I guess THAT sounds ridiculous.
        I see beautiful gray hair often – keep us updated on your tresses!


      • Mine began to gray by 30! Now it’s about 2/3 salt and pepper. I’ve been growing mine for a few years after having chin length-ish hair for years. I finally asked M what he’d like to see on me instead of asking him if he liked what I chose! Very different questions! And now it’s a rule, lol. We haven’t quite decided yet, but I have a dose amount of growth, so it’s one we’ll make soon.

        That doesn’t sound ridiculous, at all. I believe in whatever makes you feel sexy and confident!

        Have a great week, Shy.💜

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      • When I grew my hair, it was because Sir loves ponytails! Lol. I can’t wear them often, because I get awful headaches but when it counts, I can. 😉
        Funny how so many questions have changed! In a good way.

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      • Oh, and messy, naughty librarian buns. 😜 Sorry, I came back to share – I have my tattoo booked for next Friday! I’m so excited. My daughter drew it (she’s an exceptional artist), and I love it.

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      • Oh yes, the buns!
        Eek! Yayyyyyy! I’m so excited for you…and drawn by your daughter is awesome! Sir drew one of mine, He’s an exceptional artist too, and I know that makes it even more special. 🙂
        Where are you putting this ink (or is that too revealing)?

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      • That’s awesome! It does make it more special. It will be on the back of my neck and down my spine about 8 inches or so. It’s funny, we spoke to two different guys at a shop and I just didn’t get the right vibe from them! Nice and capable, but not the people I wanted branding me forever, lol. Then we found this amazing lady who I connected with immediately. And now I think she’s going to recolor an old one, do another for me, and so one for M too!

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      • Sometimes the anonymity of WP is frustrating – I love tattoo talk and am imagining what yours could be! 😉 That’s my favorite place thus far to get tattooed – easy to sink into and get lost in the sensation. (Underside of arm by armpit is a totally different story) I think it is so important to vibe with the artist does the work. If you don’t click the whole process is sort of off. I cannot imagine spending a lot of time and energy (one of my half sleeves was about ten hours, over multiple sessions) with someone I didn’t connect with on some level. So glad you found an artist to work on you all! Really quite excited for you!

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      • It is frustrating, sometimes! Lol. M and I have joked about that sensation, lol. That is a long time! M definitely has a voice about what he prefers on me, which means I have fewer (so far) than maybe I’d choose, but we’ll see…

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  3. Wonderful post. Do what feels best for you. I for one will die with my hair dyed! I feel gray is so aging… but that is my personal feeling. I’m probably much older than all of you (and I do like to look as young as I feel.)

    Hair does grow rather quickly, you know. You and Sr might even enjoy the new short ‘do.

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