Slowly, slowly

Andre and I's relationship started out with a bang. It quickly became a drama-filled, emotionally draining then a coma-inducingly boring routine. But that bang, mmph, it was so good.

Imagine this, if you will: I'm 23, I have my first almost-big kid job (enough for me to barely be able to afford a room in a house) and I'm living on my own, supporting myself away from home for the first time. My mind is open to new experiences.

Enter, stage left: Andre, a much older, handsome, charming man. One who sings to himself and indulges my love of long intoxicated nights sitting on the porch. Never mind that he's 42. Age is just a number, right? (Spoiler alert: we'll return to that issue many times throughout the course if this blog, I'm sure)

The first time we had sex (admittedly, this was also on our first date), we had some sort of mid-makeout banter that went something along the lines of:

Andre: "What would you do to make me come?"

Me: "I'd do anything to make you come."

Andre: "Anything?"

Me: "Anything."

Andre: "You are a submissive little thing, aren't you?"

Me: "Yes sir."

Andre: "Do you want to be a slave, Frosting?"

And so it went. I don't think either of us really knew or even still fully knows what that means. But this was how I described myself for several months, and how I thought. Master (who is, of course, Andre. I'll be using these terms interchangeably.) came first and keeping him happy was a the top priority. There was the sexual servitude that every one thinks about, of course, but there was also cooking and cleaning and various little chores.

Sometime in December, it all changed. I'm not sure what happened, but we slowly slid from having sex every day to being lucky to sneak it in every few weeks. The servitude that seeped from my pores dried up and Master's commands stopped coming. We've existed in a mostly vanilla holding pattern for the last 6 months. So you can imagine my surprise when I received a text this morning after work (I work nights) saying "Slave Frosting: I have not been giving you instructions. Please take out the trash and do a load of dishes." Things look mighty good from where I'm sitting.