It’s making the doctor’s appointment I don’t think I need, because he told me to.
It’s taking a bath, or a nap, when there are a million things waiting, because he takes better care of me than I do.
It’s making a healthy choice at lunch, when a cheeseburger sounds awfully good.
It’s turning out the lights at midnight, even when I don’t feel tired.
There is power to be exchanged through sex, but power exchange isn’t only about kneeling and cock sucking. Like reducing the universe to the stars you can see, there is so much more to it than that. Power exchange is about surrendering your will to the will of another. It’s the little decisions… the ones that aren’t fun, or pleasurable. It’s knowing that you’re capable of making the decision yourself, and allowing him to make it anyway. Every concession is a piece of power pushed over the line, and your clothes never need to come off for you to be left standing naked.
Beautifully said, and absolutely true.