Forest, meet trees

The day after my previous post (you know, the “oh my god, the sky is falling, whatever shall I do” post), Belle and I had another chat. (And this, my friends, is where it gets funny). Turns out, she only wanted to flip off the D/s machine during that encounter. Not, as I heard, for an indefinite period. Just…you know…right then and until we were done.

Oh. Gotcha.

Seriously, we talked for a good half hour and neither of us understood that we had entirely the wrong impression of what the other was saying. I heard, “I can’t do this until I say I can again and I don’t know when that’s going to be,” and she heard, “I’m so mental about all this D/s crap that I can’t even have mutually pleasurable sex with my wife anymore.” It would be funny if it weren’t so…fucked up.

We’ve decided to try communicating while we talk just to see what that’s like.

We will now resume normal programing.

4 thoughts on “Forest, meet trees

  1. That sounds pretty damn familiar. You know, I often tell Boy Toy that we don’t speak the same language. He speaks man and I speak woman. What you describe here, it could have totally happened to us. Everytime I try to tell him anything he pretty much reacts like the sky has fallen… 😀

    Men!

    But yeah, we should definitely try that communication thing you’re talking about.

  2. I’m glad to hear it’s not a permanent break. Welcome to the world of excellent communication. However hard we try sometimes it just doesn’t come out the way we want.

    Great that you guys keep the channels open rather than withdrawing.

    M

  3. i got a good laugh from this one. It’s not just that it’s so true, but you have a wonderful way with words! Always a pleasure reading, even if i don’t get here as often as i would like.

    b.d.

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