
In the responses to my blog entry from last week about blogging
motivations there was a consistent response from the women readers; they like when I talk about my relationship. But that's has the toughest type of blogging for me. It's personal, it's private, it's tricky... it's real. And I was finding that far more often than I would like, what I wrote about the relationship felt like an emotional dump.
And I didn't want Aarkeybabble to read like one of the negative, 'never satisfied' whiny type of blogs. And frankly I don't like going there. It's definitely a part of real life, and recently I decided to write up a series here called "reality : fantasy" about finding and ideally enjoying the balance in a real, grown up, day to day life.
With that said, my g/f and I are in counseling. I'm really glad we are. We had our first real argument back in March. It was long overdue. A lot was shared and aired that needed it - and a few days later she suggested we look into counseling. And we have. And I'm really glad that we've taken this step.

Now, just to give a little background, we both have our past life relationship baggage. We've both been married and divorced, so we know about the heartbreak and disappointments that life sometimes has. I have had quite a bit of counseling going back to when I was 9 and my teacher thought (and rightly so) that I was depressed - and my g/f has had only one, borderline traumatic counseling experience when her mom brought her to someone in order to straighten her up into a good Christian girl. I don't know if she was getting repeatedly caught in her catholic school girl outfit, wearing dark lipstick and
smoking behind the school, but I seem to always picture it that way... *cough* ummmm, where was I...
Now, I'm the talker. I talk about feelings, I share pretty well - but I am also very intense sometimes, and I know that - so I try to temper it. I've had
quite a bit of help from lots of folks over the years to learn how to communicate and open up, and even identify what I'm feeling. But, I'm a Scorpio, in case you weren't aware, and I'm also an engineering type, and I tend to be neat, orderly and a bit OCD and controlled. The g/f, well she's doesn't talk about feelings, almost never. She's an Irish-Italian fire sign, Aries (it seems that 80% of the women I've dated are Aries, WTF???) - and she's an artist. She flies by the seat, and likes it that way. She sets it up that way if things are too orderly. Her desk explodes into mess and then gets cleaned and then everything is lost, and it explodes again to find it, and then, well... you get the idea.

So, our tiff started over a coffee cup. It was the 6th day in a row she left it on my desk when she checked her e-mail before leaving for work. I don't mind it once in a while, but everyday? It was
personal!!! Well, not really, but that's how it felt. So it sparked off a good, and ultimately healthy,
fight.
And lots of things are much better now. No, it's not some ideal world, and yes we are both aware that there is
real life work to do, and we're human and we get tired and get colds or even real headaches. But the most important thing for me is that the tension is very removed. We can talk, and we are talking - sometimes about uncomfortable things. And it's wonderful.
So, maybe I can start writing more positive stuff. I do know that I had a bit of a fear that if I wrote too much negative stuff that she might read it and take it the wrong way. I'm not concerned about that now, for two reasons. First, she doesn't read the blog. That hurt when I had to admit it to myself, but the fact is she spends an average of 30 mins a day online, and aside from checking e-mail (her inbox has

hundreds of unread mails, mine is clear) - she
looks for raw food recipes. Sometimes real life is a bit more rushed, and there just isn't much time for reading my little blog about whatever perverted machination is going on in my head. I wish there were, but much of the time there really isn't. And it's ok. I understand that.
So, she doesn't read it, though she might pop in at some point - and I guess that just keeps me honest. Additionally, we're talking about our uncomfortable stuff, so I don't fear shocking or emotionally crushing her now (any critique from me was taken very harshly by her, regardless of how hard I tried). Anyway, all in all that's great stuff. I feel liberated in some ways that I haven't for a long while.
So, there's a real blog entry about our relationship. More to come in the future, since it's obviously part of what's important about this blog's readership. And frankly I would hate for this to just become some
wank blog of hot pictures of women looking dommy. Especially considering some of the readers (and occasionally this author)

are locked up in chastity and that's just cruel and unusual and I don't want to be intentionally be involved in
teasing and denying other folks.
Now, if someone wants to read one of my dumpy whiny blog entries... I never posted this one. I wrote it back after valentines day. I don't' even remember what got me to write it, but I never used it since it was so... well.... whiny. But I think it does a good job of demonstrating what was being emotionally vomited out of me, and probably why I didn't want to write it on the blog and focus on the negativity. I'm so glad we're doing better. I love my g/f so much. I want her to know it. I need her to know it. I also need for it to be ok for me to say "Honey, everything isn't 100% perfect all the time" - and maybe if I do it too much she'll spank me for it. Or maybe she'll spank me just because she loves me. Or loves spanking me. Or both.
"Button Pushing"
A close friend asked how my v-day went recently, since she read my
V-day doom and gloom blog entry. When she told me about her v-day, I remarked that she was always really good at bringing out the romantic side in her husband. And my remark seemed to surprise her.
Most guys are like me. And when left to my own devices, I lean a lot more towards hot & dirty. I don't have much of any natural inclination

towards anything romantic. It's like dancing, heck I'll go out there and probably do as well as most guys, but no matter how hard I work at it, I feel awkward and self conscious doing it. It doesn't feel natural to me, and I'm definitely not out there for me.
I read another remark a week or so ago on a chastity forum. One of the posters asked if there were guys out there who's KH (key holder's) forced them to wear panties. His didn't, and though he wanted it - he was afraid to push her too far. Then he wrote - "The closest I get is by buying her tons of pink panties which I then get to hand wash every week for her. Hand washing her panties is a real turn on particularly since we now have a special basket for it and she expects me to do it. She never thanks me either. I love it!" - Now, I'm not sure if he loves the ritual

& ceremony of the hand washing, or the fact that she "expects" him to do it, or that she never thanks him for it. Maybe it's a combination of all three, but it's really remarkable how things that push one person's hot spot might not work for another. That kind of being ignored would irk the hell out me, in the worst possible way.
Sometimes I think my g/f as a dom is much like my romance thing. She seems to be 100% into it when it's happening, but she doesn't initiate it. She seems self conscious about it, and well it just isn't something natural to her. But it's a hot spot and a need for me, so she does it - but it's tough when I'm initiating her initiation of it. That takes 90% of of the domination out of it. :(
In a way I think that I would love for her to 'order' me into panties; or to be her maid, and hand wash her delicates. But if she did it without any thanks at all, I don't know... that would probably irk me. And yet there is a part of me that wonders if I could get to that place of service at some point. Could I feel so dominated and enamored that I simply did service either as a thanks or as a emotional tribute

in a sense. I wonder about things like that a good deal. And I feel like I'm light years away from it sometimes too. But then again, I guess that goes with the fact that I feel, even when I'm being dominated, that I'm being "serviced" in a sense... which I think is part of why I've learned to love being gagged and blindfolded. I can disappear into my fantasy world and not have to look her in the eyes and wonder if she wishes I didn't need this in our relationship. And that is one of my biggest fears.