Rules. . . had a very interesting conversation with someone about the rules that they see as having in place in their "24/7-TPE" household.  When they sent me something and it extended past the second page. . . I got a little concerned.

In our house we have one rule, in three parts.  and it applies at all times, in all situations, and covers pretty much everything.

1) Do what you are told, when you are told, properly.

if not, then

    b) Accept whatever punishment I find appropriate.

  or

    c) Be prepared to use your safeword, with the understanding that use of it frivolously

        or often, will result in a re-examination of the overall relationship.

pretty much takes care of everything.

Musings on Fantasy vs Reality:  (or filling in all the other things that could be interpreted about someone else's profile. . .)

 The plain facts:

 We're a Total Power Exchange couple.  been together for more than 20 years now, and are as stable as stable can be.  We indulge in a level of BDSM play that some would find extreme, and enjoy breathplay, edgeplay, fireplay, extended extreme bondage, other couples, very realistic rapeplay, and a wide variety of other things.  There is little to nothing that I am not absolutely confident that she would do, If I told her to do it.

 The Fantasy:

 That means. . . that she spends her days walking around the house in nothing but a collar and spiked heels.  Most of her time, when not occupied with orally gratifying me, is spent cleaning the floor with a sponge and bucket.  Her back and ass are a constant and ongoing mass of bruises and cuts from the intensity of the beatings she receives daily for such misdeeds as placing my fork 1/2" too far to the left when setting the dinner table.  I exercise minute levels of control over every one of her activieties, and am positively anal-retentive about how she is to keep my house (ever seen "sleeping with the enemy"?)  Evenings when I come home, she rubs my feet while sitting under the dinner table while I eat. . . but we are extending her training to being able to orally gratify me -while- rubbing my feet -while- sitting under the table while I eat.  Occasionally, I allow her to sit at the table with me for dinner, but not often.

 The Reality:

 Really. . . We've been together for a long time, and she spends most of her days doing the things that need doing around the house.  running errands, taking care of the kids, and all the hundred other things that make life happen.  Last time I checked, it was more efficient to use a mop when cleaning the floor than to use a sponge and bucket.  We've found that explaining the odd bruise or nick to the children, or her family when they visit (shock!?!!?!?  she has family?!?!?) is a pain. . . we generally confine the bruises (when they happen) to areas that are not immediately visible. . . hate to have someone at the grocery store call the police and us haveto explain that she really isn't a battered wife.  It's a pain in the butt to micromanage everything. . . and she's a competent human being who can exercise good judgement for most all daily matters. . . why would I be specifying the order of the canned goods on the shelf?  and I tend to like to have my family. . . my whole family. . . sit down to dinner together, which sort of precludes her being under the table.

 I appreciate a good fantasy as much as the next guy. . . let's just inject the -slightest- note of reality into what we talk about the lifestyle as being.