I want to talk about our TPE. That stands for total power exchange, for those who may not be familiar with this particular acronym.
What a TPE is can be found in the name, very simply laid out. It is a total exchange of power, my surrender of all power to @herdramaticsir in all aspects of our life. He is my Sir and I am His R at all times. There are times and places for certain aspects of our relationship, but at all times–even in public or family spaces–I defer and submit to Him. This applies 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. At all times, in all ways.
We have a fairly clear outline of what that entails for us. Each version of a TPE is going to be different based on the people within and the dynamic to which they hold. T and I have a Dominant/submissive and a Sadist/masochist dynamic, so our power exchange falls into that vein. {He doesn’t give me a bedtime since I am not a little, for example.}
There are certain things that do not necessarily fall into that purview due to life circumstances. For example, T and I have separate bank accounts from now until we are married, but our bills are together because we live in the same house. We work on our budget together and work things out that way. I don’t necessarily ask His permission for what to purchase or if I am allowed to purchase something like a quick lunch out or a new pair of socks, but I do let Him know. He does the same for me. It’s a courtesy.
I don’t ask His permission for grocery lists each week, but I do ask Him each weekend what meals He would like me to make for Him and the girls, what sounds good to Him for snacks or work lunches, etc.
This morning, He called me to chat while He was at work. I mentioned, casually, “I think we’ll just have pasta for dinner tonight.” He said, just as casually, “no, actually, your meatloaf sounds amazing to Me right now. I would prefer you make that tonight instead.” My response? “Oh, of course, Sir. I can absolutely make that happen.”
When we make plans, I ask Him before I cement any plans (unless it’s time-bound like one of my ten thousand doctor’s appointments). Everything from a girls night out or drinks with my sister to a family luncheon or hosting a game night at our home. I ask T. If a family member asks me if we are available on a certain day, my immediate response is, “oh, let me ask T.”
He approves my clothing every morning before I leave the house. He ensures I eat at least two meals a day, if not more due to my health needs. If my collar would need to be removed for any reason and replaced with another necklace, He is the only one that would do the unlocking and replacing. These things might seem small, casual, maybe not even important to anyone else. Maybe you’re reading this and thinking, “um, that’s not much of anything, what’s the point?”
Actually, though? It’s so much. It’s the world.
It is a dance of deference and respect. It is a form of surrender of self, a giving of myself to His wishes and goals for my betterment and my growth. He pushes me past what I thought I could do, honoring my limits but stretching my comfort zone in a delicate give-and-take of love and requirement. He honors me in His Dominance as I honor Him in my submission.
Total power exchange is not for everyone. But for those to whom it calls? It is a breath of fresh air, a sip of strong morning coffee, 50,000 watts straight to the nipples {to borrow one of my favorite CAH cards}.
For us, it is how we live. We do not “do” this lifestyle.
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