St Lucia “How many of you are in a D/s relationship?”
I watched as the people around the circle raised their hands. Rough’s gaze ran counterclockwise until his stare landed on me. My hand was halfway up.
“Well, it depends. What is your definition of a D/s relationship?”
“That’s a good question, poetic. We’ll start with you. What’s your definition of a D/s relationship?”
I was suddenly a bit flustered.
“A D/s relationship is when one person consensually gives up control to another, and the other person consensually receives said control. But there are big R relationships and little r relationships, and I’m kind of in a medium R relationship. Gray is my Teacher, my Sempai, and I’m his student, his kohai. I’m submissive to him, but he’s not in charge of me. There is no veto power. We play with whoever we want. We’re friends and we fuck and play, but he said he didn’t want to do an LDR, so we’re something.”
I took a sip of my water, trying to hide for a breath.
As I did, I looked left and saw two people coming up the walk. Life has a way of having perfect timing.
Gray, accompanied by MissAmyRed, who was in service to him for Rope Camp, made their way up the lane and towards the class. The two of them sat down and Rough, thankfully, moved on to the next person in the circle.
Where Gray and Amy were positioned, I had only to wait for two people to describe their D/s before Gray gave his answer.
Gray, without hesitation, stated he was in a D/s relationship with me as his student and that Amy was on loan, as it were, to him for the event.
Hearing Gray’s answer made my heart both sink and soar. He had just given acknowledgement of our dynamic in front of a few of our friends and had called it a relationship.
Looking at our pre-existing situation, there are places where Gray had already acknowledged what we have. There was the status on Fetlife. There were the times we’d spent together, both at events and not. He’d spoken about me as his student before both among friends and at the Grue Pitt.
Yet, I had been hesitant to call what we have a relationship in deference to what I viewed as his preference to our interactions. I had previously brought up the idea of an LDR, which he did not want. I had mentioned the thought of moving closer to him, which he discouraged. In my mind, I didn’t want to give too much weight to what we have believing the sentiment was not shared. But it was Gray who called our dynamic a relationship.
I ended up having a lengthy conversation with Doc about this moment. The conclusion we ended at revolved around my self worth issues. It is much easier for me to remember the negative. I took the decline from Gray for both an LDR and the move as indicators that our dynamic was not worthy of the label of relationship. Instead of noting all the positive aspects of what we’ve shared, instead of using our past emotional and kink interactions as a basis for my answer to Rough’s question, I went with the less-than-pleasant-ness I remembered, the things I didn’t want to hear but had still resounded like church bells.
After class, I felt the need to tell Gray my response to the question. Many thanks to Doc for the lessons in being emotionally honest. I also asked Gray for an explanation of his answer. He explained, when given the choice between big R and little r, a relationship or none whatsoever, of course we were a big R. We were not just friends.
As our Rope Camp continued, our interactions did not seem effected by our discussion. And, as we spent another day with each other after the event, we were as we were before.
Now, with time between that class and some life lived, I have had the chance to tell people over and over again that Gray is my Teacher, my mentor, my Sempai. That I am in a D/s dynamic with him. Each time I’ve said it, there was a smile on my face and less worry passing over my lips.
Whether we are Big R or medium R, we are something. And that’s enough for me.
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