“Will you always be my Dom?” I ask him.
He smiles, and nods. “Yes.”
“Even when we're old and gray and hobbling around?”
“Yes, baby, even then," he says with a smile.
“Even when I don't need to be spanked anymore?”
He gives me a wry smile. “Oh, you're always gonna need to be spanked.”
I give him a mock-affronted look. “Maybe not always.”
He raises a brow. “No, you'll always need to be spanked.”
"Even when you are hobbling around on a cane?" I frown, though he knows I'm not at all upset. "You'll find a use for that cane, even then," I mutter.
He chuckles. "Yup."
“Well, maybe so. I think even when we're old, and I'm perfectly well behaved, you'll still be my Dom, even then.”
“Yes, baby. You'll always be submissive to me.”
The time will come when our children will be grown. And I'm not sure how that will change things, when my stress is lower and my need to be dommed may not be so high. Will his need to Dom me be as high? For all I know, they'll be higher. And I've asked myself, will he still want this then?
His insistence that he will is somehow reassuring, because when he says he will always be my Dom, this is what I hear.
I will always be here for you.
I will always protect you.
I will always take care of you, and you can always depend on me.