Step One: Find someone you want to fuck.
Pretty obvious and relatively easy. If you have a romantic notion or were raised by Disney, you are going to have a tougher time. I was lucky enough to have the romantic notion and still find the perfect guy for me. And don’t worry, Sir has fucked out all of the Disney.
Step Two: Marry them.
This step is optional, but a good tax incentive none the less. For us it was an easy choice. We had a great party, I got a pretty diamond, and we only went into a small amount of debt.
Step Three: Take six years to figure it out.
Don’t get me wrong, our sex was always good. But with both of us going through grad school, moving four times, and two pregnancies, life happens. We have both changed so much since we met, but we haven’t grown apart. I hate to admit this, because people in the lifestyle will laugh, but Fifty Shades of Grey changed me. I’ll confess everything in a post someday, but let’s just say that the book made me consider a different part of myself. A lot of research and a confession from Sir that he has always had an interest in a BDSM lifestyle brought us to now. A long journey to be sure.
Step Four: Fuck until your dick falls off.*
Repeat, repeat, dear god repeat.
Step Five: Profit.
I wouldn’t change our journey for anything and I am so happy we made it here. I am jealous of those out there who knew who they were in their early twenties, who have all the experience and the social standing in the community. But we’ll get there. And we will just keep repeating step four until we do.
*No dicks were harmed (too badly) in the writing of this post. I mean, I’m sure it’s really sore today, but I’m almost positive that it hasn’t fallen off. He would tell me.