Right Hand, Left Hand

I asked Master the other day to clarify things for me a bit. It happens from time to time, my romantic side gets carried away and loses touch with my subby side, so that feelings of love and in love get combined and mixed up.
So I asked him if, in his ideal world where everything was as he and we wanted it, if his wife and I were equal in standing, living together as a family and functioning as such. And his answer was so simple, that I've come to expect them from him, these easy to visualize and understand explanations.

"My ideal world is very complete. There is no standing. No ranking. There is only 1 and 2, like left and right. Do I favor my right hand more than left, simply because it's my dominant hand, because I write, eat, and act with it? No. My right hand has more responsibilities and is used most often and is what most respond to. However, my right could not survive without the left. My left holds its own significance in its own right, which cannot be taken away from it."

"So you do love me with the same intensity and such as you do her, but it's just a bit different because she is your dominant hand."

"Yes. Exactly."


Poly still baffles my head sometimes, but at the same exact time... it doesn't feel wrong. It doesn't feel like it's anything that shouldn't be done or should be outlawed. It's one of those things that works for some people and may not for others.
I have my doubts that my family would ever accept such an arrangement, so I hope with all my heart that someday the answer comes to light. Maybe Master isn't the one I'll be with for the rest of our lives or for however long our D/s relationship lasts. Maybe there is someone else down the line that will fill those urges as well as give me a family and marriage.
I can't say either way. I've learned not to think too hard on it. It only causes unneeded stress and migraines. I've learned to live for the foreseeable future. That foreseeable future holds Master and my leash and collar, lots of college classes, a lot of writing in one form or another, and learning about myself.

I do know that I'm where I'm supposed to be. And that he loves me, regardless of left or right, or 1 or 2.

Appartengo a Lupo.
mi Lupo.