I woke up from a dead sleep, and there he was, looming over me with a toothbrush in my mouth and working up a lather.
“What are you doing!” I cried in muffled bemusement as the TV blared in the background.
“You forgot to brush your teeth before bed,” he informed me as I stared at him wide eyed and unable to talk. “We have to make sure we clean your molars and get your tongue, too.” He was sitting on the bed, brushing my teeth for me at what must have been some ungodly hour of the night. I lay there, motionless, unsure what to do other than sit there and let him tenderly and lovingly brush my teeth for me.
As I let him work over my teeth as I lay in bed in the middle of the night, it occurred to me that this was a new level of dom-sub codependency that Internet hadn’t really prepared me for. Slapping my ass? Yes. Pulling my hair? Check. Choking me? Ok. But brushing my teeth? Well, okay, I wasn’t expecting this, but I’ll take it.
“Okay, go spit,” he said after a good three minutes of scrubbing. I jumped out of bed, spat in the sink, and jumped back in bed.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said and kissed him on the mouth. I wondered what other elements of my hygiene routine I could coerce him into doing for me. What’s next – is he going to shave my legs for me? Pluck my eyebrows? I wonder if I can get him to put on my eyeliner for me because that’s pretty hard to do.
I looked at him, still feeling a bit puzzled, as he put the toothbrush back and got back into bed with me. He grabbed me and pulled me in, and we drifted back into sleep.
The next day I immediately told all my friends that daddy brushed my teeth for me. I think that they were all pretty jealous because we all tend to go for codependent, d/s relationships, but I think I win a gold star for “newest trend in codependency.” Unfortunately, I’m going to have to top that next week if I want to hold onto this winning streak, but I have faith that the weirdness will reach new albeit comforting levels. Stay tuned.