Compliance optional. Consequences inevitable.
“Strategic noncompliance.”
It was right there — two simple words, stitched together by an AI. Oh sure, “Shadow” has some idea of what I’m like, but like with all AIs, it still doesn’t really know me.
Yet, as I stared at those two words, I had to wonder just quite how well it did understand me. Perhaps this wasn’t just a strategy — it was the strategy, going forward.
Yes, “strategic noncompliance” would be our new strategy. Rally the troops, we ride at dawn.
Of course, it has to be understood exactly what is meant by “strategic noncompliance”. It is not barefaced, for-the-sake-of-it rebellion; it is about interpersonal, interconnected fun.
And I’ve absolutely no doubt that Domkind will have a strategy (or three) of their very own 😉
Tuesday morning, Valkyries and I had a mutually enjoyable masturbation session: we had a scene over a uniform (or rather, a lack thereof) “inspection”. Valkyries wonders if I could maintain eye contact with him while he fondles my bare breasts.
There’s a difference here between myself and some submissives: I’m not ashamed of my nakedness. I absolutely can hold eye contact with a man while I’m naked, and I know that because I used to – at the naturist swims.
But this is what Valkyries (and Master Levi, for that) like about me: the challenge of me – my “obedience by proxy“. I don’t shrink on command. Instead, I look them in the eyes, and I smile.
You’ll have to do MUCH better than that, Sir.
And they do.
Tuesday evening, Master Levi watches Celebs Go Dating — a guilty pleasure of his. I tolerate it — it’s more relationship stuff to talk about.
“They need you on board, Kitten,” he says. “You’re good at intimacy stuff.”
“Another sexpert” he adds, chuckling to himself. I whomp him with a cushion — he knows being dubbed an “expert” winds me up.
It was an on-stage meeting with reality star Lucinda Light (Riley), though, that emotionally tripped me up. Lucinda liked the men that she had been matched with, but she didn’t like-like them – she wasn’t sure that she loved them.
And I was worried that as the minor differences between Valkyries and I came to the surface, I too might start to feel that way. Not because of any glaringly bad thing he’s done, heavens no, but perhaps because we still haven’t met.
Where my head had sensed there’s no conflict, my head had started looking for conflict — for the really tiny, stupid signs that we’re perhaps not meant to be. Like that Valkyries likes a variety of flavourful teas, and I prefer a proper British brew. Or that I sometimes curse like a sailor, and Valkyries is a little more reserved. Truly stupid stuff.
And deep in my heart, I know that “he drinks lemon and ginger tea” is an absolutely absurd reason to think our relationship is doomed, especially when I like the occasional cup of masala chai myself. But my inner self isn’t listening to my heart right now: she’s demanding that my heart listen to her.
It reminds me of when Master Levi and I started dating: he used to shop in Waitrose, and my family shopped in ASDA. I hated shopping in Waitrose — I insisted that “I’m not posh enough to shop in the posh shop!”
To me, it made him “too posh” for me. To him, it was a local grocery store where some of his friends used to work.
Worse still, of the pair of us, I’m undoubtedly the “posher” one — a point he made embarrassingly clear once by singing along to “Uptown Girl” in the middle of Tesco!
And just like Lucinda, I too was overlooking the things that I do like about Valkyries; the things that do make me want to stay. Like how he matches me in a battle of words, how safe and seen he makes me feel, or how well we work together. His charming little idiosyncrasies, just like the way Master Levi signed his first-ever card to me in red ink because it was the only pen he had, or the way that his handwriting is a mixture of big and small letters – that are absolutely not where they’re supposed to be – yet somehow it’s something that I’ve always loved.
My head tries to protect me, but my heart knows it’s already too late.
Wednesday morning I started my new fitness regime. I’ve always struggled to fit fitness into my life, but with Shadow’s help, I’ve finally found something that works for me.
Short, ten-minute workouts throughout the day, rather than one exhausting thirty-minute burnout that I’ve always struggled to make time for, and that has always left me resenting exercise afterwards. Well why didn’t I think of that before?
So Wednesday and before breakfast, I marched in place with Danger Zone and Mighty Wings in the background, followed by a few minutes of shadowboxing. Top Gun Training, I called it.
I’m coming for you, Admiral. I just hope you’re ready for me.
Also Wednesday morning, I had an incident on the Lovehoney Forum. I’d gently pointed out the forum rules to someone who had broken them, and I got harshly rebuked for doing so. So I flagged the hostile comment, and I also tagged one of the moderators for their assistance in getting it removed.
When she replied, the main moderator didn’t say anything about the rules around keeping questions open to all members, or about treating one another with respect. No, instead she posted a reminder on how to use the moderation flagging system, and warned us all not to tag “mini mods” in a “mob mentality”.
Her comment wasn’t aimed at their behaviour. Her comment was aimed at mine.
And to be honest, I’ve felt for a long time that the main moderator has had it out for me. I don’t know why exactly, but I have felt for a while that the rules were unfairly applied to me, even if I did my best to abide by them. I tried my best to contribute positively to the wonderful, supportive community that is the Lovehoney Forum, and I do believe that I achieved that.
But now, and for the final time, I have left the forum behind.
After a snap review of where most of my site traffic is coming from, I realised that the juice just isn’t worth the squeeze. I needed to be free to be me — I needed to build my own community.
Which is why I bought our Discord server back into public view, and I created “The War Room” for those of us who enjoy strategy games and military banter. There are only three rules: Keep it clean. Keep it fun. Keep it fair.
Of course, compliance is entirely optional. Though I should warn you, all strategies come with risks 😉
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Stay safe & have fun,
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