BDSM: Weaning Time

I sadly have to report, that due to unforeseen medical circumstances, I have to put our Adult Nursing Relationship on hold for the foreseeable future. And while the end of this particular era is most unwelcome, perhaps I can at least use our own tragic example to illustrate some finer points of BDSM philosophy so that others may benefit from my misfortune…

Now that I am faced with the prospect of being deprived of it, I realize that I probably didn’t make enough effort to relate just how amazing and satisfying that part of our relationship was. It’s an activity that utilizes some of our oldest and most primitive biological systems to stimulate the specific neurotransmitters that regulate some very powerful emotions, such as interpersonal bonding, sexual arousal, and even love itself.

If we possess the machinery to forge these chemically-reinforced unbreakable bonds of familial love between mother and child, would we not be foolish to ignore the potential to form these bonds between husband/wife, dom/sub, or whatever the case may be, simply because of cultural taboo? But of course it couldn’t be as easy as all that, as with all other acts that fall under the BDSM umbrella, there are risks; risks that I was fully aware of, and accepted the liability for, before engaging in…

That folks, is a practical application of the R.A.C.K.(Risk Aware Consensual Kink) philosophy of BDSM. The main risk involved in adult nursing is that of ‘pass-through’. As breast milk is produced from the body’s available resources, it’s not only nutrients, but also hormones, antibodies, and drugs(whether illicit or otherwise) that also pass-through into the milk. Some of the quantities were known, for instance I, knew that I could expect to be dosed with the anti-psychotic medication that Mommy takes, but Daddy has had a few psychotic breaks on his own from bi-polar so that probably couldn’t hurt. The hormones might cause some issues, aside from the symptoms of PMS I would surely experience and the general chaos that being hormonally unbalanced would cause; there was the very real possibility that I might start to develop breasts of my own and even lactate myself(a phenomenon known as Witches Milk). I accepted it all, because the rewards were just so great, on-demand love and bliss…

As much as R.A.C.K. can be a useful guiding principle in the decision to engage in a risky play type, I almost always try to measure it against the other core BDSM philosophy of S.S.C.(Safe, Sane, Consensual) and recently we have arrived at the point where safety and sanity must take precedence over reasoned acceptance of risk…

Mommy recently discovered that she has high blood pressure, and not just some minor condition that she should keep an eye on, but instantly, stage-2, high-risk hypertension. On it’s own, it would be nothing to worry significantly about, but I also happen to be afflicted with a naturally low blood-pressure baseline myself. The medication that she has been prescribed does pass-through and after less than a week I have fully reached my breaking point. My BP is being lowered from already low, plus I get to experience all of the side-effects as if I were taking the medication myself…

What makes this doubly disappointing is that even the negatives of pass-through were an amazing benefit to our relationship as it’s always given me irreplaceable insight into how Mommy feels on a day-to-day basis, as if we were truly one-person, feeling her hormonal cycles, experiencing the fatigue and malaise of her daily medications. I know of no other way to experience this level of intimacy and empathy with another human, but it definitely is not worth our health, I plan on having several more amazing decades of debauchery and profound love with my wife, so I will face this temporary inconvenience with fortitude and purpose. Daddy can pour all of his energy into helping my sub to take the steps necessary to lead a healthy enough lifestyle to regulate her BP without the need for medication. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to be weaned from Mommy’s sweet essence, and she will always be my beloved Mommy, even if it’s time for her baby boy to let go of her bosom…

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