Sunday, I went to a Buddhist Temple. I guess that might be a bit strange all by itself, or seem strange to some of you. But I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and I found a place not too far from where I live. It’s fairly new, which is nice.

So I reached out to them and they contacted me back and we had a pleasant conversation. The person I talked to – we’ll call him Roshi P – was an older man and has been doing this a long time. He’s also a counselor, which was interesting. They offer a few classes during the week, but I decided to wait and go to the Sunday service.

The service was interesting, a bit more ritual than I expected, but I generally like a bit of ritual, so that was all good. Two sessions of regular meditation, a walking meditation, and a brief dharma talk, which was all good. During the meditations, you had the option of speaking privately with Roshi P, so of course I took the opportunity to do that.

Roshi P had clearly visited my website and maybe even read my blog (all vanilla stuff of course.) That was an odd feeling – knowing that he already knew quite a bit about me. Not a bad feeling, but different. We talked a bit about what I’m looking for in adding this component to my life. I was having trouble articulating it, and he suggested, “Sounds like you want to add some structure, some discipline,” with just a hint of a question mark at the end.

And I said, “Yes!” pretty enthusiastically, because I think that’s accurate. I cast a wide net of experiences and perspectives, and sometimes I feel like I need to narrow my focus and dig into something.

But even as I was saying yes, and finishing this very benign and gentle conversation, I found myself thinking, “Structure and discipline. Hmmmm Things a Dom might say…”

I didn’t give it another thought until much later that afternoon, when I missed a call from an unknown caller (because I never answer the phone to unknown callers.) Checking my voice mail, I discovered a message from Roshi P. He said some welcoming things, and then he said, “I was a little concerned with your posture and I didn’t get a chance to look at it with you, so I’m wondering if it might be helpful to…” and he went on to suggest 2 or 3 opportunities for me to have him or one of the other teachers work with me on my posture.

I am embarrassed to admit that I had some odd feelings about that message. Y’all. It sounded like the beginning of one of my D/s stories. Woman goes to Buddhist temple, Roshi suggests she needs structure and discipline, she agrees, then he wants to correct her posture. YOU KNOW where this goes from there!

Yes, this is apparently what happens when I go years without any actual D/s experience. I completely lose my mind and start seeing kink in the strangest of places.

But in my story… it would totally work. In the ridiculously kinky story in my head, I can’t make it to any of the class times he suggests, so he has me go in to work with him privately. Then he can’t really tell what the problem with my posture is til l take my top off. And my bra. And it turns out if you have problems holding the meditation posture, there are punishments to help you do better… He starts with nipple clamps.

Ok, I should be ashamed of myself, writing fantasies like this about this very nice, very vanilla man.

I bet there are punishments for that too.