In the beginning, for our morning and night collar exchange I would always be kneeling. Every now and then MrH would tell me to stay standing so he didn’t have to bend down. This became more frequent until eventually the kneeling became a thing of the past. I do sometimes miss kneeling. Sometimes MrH’s cock would swell and I could turn my head to kiss it. Sometimes this would lead to him instructing me to suck him which would lead to either a full blow job or a fucking. Either way I was happy.
We did, at one time, try to do a chat formatted as ‘downtime’ where we talked as equals, MrH would remove my chain while we talked, putting our D/s aside briefly, but this felt awkward and forced. Communication is something we have to actively work on, and I have talked about this but we do now have a weekly chat followed by a session with the cane. Although I am not sure it would really qualify as a ritual it is a regular occurrence, and when we are unable to do it we miss it. For that reason I am willing to say for me it has an element of ritual to it.
In reality our life is interwoven with rituals. We kiss goodnight, and we send a message to say we have arrived safely at work. We do the twice daily collar/chain swap and twice weekly cane session. Every night we have baths/showers and then watch TV. We snuggle and have supper before play or sleep. We have our routines and they keep us connected to each other.