Military Reality

I'm a military spouse, twenty-eight, switching roles between little and caregiver as my partner serves overseas. Tonight, I was his little for the first time in months. Feeling childish again after so long was strange, like stepping back into an old uniform. After dinner, he brought out toys from our safe box, reminding me how to be small and compliant once more. We played a simple game of following orders, ending with him giving me a timeout as my caregiver would. Now alone, I feel mixed about this dynamic. Is it normal for me to enjoy both sides so much? What should I focus on next?