So what’s new, now that I’m all moved in and settled? Let’s see…
I’ve been living in Master’s house a little over three months now. It almost feels like home. Except that ‘home’ was always a place where I was basically in charge. I didn’t always like it either. Master’s in charge here and make no mistake, everyone here knows it. But he isn’t that much of a control freak. Not really. Well… maybe he is. (Maybe I’m just used to it, lol).
So, you must be wondering, what’s a day-in-the-life like here as a 24/7 owned slave?
Well, it’s really pretty boring, lol. The alarm goes off at 6:30 am every day except on the weekend. Master programmed his alarm to say, “It is 6:30 am. Get my coffee!” He has a wonderful sense of humor, doesn’t he? *insert smirk here* So I get up and, of course, go downstairs and bring us up two coffees.
I put down his coffee on the nightstand, kneel there and am supposed to say, “I submit to you Master.” Sort of like a reminder for me for the day. I sometimes try to tag on a “but…” but of course then he makes me say it over again the correct way. It’s supposed to be my vow to be submissive to him throughout the day. A goal I have been struggling with ever since I got here.
I mean, mostly I am pretty submissive. But then there comes the inevitable situation where just the mere thought of giving in just about kills me, and I dig my heels in. And that usually gets me beat with “Middle Bro”. Yes, we have a punishment dynamic. And no, I don’t much like it. It makes me feel like a child and is profoundly humiliating as well as painful. But Master won’t budge and there is no room for discussion. If I don’t behave (ie, submit) I get the strap on my rebellious ass until I sound genuinely remorseful and repentant. (Which, for stubborn me, can sometimes take a long-ass time!)
Because I have struggled with my submission, Master decided to add a new ritual to the end of our day which mirrors the morning ritual. Before we go to bed, I have to bend over the bed and ask (as he bares my ass) “Did I submit well today Master?” He then lets me know if he is generally pleased with my submission, in which case I get fondled, (Nice!) or he takes that damned strap to my ass to reinforce he is not budging on the whole “Thou shalt be submissive” deal.
The only thing is, when the kiddos are around, he can’t make noise; so he’s taken to using his fingernails to pinch my ass instead. I’m not going to tell him that that doesn’t hurt, lol. But still, I get the message. He’s threatened to mete out a proper punishment at the next earliest convenience too, though, and I am afraid enough of Middle Bro to straighten up and fly right.
I will say this new ritual is helping. I think about the fact that there is a nightly reckoning coming.
Other than that, there isn’t a lot of kink going on. Not even sure that is kink. The last bad beating I got, Master made a point of showing me how it wasn’t making him hard; he wasn’t getting off on beating my ass. He just wanted his message to hit home. It did.
After coffee, we get ready for work. I make his breakfast, a smoothie, and mine, oatmeal. We quickly eat and then head out the door for the 1.2 mile walk to work. Actually, Master’s walk is a little bit less, and I kiss him at his turning off point and keep heading to my work.
For a little while, Master thought I might work for him in the office. And I have worked for him just to help out some, but not for pay or anything. But now Master has decided to hire someone else and let me continue my nursing. I think it was a sort of fantasy of both of ours that I would work for him, but the reality was far less enjoyable, LOL! Besides, I’m much better at nursing. I pretty much suck at office work, lol.
I work in an outpatient clinic-type setting now. Monday through Friday, no holidays no weekends, no on-call. It’s my dream job, really. Plus, I no longer have a 35-mile commute. I’m reaaalllllly diggin’ the new job! After work, I head to Master’s office and wait for him to finish up there, and then we walk home together.
At home we usually fix dinner together, because Master still hasn’t fully given up the reins to his kitchen. (But slowly he is realizing how competent I am there!) We have dinner, I clean up the dishes, get coffee ready for the morning, and then we usually watch television, or mess around on the internet. Sometimes we go out for another walk. (We’ve both been working on getting more exercise and eating right and we’re both losing weight. It’s so nice to have shared goals!)
On the weekends we get to sleep in a little bit later. We usually walk somewhere for breakfast and/or to run errands. Saturday afternoon usually involves watching college football somewhere, sometimes with friends. If no football, we might end up downtown walking around and shopping and whatnot. Or we might go for a drive and do something fun, like go apple picking.
Sundays are for shopping and getting ready for the next week. Master keeps a very full schedule, so there is almost always something going on on weekends, often with friends. I am basically having a blast ever since I got here. Life is good. (In fact, I have a mug that says that very thing!)
I should add this little caveat: Life is good, as long as I submit. When I dig my heels in, life suddenly takes an ugly turn, and neither of us has any fun at all until I’m turned around again. That’s just the way it is around here. Master won’t have it any other way.
Sometimes, probably every other week, or so, Master goes out of town for work for a couple days. This is my “me” time. This is the time I get to watch what I want to watch on TV, or take a long sudsy bath, or masturbate, or read a book. I also do chores and whatnot. But it’s time I get to do some of the things I like. And while I miss him, I really enjoy this time to relax a little. It’s like I’m on my own for a bit. (Even though Master says I’m not, it still feels like I’m free. Kinda. Heh.)
I’m glad the stress has let up. I can tell I was under a huge amount of stress this past year. I honestly thought the stress was going to kill me. It is SO GOOD to be able to breathe again. To not have to worry about having a house and a mortgage. To have almost no bills. I know Master has all of those things, but now I can focus more on being his helper and support. I am not bogged down in my own shit anymore. And that’s such a huge relief. For both of us.
I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging as much. I really didn’t feel like sharing the growing pains of the last few months. I was feeling a little raw at times. It is really something to know that you are accountable to someone and that you will be held to account for your behavior every single day. There’s no escaping it. (Not that I want to. At least not anymore, lol)
Oh.. I almost forgot. After we finish the nightly ritual, I climb into Master’s bed and he cuffs my wrists and ankles and hooks the chain around my waist. Then he pulls me in close.. all the way up next to him. I lay my head on my ‘submission’ pillow (started off as a joke, but stuck, lol) and we fall asleep together. He hangs onto that chain all night long, even when he’s asleep. I don’t know how he does that, but he rarely lets it go! In the morning, he removes it. I’m not allowed to.
So that’s pretty much it. Kinda boring, huh? The only other thing is the weight thing. I think I am going back on the one-pound a week rule. I have to lose one pound a week until I hit my (his) goal for me. So yeah, diet and exercise is a big thing around here. Master is doing it too; only he doesn’t get an “or else” if he doesn’t meet his goal. No fair.
I promise to keep ya more in the loop. Hopefully with more kinky stuff. I dunno. Maybe my life has more kink to it than I realize. It just all seems very normal to me at this point. I almost want to buy him a new toy to use on me, lol, but we already have a whole suitcase full of stuff that just sits there. (Oh. Except for that damned Middle Bro. That thing needs to get lost. Hate that thing.)
Okay, slave out!