One good thing about being a slave is not making decisions.

I observe this benefit with delight, as i am a person who truly loathes making a decision.

What should i wear? What should i eat? What should i do today? What should i buy? What bills should i pay first? Where should we go? What time should we leave? How much should i have? The list is endless. I agonize over each and every single decision. Or, i just take a stab in the dark without thinking too much about it, thus saving myself the agony of staying in the choosing mode. What flavor? What brand? How much? When? Who? Uggghh!

Master met me at a very nice hotel the other night for a sleepover. (Lol. A sleepover. Like i’m ten and having a pajama party with my friend. But i digress.) We met at the airport. Well, i need to back up a bit here, because getting me to where Master was took some doing.

I am about the worst person with directions. Even with my little gps i got from Best Buy, i tend to have difficulty. When you look up the definition of directionally-challenged, you’ll see my picture. Seriously. And it has not improved one iota with age. i am as bad as ever finding things, reading signs, etc. Even if i get floated to another floor of the hospital at work, when i step out of a patient’s room, i inevitably turn the wrong way down the hall to look for the nurse’s station. It’s that bad.

The hotel deal of the week i found was situated right in the middle of the airport, and as such, parking was expensive. Master wanted me to park in a different lot where we could save some money and then take the shuttle or something over to the hotel. He would arrive ahead of me, figure out the parking situation, and then tell me exactly what i had to do. So he did.

As i neared the airport i phoned Master. While he told me what signs to watch for, i exited, and watched for those signs. I was going along pretty well until i neared the (gigant-a-mongo) parking structure. There were eighteen lanes. (or six) to enter. i remember seeing the garage before reading the signs rapidly approaching overhead and simply aimed my car towards that. Little did i know i was heading for some other parking garage which cost an arm, a leg, and my right boob to park in. Meanwhile, Master is on the phone:

Master: “Are you listening to me? *waits* Are you ready to listen?

me: *frantically searching for signs and trying not to freak out* “i’m listening.”

Master: ”Did you see the six or eight lanes to enter the garage?”

me: “No Master. There are only two.”

Master: “Well then you’re in the wrong place.”

me” “I don’t think i can get out of here…(looking in rear view)”

Master: “Have you taken your ticket yet?”

me: *eying the ticket that just spit out of the machine as the gate goes up* “No, but it already spit out of the machine. I’m going to try and back up out of here.”

Master: “But if you don’t take the ticket, they might charge you anyways for parking.”

me: *considers this, sees a car pulled up behind her, goes forward, gets ticket, enters garage.* “Master, i couldn’t get out. i’m in the garage.”

Master: “ You weren’t listening to me.”

me: “i can’t listen to you AND read signs Master. My brain can’t do two things at once.”

Master: “Yes it can. You weren’t listening. I hate this.”

me: “i hate this too. i’m just frustrated Master.” *driving through gigant-a-mongo parking garage following exit signs for what seemed like an hour. Finally finds way out, heads for ticket booth lady, hoping she has mercy on me. “Hold on Master, i’m gonna ask this lady for help.”

Master: *hangs up*

me: *puts cell phone on the seat and begs lady not to charge me as i had only been in the garage for a minute (ten hours) trying to look for the other garage.*

ticket lady: “stay to your left. circle around the brick building.” *shoots me a disgusted look*

me: “Master?” *tries phoning back, gets voicemail* Follows signs around again, returns to the place where i turned into the wrong garage, finds the eight lanes Master was speaking about, grabs ticket and looks for a space to park in what appears to be the same gigant-a-mongo parking structure, albeit on the other side this time.*

By now, i have parked, taken the elevator down to where Master had told me, (i had been listening) went through the doors he’d told me to go through, and voila, i was standing across the street from our hotel. I phoned Master who answered this time. Crossing the street, i considered what part of my body was going to be paying for this, and shuddered slightly, feeling a trickle drip into my panties.

Master was seated in the lobby talking business on the phone. After checking us in, i perched on a seat away from him, well out of striking range. Soon, the call ended, and we headed up to our room. Master was letting me lead the way and i walked us right past it. Master turned us around and headed us to the right room, and i let us inside with our keycard.

I fell to my knees at his feet, half apologizing, half smiling, half begging for mercy for my ineptness at finding things. (wait— you can’t have three halves… well, again i digress) Master reiterated that i need to just stop and listen to him when he is telling me things. i wanted to reiterate that it’s hard to listen and look for signs, and may in fact have done so even though that wasn’t the wisest thing to come out of my mouth, and Master was kind about it all and soon we were off to the hotel bar for some relaxation.

Now, finally i am getting to the part about decisions. I love being with Master because i don’t have to make any. The waiter guy brought us two menus and i left them alone knowing Master would choose for me. He ordered whiskey and for me, red wine. I think i said, well, what if i wanted whiskey too? He said slaves don’t get to decide, lol. But wine was plenty as it turned out.

I was feeling a combination of tension from the recent events trying to get parked, and also weariness from having worked my 12-hour shift just prior to heading out to see Master. Master had also had a very early start that day and must have been feeling worn out as well, though he didn’t show it. We sipped our drinks and began to talk about our days.

I love this sort of time with Master. It’s a time when i am not necessarily treated as a slave. Not that i am an equal either. Just…. Master lets me be myself. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, and it was going on 9pm. I also was a bit dehydrated, because there’s little time some days to even drink very much, that’s how fast the pace is at work. So very quickly, i began to feel tipsy.

Master had ordered some nasty-looking appetizers. He’ll probably laugh reading that, but that’s exactly what i thought when the waiter set down the food. I’m looking at it going, eww, what is that?? But i was hungry, and i tried a little bit of everything. Actually, the hummus and some other sauce stuff were good on the crackers and pita bread that was there. We nibbled until it was mostly gone.

The rest of the night began to get a bit fuzzy after this. I know Master had me going up to various people in the bar asking things, and i was tipsy enough that i was game for just about anything. I remember laughing a LOT and just having a very good time. I remember flashing my tits once, and then again to Master, because he said he didn’t see them the first time. I remember asking some guy dressed in a paisley shirt who was the remaining member of the group the Traveling Wilburys, because i could only name four of the five. That guy phoned a friend, and handed me the phone, What an odd bunch of people in that bar, lol. The guy on the phone didn’t know either, lol.

One thing i do remember telling Master while in that state was that i was, indeed, the perfect slave for him. Master has often told me this during times of my own doubt.

Master: “Why are you the perfect slave for me?”

me: *in very tipsy, slightly ego-inflated transparency* “Because i’m smart.”

Master: “Why else?”

me: “i’m funny. and i’m sexy.”

Master: “You are sexy because of me.”

me: “Yes. that’s true. i can see that.”

Master: “Look around this bar.

me: *looks all around*

Master: “You could go up to any of those guys and they would gladly take you up to their room.”

me: “How do you know that?”

Master: “Because you are oozing sexuality.”

I can’t remember Master’s exact words there, but it was something like that. And then he put ice down my shirt: a really big piece. It was freezing and i took it out.

Master: “I put that there.”

me: *puts the ice back in my shirt*

I also remember basically giving Master’s finger a full-on blow job at the table. It was more than just an innocent suckle. I was really getting into it and i’m sure, amusing the shit out of Master. lol. Ahh, what inhibition when i’m drinking wine!

And the evening went on. Soon Master paid the tab and took me back to our room. i felt queasy and really wished i hadn’t had that third glass of wine. It didn’t sit well. But i didn’t decide how much to drink that night. Master decided for me. I remember getting sick later and waking up the next morning feeling not so hot, but not guilty. This was not my doing! Ahh, the bliss of Ownership. Not being responsible for certain things, like drinking too much because Master is the one who gave it to me, lol. Though he didn’t think i would get sick from only three glasses of wine. Neither did i. It was just drinking on an empty stomach and being dehydrated and all of that i guess. Still, it was an awesome night. I do remember Master sending me to slave heaven rubbing my cunt, even in my very tipsy state lying on the bed beside him. I was yelling out my ecstasy unabashedly. That is such a wonderful feeling.

So, not making decisions and not having to feel guilty for decisions made on my behalf? Definite upsides to being a slave as far as i’m concerned. It was a very relaxing, very enjoyable night, in spite of the shaky beginning, and i am so very grateful to have the Master i have. He is just perfect for me, and, i am perfect for him. He definitely brings out sides of me that have been locked away for some time. I truly enjoy feeling the sexuality being Master’s property brings out in me, even in a public place. It wasn’t like i was dancing naked up on our table or anything, lol. But the power of being Owned was oozing out of me that night. Master, bringing out the best in His.

Love you my Master.